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The Theory of Hipster Relativity by Dustinland

If you ever heard someone say or tell you “I was using Twitter before it got popular,” or “Dude, I was like wearing thick rimmed glasses before Kid Cudi made them look cool,” chances are that person is someone who really has low-self esteem but tries to make up for it through social narcissism and an elitist choice of lifestyle. In simpler terms, that person is a hipster. Well, that’s not a nice thing to say but I will try and tell you why it came to that.

Hipster- a word that is so horribly vague that there is no way to pinpoint its meaning or origin. So I will be honest. This projection is only based from what I’m experiencing or more like discovering in my society of 20-somethings and over. I don’t know what the word specifically means or who it is supposed to define but through the shifting of pop-culture between the underground and mainstream, its connotation now is not good. To my understanding, I believe something terrible happened for the word hipster because it is now  branded with a certain stigma. At first, if you were a hipster, you were someone who was cool and unique. A person who brought innovative creativity that changed the way people think and do things for the better. Whether it was music, art, fashion or even politics. The hipsters were people who brought about inspiration in others.

Now, a hipster is someone who believes they are doing all those things but know too well that they are wearing a mask of fakerism and deceit. A hipster does things because it’s “cool” not understanding why or how the choice they made is essential to themselves. The hipster now is not genuine or sincere. The hipster wants to take credit for a movement they didn’t start but wants to highjack for their own personal gain. The hipster now wants all that is good to be drowned in his or her own delusions of confidence. The hipster is a douchebag.

So where did it all go wrong? Well like I said, it started with my social interactions and experiences- on the YouTube comment section of videos,  the parties I go to, and the things I hear. So there are no facts here but I’m making a plea that I hope you can identify with. Sometimes, I just feel like I’m surrounded by people who think they are better than others because they don’t share their same plane of “unique” tastes. Just because someone doesn’t  know what you know or doesn’t agree with you on a certain topic doesn’t give you the right to insult or belittle others. Here’s exactly what I mean:

I don’t know how skinny jeans for dudes became a trend but they did. To be honest, I like them and I even think they are fashionable. It’s 2011, and we’re transitioning from the baggy basketball jerseys of  ’02 to the H&M of body hugging button-up shirts. That’s cool. I have a lot of friends who make skinny jeans look good and more power to them. However, I will never wear them because  they look impractically tight and are clinically proven to be unhealthy for the scrotum. That’s been my thought out decision from day one. Another thing that I don’t like about skinny jeans are the assholes wearing them who think they are so irresistibly cool with swagger and superior to anyone who doesn’t wear them. I remember telling some guy at a party that I didn’t like skinny jeans because they weren’t my style. This guy looked at me  like as if I had insulted his mother. He replied “Seriously? That’s lame bro.” It was as if his crotch-hugging jeans were the foundation of his character and I had attacked it with my honest opinion. To me that’s your hipster. A person who places their sense of being into material things and activities. Desperately wanting to gain the approval of others through those things instead of who they are as a person.

One YouTube comment I highlighted from one user had the cynicism of a typical hipster all over it. “Toro Y Moi is such a great artist. He makes really good music and I’m glad a lot of  people don’t know much about him. The radio plays shitty music and I can’t stand people who think Kesha and Katy Perry are great artists. Those idiots don’t know anything lol.” I agree, Toro Y Moi is a great and upcoming techno artist but I don’t think it’s great that “a lot of people don’t know about him” because they should at least check him out if they like Electronica or techno music. I know I’d be happy if I heard him on the radio but his presence is mostly based online via music blogs and social media.

When I said I didn’t like dubstep and that it sounds distorted to me, some hipster douchebag told me ”Man, you don’t know good techno. Dubstep is the greatest thing on earth but only few people know about it. You’re obviously not one of them.” But here’s one of most typical hipster statements I hate the most. “Man, I was way into Drake before you got on him with ‘Best I Ever Had.’ Y’all just bandwagon. Y’all don’t know about that Comeback Season when he was underground.”

Oh Wow! Do you want a freaking cookie? What credit are you possibly trying to claim? Yeah, you’re awesome and obviously a better human being because you heard this song three months before I did. I must be definitley wrong if I don’t agree with you on something that is totally relative to preference. My hat’s off to you for pointing that out and achieving  such an accomplishment. I don’t get it- because I don’t know what you know, listen to what you to listen to, dress like you or do what you do, I’m a loser? I’m an idiot? I’m not cool? I’m not up to your snobby standard of quality to pick out bands people have never heard of? It’s people like that who give the true hipsters a bad name.

First. I don’t get why people need to hold on these insignificant things about pop-culture to uplift themselves or justify whatever they do. It’s coming to downright narcissism. You say you were wearing plaid shorts before some  artist made it popular. Hmm… so how come when you started wearing plaid shorts that they didn’t become popular? Oh yeah, that’s right that artist made plaid shirts popular by marketing them under a brand name but you’re just jealous because you never made any money off plaid shorts. Don’t worry I get it.

So to all the “hipsters,” if you think wearing certain clothes or listening to “underground” music equates to some sense of individualism or higher being than others, you’re dead wrong.  That’s a dreaded misconception that has been placed within our society by ignorant people such as yourselves. The real hipsters do whatever they want  because it is simply  true to their nature. Their style, fashion and beliefs are genuine to them. They love what they do and will share what they have learned with others who aspire to do what they do. Real hipsters don’t need approval of others or go around begging others to follow them. They already have people who want to follow them out of their own will.

Your true hipsters are people like Madonna, who brought about the art of weird costumes and pleasantly strange music only for others like Lady Gaga to follow the same road or Barack Obama who heavily used social media to connect with and make use of younger vote to make history. (Okay, being black helped too)

But all that’s been destroyed by a young society of people that are so narcissistic and think they deserve credit for things they never created but are lucky to be a part of. Sadly, today’s hipsters will never realize that because they are too busy telling others how cool they are because of some obscure band they discovered on Pandora. This is why people hate hipsters.

Hanson rushed  to Ramsey’s side. She began checking for any extensive damage to his suit. In that moment she assumed the role of a instinctive mother running to her child’s aid.  ”Oh my God. What were you thinking taking on that thing? It almost killed you!”

“Yeah? I didn’t notice, I guess I was too busy trying to cover your ass,” Ramsey grimaced. She could hear the pain grating his voice. She nursed her hand on his chest “Stay down, don’t try to get up too fast.” He ached all over and swallowed more of his own blood. She knew  he feigned sarcasm because there was appreciation in the way he held her concerned glance with his. Vince and Jason also hurried to their supine friend’s side.

“Holy shit man, I can’t believe you just did that. You should have run,” Vince said. His voice was stricken with panic.

“Thank God PYRATE was there to save you.” Jason added reassuringly. ” That was quite the display of misplaced bravery. How you’re feeling?”

“Great, now can you guys stop bitching and help me up? It’s bad enough that I got smacked worthless by a big-ass tentacle,”

Vince and Jason carefully put their Ramsey’s arms around their shoulders and eased him up on his feet. He staggered before retaining any balance. Ramsey took another deep breathe. Fortunately, the density of his ViroSuit protected his body from any fractures at impact of his fall. His visual display from his helmet reported he was slowly regaining vitality and strength. He turned to the rest of the remaining squad. PYRATE the mech stood at attention. Ready to  protect his personnel at all costs. Hanson still had worry in her eyes but she started to relax knowing that everybody- well, everybody here was ok.

Vince started to pace uneasily, “Okay, it’s pretty clear this in and out mission just went to hell. We have to get back and report to the Conglomerate. Shit. I-I thought the Kyra couldn’t reach this Sector. Alura is classified as a non-threat Sector . How could something like this happen? We’re non-essential combatants for God’s sake!”

“None of this makes any sense, if Alura is an inhabitable planet, how come we just got attacked by this thing from the surface?” Jason pondered as well. Ramsey turned to Hanson, she looked over to her CONTECH as it projected images of the Kyra in scientific detail. With the wave of her fingertips, she highlighted a specific area of the alien’s anatomy on the holographic image. “As far as my studies show, Kyra are known to adapt to various environments. Though they’re primitive creatures, their respiratory system can store and reprocess oxygen for months. I have a bad feeling there are more of those things. Kyra tend to travel in packs.” She swiped the horrifying images away. As if she didn’t want to know anymore about the aliens.

“That still doesn’t explain how they got here Hanson,” Vince countered nervously.

“Well, I can’t explain that Vince, I really can’t.” Hanson shook her head with frustration.

Ramsey stood there unmoved by the uncertainty surrounding his team. He could see it in their eyes. The three of them gripped by a tremendous realization of something way beyond them. All that they had known to be sacred and safe- the comfort of space travel, the stability of work and the security of mental health was suddenly marred by the coming darkness. Despite being the youngest, Ramsey could see they were lost and misguided. He looked at Vince as a a distraught child that had lost his innocence. It was as if Vince had realized that a favorite bedtime story told by loving parents turned out to be a fabled lie once he grew up. Vince slumped over. The look of doom welling in his ocean colored eyes.

“I thought I’d never have to see those things,” He said half-whispering. “I heard the stories of what happened in Amet. A whole settlement of children, families and friends massacred. An ECOM platoon was deployed over there to respond but they never stood a chance. They were massacred. They had never fought anything like them. I thought that would never happen to us because we were here,” His head hanged over with despair. “Now, I had to see it kill my best friend like he was nothing,”

It hurt for Hanson to see Vince like this but she couldn’t explain why he looked so broken. For Ramsey,  his silent depression was worst than that of  violent winds racing in this haunting storm. Ramsey finally got tired of the dreariness and pulled out his rifle. “Nothing’s going to happen to us if we keep fighting. The Kyra are quick but if you just aim for their tentacles, it weakens them serverely. That’s what my friend back in the ECOM told me.” He hoisted his weapon in front him naturally as if he was a true ECOM soldier. His confidence was like an umbrella of assurance that fell on the others. He pulled out more Pyro-clips from his suit. “I know these are only spec’d for mining but our drill launchers are effective enough against those things. Just fuse the drill bits with  these clips. It will heat up the drills fast and we can use them as incendiary rounds- it packs more of a punch.”

“How did you manage that?” Jason asked. He was astonished at Ramsey’s resourcefulness but more confused by this sudden surge of leadership. Jason was the one used to being knowledgeable about such tech.

“After all the complaining and bitching at Mila, I decided to learn how to research and utilize Pyro for weaponization and ammo. Well, I kinda hacked the data from her CONTECH so I wouldn’t have to start from scratch. I wanted to learn how she created ECOM tech  and I couldn’t get over the fact that we were restricted to it. It just wasn’t fa-”

“Damn it! Ramsey, you can’t do that! We are-

“YES! non-essential combatants Vince! I know!  And we’ll be non-existent if we don’t find ways to survive. That’s what I’m trying to do. Somehow or some way. I knew we were never safe from those things but you all thought I was crazy and paranoid. Delusional for thinking that even though we were in ‘Non-Threat’ sectors and space, that we could possibly come under attack. Now here we are , trekking on a pisshole planet with our friend dead. Yeah, Vince, that about sounds really non-essential to me.”

“Ramsey, what you did is a Superior violation and I’d have to report you when we get back.” Jason said with calculating precision.

Ramsey scoffed. Frustrated beyond belief that all he could do was spurt maddening fits of laughter. He walked up to Jason now mocking him. “That is if we get back Jason! How are we going to survive if you don’t realize what the situation is here. Yes, I went behind my superior’s back. But are you telling me, you won’t mod your Gs-5 to have a fighting chance? You can go ahead and list all the procedures I’ve violated but that won’t stop them Jason. They are here.”

Hanson turned to Jason and Vince. She saw that the indignant and legal righteousness were suddenly wiped from their eyes and that no answers left their mouths. At first she stood there confused but was now motivated- not to represent one’s title and carry out  just a simple role but to make one’s own choice. Ramsey’s defiance had inspired her. She brushed by Vince and Jason and left them to their reproach.

“He’s right Jason. We have to do whatever it takes. The way I see it, we don’t have much of a choice,” She said standing by Ramsey’s side holding her own weapon with the infectious confidence he put in her. With the Pyro-clips she converted her mining tool into a weapon that would be her last stand. Ramsey then turned to Vince and Jason. His outstretched hand to them with the cartridges glowing in his palm. His silence pleading with them to take a stand, to make a decision. It was now or never.

“I guess we fight,” Jason said not with the defeat of losing a debate or argument but with enlightenment. He took the clips and loaded them into his rifle. Vince did the same.

“Okay, now that we’re all fired up. Remember!  Shoot them in the tentacles first,” Ramsey said to his new-found squad and he saw them nod their heads thankfully. Then there was static. Everyone’s CONTECH lit up and a voice gripped with urgerncy buzzed through their audio feed.

“COME IN TEAM! WE ARE PINNED DOWN HERE BY THE KYRA! CASSIDY IS DOWN! I REPEAT! CASSIDY IS DOWN! I NEED YOU TO DOUBLE BACK TO THE SHUTTLE ASAP! THIS MISSION IS ABORT! THEY ARE CLOSING IN FROM ALL ANGLES! I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN HOLD THEM OFF MU– ”  it was Commander Tyrus before he got cut off.  Even in the midst of alien screams and gun shots. He still sounded authoritative and in control but Ramsey didn’t wait a second longer. “C’mon!” He shouted urgently to the team. PYRATE the mech  followed.

They charged through the storm not wanting to lose another one of their own. Hanson was praying for Tyrus to hold on.

There was absolutely no time for the crew to ask questions. To ask how this creature had surfaced on a non-threat sector of Alura. A threat that only harbored in far out Sectors for only ESSENTIAL COMBATANTS to have the trouble of dealing with. It was impossible but Ramsey had waited for this day. The day where his constant paranoia would be brought to light and vindicate his urges to fight. The fear rushed through him but it was also his instinct for survival.

Ramsey stepped in front of his friends, “Get back to the shuttle! I’ll handle this!” Jason, Hanson, and Vince didn’t need to be told twice.

While the rest ran for their lives. Ramsey kept staring at the creature with indignant hatred and he stood there waiting. The creature crept slowly at him with its two hind and clawed feet. It seemed to acknowledge his presence even with its blind eyes. It could only feel him.

The Kyra launched at him with with blistering pace. Its tentacles were ready to dismember him. One glided from the left and reached for his neck but Ramsey’s ViroSuit heightened the adrenaline pumping in him to ENGAGED. At that point and time, he became omniscient and unbelievably aware.  He saw the tentacle slowly coming for him. Too slow in fact. It was floating and suspended in time. His CONTECH-link gave him precious seconds and made the world revolve around him. He reached the back of his right shoulder for his GS-5 rifle. He heard his breath escaping him in one focused long draw. He felt his heart beating calmly in the midst of death. His aim completely unwavering as he looked through the sight of his weapon- waiting to strike down the enemy.

For Croc you son of a bitch!

 His finger pressed upon the trigger with determination, unleashing a two-round burst of ammunition burning at 500-degrees. Just seconds before the Kyra had him in its grasp, A double squirt of yellowish blood splashed in the air. The Kyra shook in a gut-bellowing howl that echoed through the storm. Ramsey felt a twisted sense of pleasure and triumph as he watched the monster twist and squirm in torment. The bullets had cut through one of its tentacles to a considerable and shortened length. It was spewing its blood uncontrollably like a fire-hose with too much pressure.

“Eat it! ya’ freak!” Ramsey taunted in a heavy grunt. He squeezed the trigger again. This time without thought, without conservation. It was as if his first and carefully placed shot was the final crack in the dam that  let all  the firepower burst through with rage and destruction. He sprayed in every possible direction of the monster. There was nothing but the mechanic whirring and rapid clinking of the barrel guiding him toward his enemy. Each shot brought him a step closer as the raging alien staggered helplessly in retreat. Its scaly skin melting and charred from the deposits of incendiary rounds.

Ramsey kept firing until the weapon overheated, clicked and then clicked some more. His rifle recommended that he reload.

“FUCK!”

He frantically reached for the right side of his chest. Trying to pull out a Pyro-fused clip to insert to the bottom handle of his weapon. He looked and saw the Kyra charging at him. Though it was weakened and desecrated with bleeding holes and molten lead, it persevered with its blind rage. Before Ramsey could equip another clip, it swatted him in uppercut fashion with one of its tentacles. He flew about seven feet in the air and crashed into the dirt with exerted force.

He landed on his back so hard, he could taste the iron in the blood that rose to the back of his mouth. A bludgeoning pain shot to his neck and his cranium. His helmet lost visual feed through static then brought into focus the tall monster ready to descend upon him and finish him off. Just as it was coming down. Ramsey awaited a horrible fate.

“PER-SONNEL in DAN-GER!” PYRATE’s towering shadow cast over Ramsey like shade protecting him. Before the Kyra could pounce on him, the robot caught it and raised the creature to its camera eyes and ripped into it with its pronged fingers. The monster tried to escape with its tentacles but PYRATE stuck its drill into its face. Pumping  more of the yellow and thick fluids from the monster. Ramsey watched his mech companion finally  hurl the lifeless monster to the ground.

“THREAT NEU-TRA-LIZED!” PYRATE confirmed. Ramsey lay still. Still breathing.

 

The year is 2188. On another salvaging mission for Pyro in the system of the Sectors, Private Ramsey travels to Planet Alura with his engineering team under the Command of his Unit Leader Tyrus. Their quest for valuable resources serves as part of The Conglomerate’s movement to eliminate an invasive threat for the sanctity and peace for all of living kind.

“Planet Alura!” Hanson said with some enthusiasm. Ramsey couldn’t mistake the sudden bulge in her grey and almost pale eyes. Her sandy colored hair was pulled back in a ponytail as she inspected her rifle with her small yet rough hands.

“You excited? This is like one of the most dangerous planets we’ve ever been to. It’s kinda scary but it’s pretty far out so you don’t know what to expect. y’know? I think it’s cool.” Hanson finished smiling at him.

The young private didn’t say anything. He had just finished inserting his last clips of  Pyro-fused clips into his rifle. As usual, he was less than excited for this mission to God-forsaken Alura. A rock-laden planet with little scenery of vegetation and non-intelligent life-forms. It was deemed inhabitable because of poisonous gases with fatal effects. Dangerous cyanides emitted from the atmosphere and released unstable triple bonds of nitrogen and carbon. Exposure to these compound elements immediately attacked the nervous system, dried up the skin and twisted the respiratory system up like a towel. A painful way to go even compared to being ripped apart by the Kyra. So in perspective, Ramsey was definitely not excited.

“Whoa, you’re awfully quiet today. Anyway Jason and the rest of the team are at the bay. I’ll see you there.” Hanson said as she modeled away.

He looked at his weapon and secretly lamented over the limitedness of its capability. No sniper-range feature, not enough round bursts, complex reloading to the butt  instead of to the side of the breach and no Reflexor-aim sight mods. The GS-5 was the standard issue for the Conglomerate but was  upgraded with more combat-ready features and distributed Sector-wide to Conglomerate vessels with proper funding except the ship Ramsey served on. He complained to Mila several times for funding and better upgrades but to no avail, nothing ever changed.

For awhile, he was considering to submitting a transfer request to other ships to serve as an ESSENTIAL-COMBATANT but doing so would make him a traitor to his friends right?

“Sigh”

^^^

Hammer Shuttle V-908 whizzed and glided through the golden-smoke skies of Alura as its controlled flames propelled powerfully from the rear thrusters. The storm raged on as if it sensed an intruder into its abode, causing major turbulence. All seven crewmates were bolted down in two rows sitting opposite of  each other while they shook and bobbled in the hull of the small vessel. Ramsey wondered what was going on with each member of the crew. Hanson the surveyor seemed anxious, Jason the tech specialist sat prepared, The medic Cassidy looking up at the bulkhead praying for the ship to land safely, Field miners Vince and Crockett much like Ramsey himself had seen it all and done it all. Except they loved doing this shit over and over again. Finally, there was Commander Tyrus who stood tall at the vent hold with the broad shoulders of a bison with muscles attached to his neck. With a body like that, Ramsey wondered why he didn’t report for ESSENTIAL COMBATANT service. By God, he could even rip off a a man’s head with the size of those arms but more impressive was his voice which was full of authority.

“Okay Gentlemen!”  he bellowed. “You all know the drill. Engineering team’s getting ready to deploy to these co-ordinates after we hit 500 miles South East. Intel indicates we have pulsating deposits of Pyro so we are going to rape that bitch for all she’s worth with as much drones and equipment as possible. Make sure your suits are online and GS-5 is tapped to go. Target for today is 50,000 units of Pyro in as much time our VSes will give us. Remember, this planet’s got some hazardous shit going on here. So dying in this hellhole is not on today’s agenda! Am I clear?”

Everyone nodded.

“Wonderful!”

Hammer V-908 descended closer to a contoured hill that towered over rocky and sandy plains. V-908 finally hovered to a safe landing. The engines and navigational system controlled by ARA powered off.

“EN-GINES ON STAND-BY,” the software notified as Tyrus led his team out the splitting cargo doors into stormy-like desert of the yet uncharted planet. Conditions looked like they were getting worse as Ramsey surveyed his surroundings. Boulders, rocks and other forms of debris bending under the forces of the terrible storm pretty much summed up Alura, Ramsey thought. The golden flows of dust gusted swiftly in the air and almost impaired his vision. Alura was already starting to get on Ramsey’s nerve

“My feed looks grainy,” Jason’s slightly high voice complained over his audio transmitter.

“Yeah mine too!” Hanson said trying to shout over the harrowing winds.

“Suck it up team! Vision is down to 25 percent from our VUD so we have to work fast. Hanson, what have you got?”

Hanson reported promptly and brought up a visual interface through her CONTECH-link from her ViroSuit and displayed a 3D holographic map that represented the physical structure of Alura. Peppered across the map were glowing-red dots  that got brighter by the second.

“ARA suggests winds will increase at a speed of 120 mph. No indication that is gonna die down soon but my findings indicate Pyr0-rich resources are located nearby. I’ll set a waypoint. As you said sir, we’ll have to move quickly. This planet feels like it’s getting really ticked with us.”

“You heard her! Jason, get the mechanical drones ready for probing once it’s up and online! Vince, will accompany you while Ramsey and Crockett follow and head to said waypoint. Hanson you can head out with them too. Cassidy and I will set up a watch perimeter around the shuttle. Remember to keep in contact at all times. Now that we’ve got our assignments, Let’s get to work!”

“YES SIR!” The unit confirmed in loud unison except for Ramsey.

“We’re getting to work, I don’t know about you,” Ramsey mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! moving out!”

^^^

Jason with the help of Crockett threw out a square-shaped and metallic plate onto the ground. It weighed about three tons but they transported it with enough ease.

“Thanks Croc,”

“No probs,”

Jason then activated his CONTECH. Suddenly, assembled parts began to extend from the device as if it were shapeshifting into something.

Jason turned with a smug smile on his face as if he were letting his friends on a cool secret. “Mila and I were working on this for a while. Team, I’d like to introduce you to PYRATE.”

He looked up at the device towering 20 feet above. It whirred and hissed as steam sprayed out of the heavy extending rods. Mechanical cogs rotated and suddenly a robust mech stood with hind legs, a robust torso, elongated arms and four-pronged fingers meant for tearing and digging. Much like the crew’s ViroSuits, PYRATE lit up in a neon-blue. Syncing up with its human compatriots.

“PY-RATE ON-LINE!” ARA indicated. Ramsey stared at the drone in amazement. The team never had this sort of equipment before. He turned to Jason.

“Whoa! since when?” Vince asked in amazement.

“Mila designed this. She figured a drone would help us salvage more resources effectively. I mean we still have to collect deposits but it will break down anything that gets in the way like huge boulders or other indestructible debris. In short, it’s a kick-ass giant robot that will protect us from anything”

“Okay, can we get moving now? This wind is really starting to mess with my vision plus I don’t like the idea of breathing in poisonous gases once our air supply runs out,” Hanson said with aggravation.

“Relax, you know this is an in and out procedure, We’ll be back on the Hammer before you can say Pyro.”

“AC-QUIRING TAR-GET!” PYRATE began to noisingly tread the ground while whirring and shifting its bulky weight from side to side. The rest of the team followed behind.

^^^

Ramsey couldn’t wait to get out of here but he felt a sense of security with PYRATE the team through a merciless storm of dirt and poisonous gases. He liked to watch the machine  smash through boulders and stoned walls while they followed from a safe distance. It added a new dynamic to these boring missions and he was even beginning to consider the machine as part of the crew.

“Damn, this thing is tearing through those rocks like paper. It’s pretty much doing our job for us. Why don’t we just build more of these to tap up all this shit.” Crockett said.

“What, and become document-pushing jocks who sit behind desks all day? I don’t think so. It’s bad enough we’re non-essential combatants.” Ramsey retorted.

“Shit, relax will ya? I’m just saying if we utilized more of these things, our work could be a lot more safer instead of operating on pissholes like this God- forsaken planet,”

“C’mon Crockett, that’s why we’re field engineers If you’re scared shitless of the risks, why’d you take the job?” Ramsey said.

Crockett scoffed, “Then what you are doing here Ramsey? I’m not the one constantly looking to become some meathead ECOM-  Dying to get some action fighting those damned aliens. They’re not even in our sector. Our work is safe from that kind of threat. Besides, If you’re so sick of salvaging why don’t you hand in a positional request?” He looked at Ramsey with a certain righteousness, hoping to crush his obsession with paranoia.

“That’s enough you two! We’re here now let’s setup and get these damn deposits so we can get outta here, ‘kay?” Jason interrupted.

Soon, the crew stood around humongous rocks about the size of Lady Liberty’s head.

“Oh my God, My data readings are flying insanely off the chart, there’s so much Pyro here, we’d have an infinite amount of firepower to back up The Conglomerate,” Hanson said with her eyes ogling with amazement.

“Plus Pyro usually ticks at a constant frequency but my survey scanner shows its ions are fluctuating at an unstable rate.” Hanson continued.

“Is that good?” Ramsey asked

“I can’t tell, I’ve never seen it read like this. It could be the combination of cyanides in the atmosphere has some weird kind effect on it,”

“But is it safe to mine Hanson?” Ramsey kept asking.

“Well according to my CONTECH, everything checks out, it’s just at a state my usual studies haven’t picked up before,” Hanson assured.

The colossal rocks contained an inner glowing of red hot ambiance. Even with their ViroSuits, they could still feel the power of Pyro emitting with attraction. The gassy substance that burned at 500 degrees Celsius was  ready to burst from its hardened and outer core. “It’s beautiful ain’t it?” Jason asked rhetorically. He then focused his attention to PYRATE and at the swipe of  his CONTECH-link “Okay big boy, do your thing!”

Whirrrrrrrr-hssssssssss. The 20-foot mech extended its mechanical arms. It’s pronged fingers ripped through and the middle of its “palm”  opened up to extend a drill that surged powerfully into the rock. Soon a scarlet-colored gas erupted skyward. It began to form mushroom-size clouds like that of an after-explosion of an atomic bomb. Ramsey’s dark brown eyes looked up. Pyro stood tall like a volcano that could engulf them. Without the protection of their VSes, the massive radiance of the precious gas would melt them to a bloody mess.

“Alright people let’s fill up!” Vince ordered.

Crockett, Ramsey and Vince equipped their GS-5 rifles and aimed at the open crater in the huge rock. “Acquiring,” Ramsey lazily reported. With the tap of a trigger, Ramsey launched a small triangular alloy plate into the rock. The device lit up simultaneously with Ramsey’s CONTECH. The back of his left shoulder of his ViroSuit faded to the hue of Pyro. He then lifted his tech-fused hand and pulled out the plate as if he were using the force. Soon Ramsey’s lazy demeanor transformed into diligent focus and concentration. He carefully floated the the triangular alloy on the ground and waved his his tech-activated wrist over it. Soon the alloy formed into a cone with harvested and burning Pyro. It looked like an over-sized and futuristic lava-lamp. Crockett and Vince already had their Pyro capsules in front them.

They repeated the same process over again until they had an abundant supply. 3 medium tanks completely filled with Pyro per Ramsey, Vince and Crockett.

“That’s it boys. I’m tapped out. Go no Pyro launchers left. Jason get PYRATE ready to store these,” Vince said lifting up his GS-5

“Got it,” his left wrist lit up to signal the towering AI. PYRATE dutifully walked up to the deposits and collected them with his robot arms. The machine opened up its torso to store the valuable resources. Mechanical workings, cogs and wires made way to carefully compact the cones into its structure.

Ramsey’s eyes started to get heavy even under the comfort of his helmet. For him, the dullness of this process ate away at him. He started thinking about precious sleep at his quarters.

“Let’s hurry this up guys, the storm is really starting to kick up,” his VUD was displaying 55% decrease in visibility. Soon the team felt shaking beneath their feet. The planet crying out in complaint of man’s presence and all the natural restlessness that ensued.

The whole team’s CONTECHs then synced up. In an instant, Tyrus’s holo-image, the size of a mug-shot frame pixelated through. His voice was completely marred by static and break-ups: “Team, I  -eed you guys to haul (schhh) ass back to the sh-shu–ttl-, this p-aaaaa-arrt of the planet’s defi-nnnitely coming un (schhhhh) stable.”

“Commander, communications are breaking up. Readings aren’t picking anything like an earthquake. Just minor tremors but that’s highly unnatural. Alura has tetonic plates that are virtually indestructible or incapable of shifting!” Hanson shouted.

“Well, I’d take that as a cue to start moving guys,” Crockett called out but before he could take another step. Something long shot out of the ground and gripped the middle of his spinal cord.

It ripped through his suit with effortless and cruel ease. He was suspended in the air, hanging as if he were pending final punishment. He could not only see sparks and blood pouring out of his abdomen, he could also see the horror in his friends’ eyes. The disappointment of knowing that he was instant prey paralyzed him. Even among his colleagues he was tragically helpless. The tentacle studded with sharp and pointed thorns impaled and tore through him.  His bloodied mouth tried to gasp for a final breath of air.  A feeble attempt to take his mind off the suffering but his last words came as a final sacrifice that begged his friends to run before he was snapped in two.

The tentacle disposed of the fallen Crockett like two useless twigs into the ground. His defiled remains smashed right in the ground became a sign of its utter disrespect and malice. The tentacle then ripped itself a part but spread into six similar organic contraptions of death. It was ready to dawn the same fate upon the rest of the crew. Hanson shook uncontrollably but her will wouldn’t let her wail out in fear- Not until a scaly two-legged creature with the same tentacles on its back emerged.

Ramsey’s eyes widened, not with shock or fear but with immediate recognition. He recognized the indiscriminate anger that smeared its face, the uncontrollable desire to consume in its dilated and black-spread pupils. The utter madness to destroy with its salivating and numerous fangs. The horrifying curse sprawling from its back that had already ended one’s life. Ramsey’s eyes focused on it with intensity trying to find the words, Not the words “how” or “why” but the conviction: “I knew it”

I knew the Kyra would come.

You will know what the big deal is once you’ve had your first Pronto-pup, or over-sized bucket of home-made french fries. Out in the mid-west, Minnesota is a place that takes its State Fair foods to heart- and arteries.

The food at the Minnesota State Fair is as crazy as it sounds- chocolate-covered jalapenos, pizza kabobs and cheese curds, the lines between normal and absurdity are blurred. Even the vendors themselves know it as one sign in front of the Bacon kiosk reads, “Deep-fried and chocolate covered bacon. It’s bad for you but tastes fantastic, any questions?”

Just for the fun of it, you have to indulge yourself in such ridiculousness. Other than the rib-sticking foods, there are other noteworthy attractions, There’s Minnesota’s largest pig that’s almost bigger than a tractor and weighs 1160 pounds and The Grand Stand- an enormous dome with vendors and features performances from big artists such as Weezer, Train and Maroon 5. Fair warning, the State Fair can get overwhelming with an ocean of people crowding on Underwood St- so be prepared to do a lot of walking.

With 1.7 million visitors annually, The State Fair is one of the most anticipated events to hit home and is also a symbol of tradition that is The Great Minnesota Get-together.

Private Mick Ramsey stared deep into the wondrous abyss of stars and unexplored planets from his small quarters of The Hammer. After six weeks of scouring the galaxy for Pyro, he was still amazed by the universal scope these routine voyages into deep space brought. Maybe he was probably amazed by the fact that he was finally making something of himself. From working as a street rat for two-bit gangsters back on Earth to serving  as a soldier for humanity’s most powerful military organization- The Conglomerate.

He had not planned such turn of events in his life but it was a start.

But his dark brown eyes didn’t reflect that sense of achievement in the mirror. In fact, all he could see was just 19-year-old boy getting ready for another resource-salvaging mission. A big sigh left his wide chest and he almost forgot that he let the sink run wild again. He closed the raging tap, put on a body fitting shirt that a concealed a lengthy scar that ran from  his left shoulder blade to his chest.

Ramsey suddenly felt his wrist tingle and vibrate. He averted  his attention to an holographic-interfaced monitor on the wall of his bunk bed. He stepped up to it and lightly gripped his CONTECH band attached to his wrist. The metallic band lit up in a neon blue aura and began an audio and transmission feed. Static. Then a stern and professional voice cackled into clarity.

“Private Ramsey, This is Mila, can you report to the armory? I’ve got your ViroSuit ready to go but I’m afraid your GS-5 will need further calibrations.”

“Wait, you mean my rifle? Yeah, it got jammed last time I was on the field. Why can’t I just get a new one?”

“That is why we are running calibrations Mr. Ramsey, we can not just issue  ’new’ equipment  just because you damaged already effective tech,” Mila said impatiently.

Ramsey scoffed, “Are you kidding me Mila? 2.5 round-burst, 10 clip discharge with range of only 45 meters. That’s really a problem when you got Kyra trying to rip you to shreds. I gotta reload that thing like I’m wacking it off! I mean,  After all the crazy amount of funding The Conglomerate gets, you’d think we could get some decent upgrades. How come we don’t get the good stuff like Tavern and his unit?”

“That’s because you are part of a  non-essential combatant unit. Out here in Sector Horizon, your missions entail Zero threat of the Kyra. And besides, your GS-5 is spec’d for salvaging resources. Now please stop your complaining and report to the armory!”

“Just saying, we can really use some upgrades in case we encounter some Kyra. Like all we’ve had to do is just tap rocks with guns.  Personally, I’m dying to tap some alien ass.” Ramsey countered. “Wait, that came out weird.”

“Mr Ramsey!” Mila interrupted for her sake  ”You know very well that is highly unlikely.”

“No it’s not”

“There aren’t any Kyra where you operate.” Mila sighed. “Which part of non-essential combatant, do you not understand?”

Ramsey muttered under his breath, ”Your face is non-essential.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing! reporting to the armory”

^^^

In seconds, Ramsey made his way into the armory through a high-speed elevator. A door bolted with tungsten-titanium alloy and a computed lock  that had individually  poster sized characters  ”ARMORY” permanently engraved onto it  stood in front of him. He raised his CONTECH-strapped wrist to confirm identity and the “AR” and “MORY” mechanically split open.

Ramsey had seen a lot of sci-fi movies with virtual Virtual Intelligence programs that had super-sexy automated voices back on Earth but ARA was the sexiest by far. He considered it a top-notch cliche. It was like a  super sophisticated robot Angelina Jolie having phone-sex over a PA system. He couldn’t help but smile as the door whirred and hissed open  ”EN-TERING AR-MORY, WEL-COME PRI-VATE RAM-SEY.”  He tried not shudder with delight as the software program greeted him.

He noticed Mila hunching over her spec desk. Her dark thin eyebrows were scrunched in serious concentration over various interfaces that were attached to a rounded laptop. Light and numbers rolled off her light and almost-pale skin as she worked several diagnostics for ViroSuits and GS-5s. Her leather-clad work uniform gave her petite physique some edge and definition, especially in her butt. But Ramsey would never tell her that. Initially, he thought she got the job because she may have been one of the attractive women aboard The Hammer but she was damn good at what she did. After all, she was some sort of prodigy genius.

One time, he looked her up on a search engine Yoodle. She graduated with a bunch of latin-sounding honors in Engineering and Biology from the prestigious Vescit University on planet Voranin. After six months with registering for a military program in The Conglomerate, Mila was posted as  the youngest Chief weapon and tech expert for the engineering unit aboard The Hammer. Her file came with recommendations and great engineering achievements but her biggest contribution to the Conglomerate was coming up with a scientific theory that utilized natural resources such as Pyro to research and upgrade weapons and tech via sector-wide. Ramsey didn’t know much about the scientific terms or  findings and other crap like that but what Mila discovered was a technological breakthrough. Pyro was an abundant resource all over various planet sectors and the fact that it could have been used to help fight the war on Invasion was another milestone discovery for humanity. Her research led to galactic fundings from peace organizations and business corporations to back The Conglomerate on their mission to keeping Universal Peace for humanity and other extraterrestrial races. Because of Mila, soon the War on Invasion would be won.

Then came the politics, Ramsey didn’t want to get into it but he never understood why Mila still worked as some scientist on a service ship. With her record, she could have gained  a senate seat as universal bureaucrat or ambassador for Universal Defense at The Representatives. Funny thing is, no one ever knew why she didn’t even pursue such an honor. She even turned down the press and media outlets that wanted to consult her after she deciphered the known elements of Pyro. But Ramsey wasn’t going to get into it.

He stood at the other end of the room to see if she’d notice him but he was convinced she was lost in her own world of advanced weaponry.

“Good, you are here,” she said.

“Yeah, if you didn’t notice, ARA welcomed me,” Ramsey replied sarcastically

“Well don’t just stand there, come test out your suit and I re-assembled your GS-5 so it should operate without any…inconsistencies” Mila emphasized the last word as her emerald-colored eyes fixated on the young soldier.

“Yeah, thanks” Ramsey said nonchalantly.

Mila finally looked up after hearing the withdrawal in his voice. Ramsey was just another young kid who thought being a soldier for The Conglomerate was the closest thing to becoming a movie star. Always hungry for a fight and adoration of the media and public. He did everything with enthusiasm but the routine missions were starting to take a toll on him. But he brought it on himself.

“Look, you do know most of the funding goes into units with higher priority missions and that is sometimes why we don’t always receive the best equipment but I do what I can to get them to standard functionality. You are the only personnel here that complains about the tech here. You should realize that the Representatives let us work within our means. You of all people should understand Mr. Ramsey that we are just an engineering and salvage crew.”

“Which is basically like the sewage department of The Conglomerate, I don’t even know why I let Jason talk me into this damn unit!”

“What we do saves lives! You may not respect this unit but you need to remember and appreciate that,” Mila retorted sternly.

All Mila could hear was the hum of the ventilation and holographic buzzes filling the silence. Surprisingly, Ramsey didn’t talk back but reluctantly looked away and nodded.

“Your registered ViroSuit is ready. Upload your CONTECH link to it, equip your GS-5 and rendezvous with your team at The Bay in 5. And don’t forget to start up your log before you leave.”

“Okay, mom.”

Mila sighed. Ramsey looked into a monitor recording activity in the armory. He raised his wrist to another virtual interface display screen on a desk adjacent to Mila’s.

“Audio Log #7, Cycle 647. September 7, 2188. Private Mick Ramsey Reporting in for resource location and salvaging mission to Alura. Intelligence and VI program ARA pinpointed it’s another planet which exhibit numerous desposits of… you guessed it. Pyro! And my team will take a Hammer shuttle to scrap all that good old material from rocks with crappy equipment so ESSENTIAL COMBATANTS can get their precious reserves to upgrade their already kick-ass weapons on top of their ridiculous amount of funding from The Representatives.”

“Please try to remain professional, Ramsey,” Mila pleaded.

“Ramsey out.”

Ramsey walked up to a platform that harbored a bunch of padded leather-looking suits that bikers back on Earth. His locker held his ViroSuit v.2.1 #00938188. After unlocking the maximum potential of Pyro, a harnessed fiery element could optimize adrenaline to flow through the body constantly at will, enhance vital signs and of course, three of the human senses that assist greatly with eye and hand coordination, and speed up movement to 25 percent. It could adapt to hostile environments of planets such as Xeranon, its climate burned at 250 degrees but the VS would keep its subject cool by utilizing limited amounts of Pyro injected through the suit. The suit even came with mini first-aid kit compartment at the back.

Ramsey slipped on the suit easily. The first time he put it on,  he was amazed at how perfectly it fit. However, given the ViroSuit’s bio-synthetic features, it could  adjust to any body type via endomorph or mesomorph. For Ramsey, that wasn’t even the coolest part. As much as Ramsey got tired of salvaging. The VS turned you into this mini-superman, a temporary invincibility machine.

His CONTECH link started to blink the neon sky-blue  aura  as it was attached to the skin of his left-wrist. It then attached to the leather seam of his VS suit. Suddenly, a reinforced metallic-casing emerged from the VS then started to encapsulate his arms, his torso, the casing then wrapped around this legs. Finally, Ramsey’s neon-lights that represented Pyro readings and power, fluctuated through core parts of the suit. The middle of his metal chest radiated with Pyro. The back of his shoulder blades and forearms indicated he was up and running and ready for duty.

“GS-5 is locked and loaded,” Ramsey stated as his rifle lit up and coordinated with his CONTECH link.

Soon, Ramsey’s exposed head looked like it had a shelled core exterior that split from the nape of his neck. It then conjoined into a helmet with a triangular shaped visor that served as a  Heads-up display that briefed him with the following information on his vitals. ” You know, I hate these missions Mila but I gotta admit, these suits are kick-ass.” Ramsey’s automated and transmitted voice erupted from his helmet.

“VI-RO-SUIT ON-LINE!”

 

Hollywood may be an entirely different planet where the biggest movies come to life and celebrities live as over-glorified human beings. But Hollywood didn’t come to such a powerful status without having influencing society in America in several ways.

The historical evolution of the biggest film industry in the world is too broad to pinpoint but it probably starts from an era where Hollywood came to explosive prominence and solidified its place as an American landmark of tradition during the 1920-40s. During this time, Hollywood became very good at three things–entertainment, influence and profit.

The main objective and goal of Hollywood has always been to entertain and it has done so for decades. Throughout the course of black-and-white silent films of Charlie Chaplin to the 3D-rage that is bludgeoning theaters, we always gain some memorable experience (either good or bad) from watching production films or cinema blockbusters.  Throughout history, Hollywood has also given birth to some of the biggest entertainment studios such as Warner Bros and Paramount Pictures. Hollywood also brought us talented performers from musical geniuses Frank Sinatra to Oscar award-winning actors such as Gregory Peck and Michael Douglas. As a result, Hollywood consistently churned out many other celebrities who have become household names because they have given great performances that have entertained millions. Celebrities such as George Clooney have also created their own wave of influence and that is another reason why society looks up to Hollywood movie stars as role models, highly respected figures or people with crazy drug addictions. Point is, celebrities become a part of our lives in some way. Oprah anyone?

Apart from serving as a channel of entertainment, the Hollywood industry is one of the most powerful and influential enterprises in the world. Its voice is heard around the globe. From recollection of the Roaring 20’s and the Harlem Renaissance, Hollywood brought about trends that has impacted society heavily. Which other institution promoted smoking cigarettes as cool, attractive and “fashionable” and sent the tobacco industry laughing all the way to bank?

Icons such as Marilyn Monroe have even transcended a whole unique sense of fashion that people have copied for years. Because of Hollywood, there will always be parts of society that want to dress up or look like their favorite idols through make-up and work-out tips. In fact, Hollywood will always be an industry that can promote anything deemed stylish as a result of their influence. But fashion trends are not the only things Hollywood is known for but it has always been an industry that has created its own propaganda and political statements that affects governments, industry and communities.

It’s become a prerequisite for Hollywood to have some sort social responsibility. Labeled mostly as liberal-thinking syndicate, Hollywood has projected political messages of anti-war when George Bush opted to move troops to Iraq in 2003 after 9/11. Celebrities such as Alec Baldwin, Sheryl Crow and Martin Sheen made outspoken anti-war statements such as avoiding threats of nuclear warfare and pleaded with the US government to bring troops back. Such statements were also reiterated by every possible news outlet because of Hollywood’s extensive influence. Secondly, Hollywood can asks society to come to a call of action or engage in social responsibility. One simple example comes from the disaster of Hurricane Katrina in 2005, Celebrities and the Red Cross came together in a campaign to help victims of New Orleans and also pleaded with the public to make donations that helped in anyway. In summary, Hollywood marks itself as a great contributor to the American society that always voices its belief in political issues or worldly events.

Finally, despite its role as a leader in trends and a core landmark of influence, the most important thing that has always mattered to Hollywood is making money. Hollywood is objectively a business and a multi-billion dollar industry. The cost that goes into entire production of films is to just generate box office receipts in which you the consumers spend money on tickets that costs more than a Hanes T-shirts these days.

Currently, the American film industry is worth over $754 billion dollars, making Hollywood one of the largest and entertainment media markets to date. Thus its success marks a symbol of great capitalism and a free market which the American society greatly appreciates or can’t do without.

Ultimately, Hollywood’s impact on society is undeniable because of its ability to entertain, influence and continually make profits forever.

 

 

 

With the semester closing in, you find yourself putting hours in and out of group projects but there are some group projects that feel more like you’re putting in blood, sweat and tears. Such was my experience in my Visual Communication arts class where my group had to put together Reveal Magazine to present at the end of the semester. In reflection, I have never been in a more time-consuming, screen-staring project. We even almost failed this project due to a lot of inconsistency in our magazine and lack of communication. It was a time nobody wanted to assume responsibility. When we reached that crisis, our director, Pamela Parker stepped up and finally took over what direction Reveal should head in.

We all had our chunky pieces of assignment to take up. Courtney Wiest and I took over as editors where we had to assign articles, come up with sections and copy-edit articles. Sarah Nguyen and Maura Callahan worked hard hours as photographers and scrapped a lot of unique photos for our publication. Callahan also worked constantly to put Reveal on the social media realm from Twitter, Facebook, Blurb, Blogger- in fact, thanks to her whole active PR, we are like everywhere. Tabitha Cassidy and Josh Brandenstein took over as our diligent staff writers who contributed a substantial amount of content to the magazine. Lauren Upchurch and Pamela Parker worked as our art directors who oversaw everything from the layout to the style of our magazine and we are thankful for that because of their in-depth experience with Adobe InDesign. I was also impressed with Parker’s work-rate who designed a very cool layout and template for Reveal and worked an indefinite amount of hours into finalizing our project, which automatically makes her our MVP.

When we were just staring at the face of failure and receiving a terrible grade, I’m amazed at how strong characters such as ourselves, just rolled up our sleeves and turned everything around. We finally came up with a bright and colorful product of college fun and wisdom, which is Reveal. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of talented individuals to work with on this daunting project. Thank God, it’s over with.

No boss is out to get you or put you in the hot seat but that doesn't mean you shouldn't prepare yourself in case of some tough questions.

A lot of topics have covered this but here is a reiteriation of what college students  should absolutely not forget when going in for an interview:

Once you acquire that really important internship or job that you spent all semester preparing for, the biggest thing that comes next is the interview with the recruiter or head supervisor.  Usually we see this as some make or break situation but remember the fact that the boss has granted you the interview in the first place is a sign of progress.

However, going to any interview requires that you be very proactive. It’s no bowl of sugar-coated frosted flakes. If you go to any interview without any preparation, you are going to run into a gauntlet of tough questions and you will be overwhelmed.

The key to a good interview is to be prepared, make a good impression and show that you are asset to the company or organization. Here are six tips that can help achieve that.

Research, Research, and Research: Find out things about the organization that can give you an edge before heading into the interview. Does the interviewer want you to complete an assignment before the interview? Who is the CEO, manager or supervisor? What has he or she done for the company? How do you pronounce his or her name? What is the current state of the organization? The more you know the better.

 Show face:  Show up early!  Allow 10-15 minutes before if necessary. When you meet with the boss, make eye contact, smile, give a firm grip handshake and shake that hand like crazy. It gives the impression that you are friendly and confident.

Have extra copies of your resume: Have about 10-25 copies of your resume with references at the back. Your interviewer may want a copy to share with other colleagues and this is ideal for networking. Also make sure your resume is up to date and presentable. Avoid spelling mistakes and use correct grammar! Anything wrong with your resume reflects poorly of you.

Answer the questions in context: Try to answer whatever questions the interviewer may have to the best of your ability in relation to the subject. If it is about multi-tasking, explain how you could do several tasks at once in the office not about how you can listen to music, text and do homework in your dorm. Those examples are good but it’s better to focus in terms of the job.

Listen! Listen! Listen: Pick out key words the interviewer may ask you and formulate a decent response. Personal favorites from interviewers are “strength” and “weaknesses.” Focus on that and base your answers off those words.

Do you have any questions: This is the last question the interviewer will probably ask you and the answer to that is definitely yes.  Saying no is not recommended. In fact saying no is stupid. Saying no is practically telling the interviewer, “No, I don’t care what you have to say about your company because I am not interested. I just want to watch you babble like an idiot.” Listen to what the interviewer is saying and ask reasonable questions about the company policy or something that you may need to know about how things work here. Always have questions!

 If you stick to the tips mentioned above, the interview will be the easiest thing you’ve ever done in life and you will most likely survive the battle ahead.

This is isn’t the best piece of work I’ve done but I always wanted to create an abstract version of myself. Like a really cool avatar. It was inspired by the new Black Eyed Peas album cover, The Beginning.  The band members are rendered as 8-bit video game representations of themselves. That was the direction I was going for but I failed miserably. But with a little more work and practice, I could come up with something better but for now I’m sticking with this.