59 times and counting

I am so excited, last night before I went to bed, i finished reading the Book of Mormon for my 59th time. so i'm every closer to my goal of finishing it for 100 times before I part this mortal coil. It seems only yesterday as a child seeing the book for the first time, I must have been about 7 years old. It seemed strange to me to see a blue book with a golden man and his trumpet on the cover. i opened the book, read some things but never got into it. It wasn't until i was on the placement program in Ogden, Utah that i really opened the book again and started reading it. It took me a few years, but I finished it. It really wasn't until seminary that I found i had a testimony of the Book of Mormon. That I prayed about it, and read it and felt the spirit testify to me that it was true. I have felt that way since I joined the church and I know that I will always feel that way.

now to address some questions:
have i memorized everything in the book? not by a long shot. every time i read it i learn something new. or through life's experiences the meanings of each doctrine become enriched and enlightened. i think if i should get to read this 59 more times, i would still have things to learn from it's pages.
Does this mean i'm more righteous than others for reading so much? yeah right. just means of everyone i know, i need as much help in my pursuit of salvation as i can get. when you're scrubbing stain from your clothes, if you use only a little bit of soap, you aren't going to get all the stains out, you need as much purifying agent as you can to get to the really dirty, grimy stuff. if anything in my reading of the book of mormon, i find out more about myself and how much i am lacking in my goal to become more like my Heavenly father. boy do i need alot of that cleaning stuff.
have i ever seen the three nephites? not yet, but here's hoping one day, just to chat and share stories. that would be cool to hear how much they've gone through. i'm sure they know more about that will happen than they can express.
have i gotten bored of reading the book? no way, never ever. as a descendent of laman and also of Mulek, this book was written for our day, and is a recording of God's dealing directly with our ancestors on this hemisphere. how i read it, and apply it, and share it, will all one day be brought before God and I will be held accountable for how i used the book, how i shared it, and applied it to my life. every gift from God comes with it's measured accountability. no one is an exception to the law of restoration. a man in his life may only have the bible, but how he lives his life according to those principles, will be his accounting, will be his measure of salvation. even more so for members of the LDS church. with both the Book of Mormon and bible as testements of the divinity of Jesus Christ, we will be held accountable for both books and for what we lack in our own knowledge of the Gospel nothing will be left out.

perhaps the most compelling portions of the Book deal with Isaiah. how much more vivid each chapter is and becomes as i read his words and love his details into how God is dealing with his children. they are more meaningful and more powerful as i read and reread the Book of Mormon. i am so thankful that the prophet Mormon included these writings. i look forward to finishing the book again and again and again.
my testimony of the Book is i know it is true. that it is the Word of God. I know that my heritage links me to the wonderful people in this book and i shall always be grateful for the righteous men and women who gave so much that we might have a means of guidance and salvation in our day and age. It shall be ever close to my heart and i hope i can always be faithful its message.

sunsets...sunrises

I was driving to work two week ago, and we had the most amazing sunrise. The clouds filled the sky with an amazing amber light that glowed heavenly upward for most of the morning. It reminded me of my favorite sunset, and my favorite sunrise. Over the years I've had several instances where favorites have changed. favorite song, favorite movie, favorite late night snack. These have to change. Well, my favorite sunset has not changed, not over all the years. It was on my mission. I was assigned to the island of Bohol, which is an island east of Cebu in the Philippines. Once a month we would have to travel back to report to our zone leaders at the city of tagbilaran which was on the southern portion of the island. I was assigned to a city called calape, a city along the coast northward which was about 3 hours by bus. After our usual meeting with the zone leaders my companion and I went to the bus depot. The only bus going back at that time was already filled to the brim, but we still needed to get back home. There were still alot of people needing rides so they started filling the top of the bus. The top of the bus had a large railing which held supplies, such as food and whatnot, us being whatnot. I was apprehensive at first, but everyone else which numbered about an extra 75 people just paid their fare, so we paid, climbed on top then held on for dear life. The buses usually navigated the narrow roads along the island near breakneck speeds, so imagine, doing 50 miles an hour and sitting on top. the Bus was tall and literally standing room only inside, would sway at every turn. It was so much fun. About half way home, looking back over my shoulder, I could see the full ocean. usually the tall foliage hid the ocean from our views. But we had to ascend a mountain from which gave us a perfect view from Bohol to Cebu and everything in between. The clouds had gathered on the southern portion of Cebu island and the sun was just below the clouds and every color that can come from the light of the evening sun, blazed across the waters, between the clouds and the ocean. I have seen these shots before on movies and posters, but to see this in real life, to witness the heavens as though they were newborn. i felt so very close to God at that moment. Especially considering I was holding on for dear life on top of the bus and very much in prayer. For that moment, heaven was on the ocean. i wish i had a picture, but maybe one day i can go back and maybe, just maybe i might see that light once more.

My current favorite sunrise I've included in a picture, strange coincidence it is also on the ocean. I was in Hawaii, going to my brothers wedding. They married in the Laei LDS temple. By the way, they are now on their second child. But the sunday morning we were going to leave back to New mexico, we had some time to walk about on northshore. This was the shot that i took on the beach where were staying at. For some reason the plants on the island seemed all aglow and I could not help but wonder, if this is what creation was like when we all first started on this world. If only it could always look like this, and feel this perfect. there really is so much beauty around us, if we can look about us, take our sight away from the daily dribble that occupies our perceptions. Whether it is the mountains of Utah, the Canyons of Arizona, even the islands of sea, beauty surrounds us. I love the prophet Alma's testimony to the antichrist korihor, when asked about giving a sign that God exists. He states " the scriptures are laid before thee, yea, and all things denote there is a God; yea, even the earth, and all things that are upon the face of it, yea, and its motion, yea, and also all the planets which move in their regular form do witness that there is a Supreme Creator." Alma 30:44. I feel that way when Nature manifests, and testifies who's hand created them. Daily reminders that God still watches over all of us.

running in the wind

Walking to work today, the wind was blowing extremely hard. it reminded me of the times on my mission in the philippine islands, when we had typhoons. i went through so many of them. you just kind of got used to them. My first day in my mission we got hit with a Signal 3 storm. i can't explain the amount of destruction these storms create. even the small ones. i remember a storm so bad that so much rain was falling and wind blowing that the road disappeared in front of us on our way home. we knew it was coming and thought we could beat it. all you can really do is find some shelter and ride it out. anyways. i've noticed of late that when i go running the wind always seems to be blowing against me. i run south, at the same time, it is blowing against me. run east. same thing. i think it strange that it happens whenever i run. like the weather is out to get me. but i still plod along despite my paranoid delusions of climatological adversity. what am i going to do when it gets tough like that. quit?? i don't think so. it reminded me of the Salt lake city marathon i ran in april. that was so very tough. from mile4 to mile 13, was into the wind. and not a gentle breeze. i'm talking blowing me backwards kind of wind. a few times, the wind completely stopped me in my tracks. I had that going against me, while going at an uphill grade until the half way point. when i reached the turn around on 13, i was so exhausted, but i kept going. I was going to finish that race.
i was talking to a man during my park city marathon at about mile 24. he was a bit older, i'm thinking in his 60s and he kept a good pace and he was very friendly. he could see that i was struggling at this point, which i was, due to the altitude. my heart rate was going to fast and i was having to walk at that point until it calmed down. i'd run until it got too high but then i'd have to slow down. my muscles were fine, i felt strong, but with my labored breathing and my heart rate, high. i couldn't risk a heartattack. he offered some advice. his words were simple. the victory is in the finish. that was it, but so much more, what he mean was to just keep going, you'll get to the finish, do the best you can with what you have. by and by, the end will come and you'll finish this race. especially the marathon. what a feeling it is to finish that run. to cross the line, especially when there is so much going against you. you just keep moving each step and eventually you will get to that finish line.
i don't mind the wind so much, it can get annoying, and it may make the journey bit more difficult. but the victory is overcoming those difficulties and finishing the race. and if you ever decide to run parkcity, you need to know that from mile 6 to mile 16 is all uphill. a gentle uphill from mile 6 to 10, then from 10 to 13, more uphill, then from 13 to 16, a monster of an uphill. good news. from 16 to the end is mostly downhill. the course is beautiful and amazing. very quiet. even when you run through park city. most people avoid the marathon traffic and the streets are nice and non-threatening.
i often wonder, why are difficulties so difficult. reason is, they teach you about what you really are. when testing, you are tested to see what knowledge you have acquired, what skills you have gain. you really don't get that type of measurement without some type of difficult obstacles. the more difficult the test, the more apparent the soul. so when the wind blows, the more my heart desires to move forward. the more i know that once i get through this experience, a part of me will be all the better. no one can take away the victories earn hard through adversity. these types of victories go on into the eternities. far past our time on this earth. I look forward to crossing that finish line.

CEH class

I just finished a week long class on computer security. it was called CEH, certified ethicial hacking. i cannot tell you how much fun this class was. mindboggling, and freakout scary. still, I tried to approach the class with enough curiousity to obtain a beneficial return. It was easy to do with no distractions. the whole class, all guys. and besides, we were pretty much the classic nerds. i loved it. all we were missing were star wars posters and klingon speak. it was like an homage to weird al yankovich.
first off. all systems have flaws and can be vulnerable. updates are important, but seriously need
to keep on top of them. there are so many ways around security. that is the whole gist of the class. learn how to hack in order to make our internal systems stronger. keyloggers can be on anything.during class we learned that wired keyboards can be hacked from over 20 meters away.
second. everything i thought i knew about security, so off. we were literally given thousands of tools to work with, and only a week to learn. i've got my free time taken care of for a while. i don't mind it is interesting to see what would happen. first words from our instructor, you can't stop a hacker. all you can really do is slow him down. so comforting.
third. never ever give anyone your information. no matter what. either through social engineering, or through phishing sites, people will use your information to get money and whatnot. on the net, you can't be trusting, just no way, if you are paranoid good. let that guide you. you can't take the chance. all it takes is one opportunity for them and they will rip your life apart. also, if you don't have a shredder get one. dumpster divers will get anything on you, chances are they already do. but shredd all documents, all those credit card offers you throw away. are treasure for identity thieves. GET A SHREDDER. on that note, make sure you get credit protection and you regularly check your credit activity. don't be nieve enough to think you can't get taken to the cleaners.
fourth. our teacher rocked. he knew his stuff and he would throw in things not in the books. he had alot of experience and effectively answered our questions. on that note, i feel guilty for infecting his computer. let me explain. i asked him if he knew about the antivirus 2008 infecting software. it can be accessed a number of ways. he got curious and was looking for screen shots of the software, blam. he caught it. and it started going through his system. while we were in class! all he was looking at were pictures and it infected him. sometimes that is all it takes. technically it wasn't my fault, but i did give him the idea so i admit partial responsibility.
fifth. hackers are soo cool. good and bad. they know their stuff. good hackers, you often hear about in the news. the best hackers though, you never hear about. they are so good at covering their tracks. you never knew they were there. according to our teacher, everyone asks questions about the motives of hackers, their intent to hack. there are too many answers for that. i'm sure they have their own agendas. most are different. some like chaos, others want money. others like the challenge. some even are just evil. i still think they are cool for perfecting a craft that has so many options. it's like the last great untapped battlefront.
lastly. having a week off of work, but in class, got me behind on my projects. but i so enjoyed it. creating viruses, breaking systems. last day we were given a machine to hack into. most of us did. it was fun. still. i think most people would be surprised at how unsecure their own computers can be. it takes so much time to get this stuff down. but if you think you are safe, you need to think again. you probably have a compromised system, you just don't know it yet.

crazy drivers

so the game this weekend was fun, for only like the second half. the first half of the byu game pretty much blew chunks. it was horrendous. and it wasn't just a good defense on the side of UNM, byu had open looks, they dropped balls and the play calling was questionable. this is the worst half of football i've seen byu play all year. it is a true miracle that they won. We can thank the defense for that. except for the corners, they really need to more experienced players out there. anyways, driving back home i realized that i had inadvertantly classified drivers that just drive me nuts on the road. they are in no particular order. but here goes.

1- spacers. they stop at stop lights and leave about 2 carlengths in front of them. they won't get any closer to the cars in front of them, it's like their phobia.
2-possums. these guys will go slow, and when you try to pass them. they speed up. then when you finally pass them, they slow down again. these can also be classified as punks, jerks, a**holes (trying to be mormon pc here) and any other explative that won't get you speaking to a bishop.
3-cutters. these cut right in front on you when driving, no matter the space between you and the car. these are agressive drivers, lazy drivers. often i'm sure they are on some type of drugs. these guys like to take advantage of nice drivers and are quite good at the 3 finger salute.
4- turners. these guys turn without signalling, or they get in the turn lane when they don't need to be and will often keep going straight. they excel in the tease. these remind of many of the girls i have dated.
5-turtles. these like to get in the fast lane and drive slow. everyone but they know that if people that are faster than you are in the fast lane, and they come up behind you, you pull over to the middle "slower" lanes. but these do not. they often go 10 sometimes 15 miles below everyone else's speed. it would take an act of heaven or their off ramp to get them to move aside. turtles like to clog up the HOV lanes as well. turtles also are natural cutters and show signs of possum characteristics. turtles are the Satan's of the roads. they encompass all the evils of bad driving. outside of the next category. these also remind me of a few girls i've dated.
6- DUI. lets face it, if you are under the influence of anything, get off the road, that includes sleepers, pull over or get a room. drinking, get a designated driver. you've been drinking and you are already stupid. drugs or medication, this is beyond stupid. you don't deserve a license.
7- last and not least. texters. i classified this with cell phone use because they are using the same type of device and both need to be hauled off to jail. they did a study on the influence of driving and texting, and they rated on a dangerous scale comparable if not worse than someone under the influence.

while driving back there were about 4 of my 7 on the road. i know i need to be patience with others around me on the road. something i've got to work on. fortunately i got back home ok. unfornately some of these people are still on the road.

a "Fair" Weekend

my recap of my recent visit to the REZ.
thursday:
THE DRIVE BACK. rather uneventful, except for having a close call with a semi. i just started passing it, about a third of the way around it, the driver decided to pass the car in front of him. i know i could see him and i was visible, he just came right at me. i slammed the brakes and he barely missed me. the 2 other cars behind me saw the whole thing. i'm sure they had camaras ready to see a huge semi squash my neon. after catching my breath, and taking my emergency heart medication (jk. i really don't have any medication, it was starburst). the drive went by very quickly. the fall colors really bring out the mountain graduer. loved it.
THE CARNIVAL. Right back home. my sister wanted to go to the carnival. they had family night which was awesome, first night for the carnival and prices were one dollar a ticket and rides were one ticket each. besides the dust and a few dlaani's it wasn't too bad. some of those rides really require you to check your pants after each ride. still, it felt great being around so many natives. just felt like home.
friday:
BABYSITTING. pretty much what i did most of friday. my sister is in nursing school and she dropped the kids off at the house. i was asleep on the front room couch when they came in. reminds me of an approaching storm. they rumbled in and bam. all over me. i love them. brynne is a hoot. she is so smart. leah is a very lively and often likes to put me in my place. she couldn't get enough of my beard. i hadn't shaved since saturday. we had several races on who could peel a boiled egg faster. she won 2 out of three. they played video games, watched movies most the day. taryn the youngest was the funnest, just trying to get her to walk was the best part. she does not like the beard.
saturday:
THE PARADE. i usually get up early to save a spot down on the highway. got up at 5:30 and got a necessary shower. got to my location and although people camped on the east side of the highway, the middle part is often open, which was the case. so i laid down my two blankets and started playing a video game. after which i though was an eternity, i checked my watch. 15 minutes!! this is going to be a long morning. which it wasn't. about 6:45 my brother-in-law showed up. and after a breakfast burrito and some gatorade, i was ready for the day. i love watching people show up for events. i do the same thing at football, basketball games. well, everyone got there and the parade started at 9:15am, just the usual crowd of bands and politicians. on the plus side, they increased parade registration and cut the number of floats in half. thank goodness. the best part of the parade, the candy. my niece leah made off like a bandit. like tons of candy and stuff. and she was good at running for it. brynne could have cared less. if the candy was thrown at her and it landed in her lap, she would pick it up. she chased candy the first few minutes, after she had a good two hands full, she picked a spot on the road and proceeded to fill up on candy. she didn't want any more after that. she's so cool.
THE COOKOUT. well, brynne wasn't feeling too good for some reason, so we, meaning the kids went back to my sisters house. soon after everyone came back. then the floodgates opened. the rain started pouring, and it didn't stop. never seen it rain so much on a fair day. it stopped for 5 minutes and then kept going, for the next few hours. we still had our burgers and steaks. it was good to be together as family. the kids kept entertained on the wii system. and i did what i could to keep taryn from killing herself. toddlers get into everything. after eating and everyone settled i finally got taryn to sleep. later that night we just kicked back and digested all the food we ate. spent time watching dvd's with my mom, i'm sure she's a fan now of Pushing Daisies and Supernatural.
sunday:
GOING HOME. always the hardest thing to do. after my goodbyes, i usually find most of my dvd's i brought home. give everyone their goodbye hugs then after a quick personal prayer, i head back to Utah. i usually just leave when i get up. that day i slept in till 7:30. had some eggs and hotdogs for breakfast and left. no problems until colorado, caught the end of a massive storm. then closer to monticello, caught my first sight of the mountains and there it was, all covered in snow. alot of snow. this far south, it was amazing and beautiful. the rain eased up and really had no other problems. just another Fair, but with my family, it is always a great memory.

my high school reunion

As i drove up to Ogden, i wondered, just what was going to happen. all but one of these classmates i had not seen since the day of graduation. I got into Ogden about 5:15, early. so i decided to visit my cousin Adrian's foster family for a bit and catchup. i had a nice visit with them and shared with them my information on banana degration techniques. I let enough time pass to afford me the distinction of not being the first one there. Kind of like church dances, never show up exactly at 8pm, when the Dance starts, no one ever does, or for any church activity. they give you a time to start but there is an understood delay in attendance to the said event. anyone arriving early is therefore demean a nerd, an outcast, and could possible risk expulsion. you are cool because you are graciously late.
Ben Lomond for me had many great memories. Of Course it was high school and had all the necessary trauma of attending, however, i knew it was tough, but i somehow made it. that was my victory. I parked and had to wait a second in my car to get a sense of where i was. How can i possibly be here. i walked up to the old gym entrance, just then some girls walked by. holy crap. they looked like they were in kindergarten. man i'm old. i tried to suck in my stomach and walk macho. this didnt' seem to help. i felt like chris farley in tommy boy. "do you know where the weight room is?" stupid.
So many memories walking in those doors. then turning the corner to the small gym, every emotion flooded back to me. the long hallway that i knew so well, going to the small gym where we held our wrestling matches. where the girls had their volleyball and basketball games. walking in there, i remembered everything, all the colors on the wall. even the painting on the floor, a mural of a scotsman was the exact same. the first person i recognized was an old friend. tracy. he looked the same, except he had gained about 70 pounds, a good thing because before he was a beanpole. and had grown about maybe 8 inches in height. but the same smile and so familiar to me. he was such a good friend. we had several computer classes together, among others. we caught up on our lives and whatnot. it felt good to have a good first impression. After grasping more courage, i noticed a few others and walked over to walk to them, and was caught up in our stories. after a while i felt like i was being interviewed for a movie. just one after another, like magazine after magazine, same questions, same answers. we seemed all to ask the same things. It was so much fun.
notable changes: heather. in fact her change is she didn't change. she was beautiful before and she still was, she looked like she didn't age a bit. i'm sure all the other girls there envied her to death. so either she kept well, or she has one of the rings of power in her possession (hint: lord of the rings, if you don't know, then you need to watch them.) i've seen her family pictures and they have a beautiful life. i'm happy for her. really. i mentioned tracy. then scott chenowith. man it was good to see him. he also put on weight. another bean pole. man we suffered so much in wrestling together. we went through all the ups and downs. he was the strongest man i knew. he's also into running, but more into triathlons than i am. still, his facial hair threw me a bit, he never had any in high school. debbie parkinson, she's always been tall, but with 7 kids she is still vibrant and beautiful as ever. she was my partner many times at church dances, given she was 6 inches taller than I, i'm sure she felt awkward with me. i think we helped saved each other many a time from dancing with creepy people. we served on seminary council together. she's as crazy as ever. she's getting remarried in 3 weeks. happy times. then there was teddy duke. man i missed him. he was my first friend when i arrived at mound fort middle school in 7th grade. we had band together. he was soo much fun and showed me the ropes. he will always be my friend. he was homecoming king and on the soccer team. I still don't know why he wanted to be my friend. i meet few great ones like him. nicole alder, probably the best shape of all of us. a powerful woman and still very beautiful. she was the homecoming queen. brett earl, our student body prez. man, the guy never ages. amy bjerke, the tallest in our class. she was a hoot then and a hoot now. she organized most everything. amazing woman. rich herbon. he was so much fun, man the dude is ripped. no more belly on him. lorayne fears, she was so tiny in high school, but now, just beautiful and tall. she's always been that way to me. she has a great family. she's the only one i didn't talk with though.
so many more people and their stories, i was a fun evening. i'm glad i went. they had us get together to sing the school hymn, most didn't sing, i did and realized, hey i have a voice. i couldn't finish the last half of the song, i knew it, but i got a bit choked up and didn't want them to see me cry. It's a guy thing. then we had a dvd collage with pretty much pics from the year books of old. it was great. they had me in my mascot uniform a few times, i had to raise my arms when they showed my picture. holy crap i was skinny.
a few things of note. i'm glad no one spiked the punch. that would have been a interesting drive home. only a few of them were actually drunk before hand, i'm sure that helped them get to the reunion. and no fights ensured. i think we all got along. i'm pretty sure i was the only one there that had never married and had no kids. quite a few had been through several marriages. so again, i'm a in the minority. minorities rule!! It was good to go back to the past, because at least, it gives me something to look forward to, to work for. we've all had changes in our lives that i'd like to think has helped us be better people. last thing i noticed walking out, there was a picture board i didn't see before that had in memory of. we had four scots that wouldn't be coming to any more reunions. they were old friends. I'm glad i tried my best to do good to others because i know in departing. we have no ill feelings to worry about. so many other things in life that matter most. i feel like we all left as friends. it was a good reunion.

how much is my blood worth

well i'm still a bit dizzy after running yesterday. it wasn't far, just 2.5 miles, but it sure affected me. the cause relates to my donating blood to the red cross on Tuesday. anything with needles scares me and it actually takes a great deal of self-assurance to get over it and donate. In my life i've only donated blood 5 times. twice while i've been in this ward. it is a service activity and if i am not in training then i'll donate. i was on the service committee at the time and felt like it was duty. twice while i was at BYU i donated blood. first time was when a girl in our ward had gotten in a sledding accident and her family asked us to donate blood. i remember how badly i was shaking going there. it was my first time, but it was for a friend and that helped me through it. and once while i was on my mission. A missionary couple in our area needed the blood and i had the right blood type. the older gentleman had gotten sick and he need blood. i didn't hesitate, but donated willingly. i remember afterwards him telling me we are blood brothers now. just seeing him get better was worth all the pain. did i mention i'm afraid of needles, but love has that wonderful power of casting out fear.
well tuesday was no exception, even after all this time it takes alot of courage to sit there and have them drain me. well, after they had poked me. my friend Jana sat in the chair next to me to donate. Jana is our ward Choir director and very beautiful. she has a great voice and is amazingly talented. for some reason. after the blood started flowing out of me as we were talking i started confessing things to her. i couldn't stop myself. i remembered when i first met her and i just couldn't stop giving her details. i would have never told her otherwise. i then caught myself and quickly changed the subject before i hope she realized that i do like her a bit. i don't think it worked. so girls, you wanna find a way to get your guy to confess stuff, try having him donate blood and lose all sense of self-control. at least for a moment you might actually get us to tell you the truth. (guys-you've been warned). there are quite a few good looking girls in my ward. jana is one of them. i know i've never told her. fact is we really haven't had a chance. plus she's like out of my league. but i hope things don't start being weird when were around each other. this should deserve a daytime emmy.
so back to my running. i finished my run slower than i did before, but my heartrate was about 15 beats higher than before. could be the blood thing, or the 88 degree weather. either way i was in bad shape. and i couldn't do my pushups or anything with my left arm because of the pain. my arm still hadn't healed. i'll take it easy on my saturday morning run, it is only a 5 mile course so really not pushing it. but i love that course. early in the morning no one is around and it curves by a stream and gives me such a view of the sun as it rises over the mountains. i'll make sure to take my heart monitor so i don't pass out or run into anymore friends.

my WebLog beginning

i suppose it was bound to happen. here comes my first blog ever. most things that happen in my life of significance go right into my journal. but lately that has been faltering due to time contraints. i need a place where i can put things that happen to me on an immediate level of occurance. Don't get me wrong, my journal is still going to receive it's share of entries, that won't change. But i find that this form of communication and recording has it's benefits as well. as i continue to think about what i can write, i'll add more. for now. here is my beginning.