Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I heard about this speech a few weeks ago and have been waiting for it to appear online. I guess I was looking for Lara in all the wrong places.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I got an email from a magazine thanking me for my subscription (they give it for free so maybe I should be thanking them!)
It was signed by a lady with the title, “Audience Development.”
I work in television AND government (not as scary as it sounds!) so that term would mean we need more people in our audiences watching, listening etc. I don’t recall ever hearing the term “audience” in the context of a magazine subscription. Maybe the readers are the audience but just don’t think of describing them that way.
In my day this was called “circulation.” Maybe an odd word but a familiar one.
I suppose this is all part of the larger context of all media companies trying to survive in the ever-changing world.
But I’m not sure semantics and clever job titles are going to do it.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Earlier this week I learned my step-mother was ill and in the hospital. But she was expected to return home soon so I didn't worry too much. She is 84 and with a history that includes quite a number of hospital stays.
Thursday I learned it had gotten worse and pneumonia was the problem.
Friday morning I was on my way to Dallas to help and support my 90+ year old dad however I could.
Friday afternoon and evening were spent bedside watching and listening. Not much else to do. Her medical directive stated that she did not want any extraordinary measures taken.
Friday evening later we left to go home so everyone could get a little sleep. The hospital called and said she had had a stroke and we should come back. We did and found that she had actually had a couple of seizures but not necessarily a stroke. We sat some more and her vital signs actually improved so we left once again. We had only been home for a few minutes when my phone rang again.
My step-brother was calling to let us know the hospital had called and a few minutes after we left, Louise passed away.
My dad sat and held her hand earlier in the day, kissed her forehead and said goodbye when we left before. I don't know if he knew that would be his last goodbye or not.
The hardest thing for me was, I had to be the one to tell him he had lost his partner of 34 years. Maybe he knew it already but all I could think to do was put my arm around him, pull him close and sort of whispered that Louise had passed away. I held the phone away from me and just held him while he softly cried a little. We Crunks are not given to much displays of emotion.
Kids get hurt and their parents hold them when they cry (sometimes) but they don't tell you that someday you will hold your parent when they cry. They don't tell you that you might be the one to give them the worst news they've gotten in their life.
Friday night at the hospital, we all stood around her bed with the Priest (Louise was Catholic) and he prayed and then he started into the Lord's Prayer. Everybody else started in with him. I've never prayed it in that context before and his version was slightly different than the one I pray. Holding the Priest's hand (never done that before either) I worked at remembering the words to something I've known and prayed since I was little.
All these past few days I keep telling myself this is not about me and it's all about helping my dad through this hard time. So far he is handling it well. Maybe it is shock; I don't know. We've been reviewing Wills, talking about doctors, reviewing all sorts of important stuff in my dad's life. I guess her death is causing him to think about his own mortality a little more.
Now we are in hard stage #2 - dealing with all the stuff of arrangements, what should she wear in the casket. Lots of help from her side of the family - son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter.
Monday will be the funeral; a very small family service.
I'm sure that will be hard. But then comes the really hard part when my dad has to go home to his empty house and we have to start thinking about what the next stage of his long life is going to be.
We hope he'll come to live with us but playing a slow wait-and-see before we begin to broach that difficult subject.
Friday, August 31, 2012
I’m sure everyone has been glued to their TVs this week watching the RNC. Ok, I guess not everybody, me included.
I’ve had a hard time working up any enthusiasm for anything. I got interested last night when I saw that Clint Eastwood was going to speak.
While he has a lot or marquee value, I’ll bet the Romney camp is thinking, “what were we thinking?” Next time, use a script, he’s an actor, he’s used to that. I think Romney got upstaged but then what do you expect from an 82 actor/director? He did have some funny lines but overall in terms of his politics, apart from his obvious dis-like of Obama, what exactly makes him a Republican?
Not much to say directly about last night except that I think many Republicans saw a glimpse of the future of the GOP when Marco Rubio took center stage. If they haven’t already stood-up and taken notice, notice has been given. So that makes two future GOP stars coming from the Latino-side of the aisle.
But this missive was not supposed to be about last night.
I recall as a 15-year-old sitting with my dad watching the Dem convention in 1968. I was naïve about many things and really didn’t understand what was going on. But I watched the inside business as they nominated Humphrey/Muskie and Dan Rather got punched. And I watched the Chicago police as they dealt with the yippies and demonstrations going on outside. My dad didn’t talk much about politics but he had no place for the young radicals.
Then my memory jumps to 1984 (the year, not the book!) when I worked at both the Dem and GOP conventions. This was the Mondale/Ferraro year and the GOP nommed Reagan/Bush.
I coordinated production for our news dept. at both events. It was kind of heady being there rubbing shoulders with the big boys and girls from the networks. But it was also a lot of work dealing with two live shots everyday, a major 3-hour time zone difference to the studio back home and San Francisco parking!
I recall standing in a small downtown SF park where a small demonstration was taking place and feeling just a little bit worried. As a sheltered Texas boy, this was as close to a potentially riotous event as I had ever been and I remembered those Chicago police (and Dan Rather!)
Our daily packages were edited in a small trailer in a parking lot outside the Moscone Convention Center filled to overflowing with more trailers, satellite trucks and enough cable to probably string from SF to NY and back.
My Dallas (location of the GOP event in 1984) memories are pretty limited to a Beach Boys concert for the delegates and our interview with then-VP George Bush (who later became Bush 41). This was my first encounter with Secret Service. We had to wait outside our interview room while it was cleared. Then all of us and our gear had to be cleared. Then we were let in the room – and no one could go out. After waiting awhile while everyone (except us) talked into their sleeves, Bush arrived. We did the interview. Secret Service ran cables out of our beta decks and made their own copy of everything. After Bush left, we had to wait awhile before we were allowed to leave the room. I think I shook V.P. Bush’s hand but I can’t guarantee I did that.
One other trivial memory was standing on a Dallas sidewalk and Roger Mudd stands next to me. From the waist up, he was suit and tie. Below that he wore Bermuda shorts and I think socks and sandals. This was August in Dallas and pretty hot.
Apart from Ferraro being the first woman nominee, I don’t recall anything really exciting or noteworthy happening at either place but it was a unique experience to add to my memory bank.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Not sure how I found this book or this author but … just wrapped this one up.
While I was disappointed in the way the book ended (my wife helped me get a better handle on just what happened) overall Hagy writes with a tight prose style that could remind one of Cormac McCarthy. Not as rough perhaps but I’ll bet if she listed her influences, he’d be one.
I guess because my daughter lives out west now, we have horses and because maybe someday the two will come together somehow, I enjoyed the setting and culture of her book.
I really liked the first two-thirds – as noted I did not like the ending. But I guess I can savor the parts I did like.
So if you like horses (but this is not a horse book), if you like the west (but it is not just about the west) and you appreciate well crafted sentences … then maybe check her out.
I’ve already requested two more of her novels from the library. We’ll see how they go.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
For those who don’t have this word in their vocab, it simply means praying to God for another’s needs.
If you don’t pray or don’t believe in prayer then stop reading now because this won’t mean anything to you and you’ll likely lump me with some religiously fanatical nut-jobs.
OK I’m not one (a nut job OR a real intercessor) but … I do have a long (and always seems to be growing) list of people I try to pray for.
Hardly seems like a week goes by that I don’t hear about someone I should add to my list.
I can’t and don’t spend a great deal of time on each person. My dilemma comes from this: when is it ok to stop praying for someone?
For years I’ve been praying for an older couple in our church. The lady of this couple probably qualified as a minor saint and an intercessor of the first order.
Well, she died recently. I still remember her husband and since I’ve prayed their names for so long, I still say hers because I always said it first.
I have several other names on my list and I’m not sure why for some of them. They just are. I guess at some point I felt like I should add them but then again I seem to have this issue with when can I quit?
Several days a week I pass a playground where this tall skinny kid is often swinging. I really think I understand what he is doing. Why would a 15-20 year old spend that much time in a swing unless it made him feel better? I pray for him. I don’t know his name but I pray for him and his family. If I didn’t think I might get accused of something untoward (isn’t this sad that I even have to worry about that?) I’d ask him his name.
Some people write their lists down. I don’t. I tried one time and it didn’t feel right. It seemed like I needed more flexibility than a written list gave me.
I never promise anyone I will pray for them because that seems like a sacred sort of promise and should not be taken lightly. But if I get some sense or feeling (not a woo-woo sort of thing) then I will usually add their name and need to my list. Some days the shortcut I might take is to just pray for those who have some physical issue or illness. For a few of those, that’s the most urgent thing.
This is like some of those old songs that simply faded out rather than quit so I will just fade …
Thursday, July 5, 2012
this is certainly not a happy tale but a good story.
warning - if the f-word bothers you, you've been warned. Some movie sites actually count the number of times certain words are used. This one could have worn out a clicker.
But if you enjoy a good story, Hawaiian music (there is plenty of it!) and scenery, George Clooney, good dialogue (f-word notwithstanding!) - worth a watch.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Not too long ago she recorded Hemingway and Gellhorn off HBO.
Not sure why I kept watching but it was a train wreck! I hope Nicole Kidman got a ton of money for that since it might set her career back a notch or two. I always say I like Hemingway but really only like two of his books so I'm not exactly a fan-boy.
The story is supposed to be about Hemingway and his relationship and eventual marriage (3rd or 4th, I lost count) to journalist Gellhorn. Things get all mixed up with the Spanish Civil War, only a tiny bit about WWII and in general made a mess of things.
I watched a little of the credits to see who did what and was disappointed to see a really good editor, Walter Murch, had worked on it. There were so many cheesy effects and scenes. Imagine Zelig and Forrest Gump sort of mashed together where these people are inserted into what I guess was documentary footage from the 30s etc. They move in and out of black and white to color and back again for no apparent reason. Add a few Dali-like scenes shot in the iris of the eye as a sort of odd POV shot and well, anyway... if you see this pop up free somewhere, Redbox etc., run, don't walk away.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Had to send a fax today. Remember those? I had to think for a minute to remember how to do it. I remember 1976 (might have been 1977) and my first fax machine. It was amazing.
At the time I was working with offices all over the world in many different time zones and communication was hard. I’d often stay late or get up really early to make phone calls.
The new fax – facsimile back then – was made by Qwip, at the time a subsidiary of Exxon I think (go figure) and it worked on the same principal as drum scanners. I’ve never been in the printing business but in the olden days (I guess) there were these big drum scanners that spun and allowed documents to be copied electronically.
Our little fax machine worked the same way. We wrapped the document face out around the drum, set the quality level for either 3 minutes (which was considered a fast fax but at lower quality) or 6 minutes (considered higher quality) then dialed the number and waited for a connection. After it made the sounds like modems used to do (any one remember modems and dial-up?) so you knew you were connected, you pressed another button and voila! Fax underway!
The only problem I remember was – maybe two problems – the machine had to be turned on overseas to receive and sometimes international connections weren’t always clean and noise or static could end the call and the fax might only make it half-way.
But it was still so much better than early morning or late night phone calls just to share information.
Isn’t (wasn’t) technology grand!
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Since Pres. Obama announced his executive action to stop deporting children (approx. 800,000) of illegal immigrants who meet certain criteria, and allow them work permits, there has been plenty of media discussion.
At first hearing I thought two things: yes, this is a political move to shore up support with Latinos and 2) it sounded OK on its face (albeit somewhat complex.)
How can you be against children (many who are now adults) that ended up here (illegally) through no fault or action of their own and likely have no “home” to go back to in another country?
My 3rd (really my first but I started counting at the wrong place) was: Really? We have plans to deport 800,000 people? I can’t imagine INS having the staff to be able to do that. But then I read that 1.2 million people were deported last year.
So someone has the staff and means to “remove” (Janet Napolitano’s word when discussing this last week) that many people. That’s a lot a taxpayer funded tickets back home too.
I’m not quite ready to take sides on this issue.
But I did read an interview that indicated that allowing these 800,000 to get work permits will only hurt many already un- (or under-) employed lower income folks with whom these “to-be” legal workers will be competing for jobs within an economy of already high (at least 7% or more almost anywhere) rate of unemployment.
All Obama is doing is nibbling around the edges because it is an election year. But this is NOT one of those elephants that you can (or should) eat one bite at a time. If you wonder about this just look at our tax code.
Our elected officials on both sides of the aisle need to step up and develop a comprehensive policy on immigration that takes into account the realities of the 21st century, our world-wide economy and why even with our high unemployment and anything else you might find wrong with our country, for some reason, many people still want to live here – so badly that they will spend thousands of dollars and risk their lives to get here.
I’m also asking myself the clichéd WWJD but that’s going to take a little more time.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Tried to look something up on a local TV station’s website today and found:
Entire top half of the page was commercial except for one video window with three stories.
URL does NOT contain the station’s call letters.
Was looking for staff information and had to drill down to find it and when I got there it was not up to date.
I have a friend and former co-worker who is a consultant mostly trying to help TV stations move (kicking and screaming) into the web world. I may pass his contact information along.
A few months ago I went to another local station’s website to look for a story and was confused by various words that were underlined indicating a link to other content. I recall how disappointed I was when every one of those “links” took me to a sponsored page and not more or related content to the page/story I was reading.
Not exactly sure what I’d call my source for local news but these are not likely to be the places.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
I did not follow his earlier trials or testimony closely but was interested in this particular part of it all: he is being tried or will be tried or was tried on whether he lied to Congress. Really? We've spent countless hours and who knows how many millions on that? Stick around to the end for my actual point - I'll get there eventually.
To some degree the Edwards trial falls in the same category - spending millions and countless on whether he misused and lied about misuse of campaign funds. This isn't about whether the sleaze-ball who ran for Prez. slept around on his cancer-stricken wife and that he came close to being one missed heartbeat away from the White House. It's just about money and rules about campaign financing. And most of the money being spent on Clemens and Edwards is probably ours.
Yet across the country a Vegas billionaire gives Romney $10 million. Some people don't seem to care. Not sure why but I was reminded of Oral Roberts back when he claimed he was going to die or be taken by God if he didn't raise some enormous amount of money. Then some guy who was (I think) into Greyhound racing, bailed him out. I digress but I am disappointed in Romney if he takes the guys' money. I don't think Mormons support gambling. Adelson admits he is pro-choice. Where do he and Romney agree exactly? I digress some more.
My initial theme and point here was supposed to be this. Clemens is in trouble because he may have lied to Congress. What are we supposed to do when Congress lies to us?
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Who from the late 60s/early70s doesn’t remember this seminal album?
My daughter got it for me (again, I had an original vinyl) on CD not too long ago. I still pop it into the car player occasionally.
So when I heard that Carole King was publishing a memoir, I put my name on the library’s hold list (sorry but I can’t remember the last time I bought an actual book.)
I got it a few weeks ago and just finished it last night.
I wish she had done it in two parts; kind of like the old 45s with a b-side.
I found myself really enjoying the early years – working in NY, writing hits for people like Aretha Franklin. Then of course the Tapestry, James Taylor et al years.
But when she moved into the 70s after Tapestry, I sort of lost interest. I kept reading, she kept writing and recording but much like I can only remember one song – Jazz Man – after her hugeness, the 2nd part of the book was not too memorable.
I did learn she has acted on Broadway, been married 4 times, did NOT have an affair with James Taylor, lived (and maybe still does) in Idaho as a sort of back-to-nature, mother-earthy kind of woman and get ready – she’s more than 70s years old!
I will say I did enjoy her Troubadour Concert with James Taylor and most of the original bandmates/sidemen on PBS last year.
So if you are waxing (get the vinyl record pun?) nostalgic, by all means get the book but if you are like me, just read up until Tapestry is out there.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Ron Shipman rented the former neighborhood grocery and conceived of
the little music room based on west coast rooms. Ron was busy painting the walls
black and screwing together antique sewing machine tables to be placed in front
of the narrow benches along the walls. (Dallas artist Tom Motley would create
some intriguing wall art and other mood setters. He later taught at Richland).
I’m not sure of the dimensions of the room, maybe twelve wide and
forty deep. As you faced the back, you saw a tiny restroom in left rear corner,
small kitchen center and right rear, with a window looking out into the room.
In the window squatted a magnificent, belching, smoking Espresso machine.
The place did not have booze originally, that came later, if at all. There were
pastries and maybe little sandwiches later on.
The stage was just in front of the kitchen area, right center to right
wall. Ceiling spot. (Note: not sure what Mr. Kelso means here.)
I learned of Shipman and his project most likely through Lu Mitchell
and Hermes Nye of the Dallas Folklore Society. (I was raised out by SMU but
was a NTSU student then). Shipman was of course the house primary, full time
singer, but ran an open mic stage most of the time with many unpaid regulars
(including me) as well as the occasional pro from out of town.
One story is that Ramblin’ Jack Elliot was booked one weekend but
didn’t show till Saturday as a horse threw him a few days previous. He drove in
from New Mexico with a leg in a cast! I recall an excellent young Latino guy
whose name I cannot remember, who not only gave us the beautiful Mexican
traditional pieces but also belted out Leadbelly! I’m searching for his name.
Interesting sidebar is that of Herta Marshall, a pert little red head sponsored in town by Nye. (1960?). She appeared at the Rubaiyat several weekends. Previously married to Will Geer, who played Grandpa of The Waltons TV fame, she sang and acted for decades and appeared as one of the elderly wives in the Cocoon movies. Last I spoke to her—in the ‘80s—she ran a Shakespeare rep company in the northern hills of Los Angeles at Topanga. Her Folkways album as Herta Marshall: To You With Love: American Folk Songs For Women (1957), is still available.
People should remember that the “Beat” era was still strong in 1959.
Coffee house culture and protocol demanded silence while singers performed or
poets read, real art hung on the walls, and we all dreamed of doing a Jack
Kerouac and splitting for Algiers. That era should not be confused with the later
anti-Nam and flower child years.
A dozen coffee houses and folk or jazz joints quickly opened up and down McKinney after Ronnie. The legendary 90th Floor jazz room, (I think older than the Rubaiyat), and The Poet. The 8th Day, with floor to ceiling art carved into the walls and run by bros. Steve and Stan Crooks, which later was sold and became strictly gay, The Interlude, owned by Hank Arnold, where great jazz flute man Jimmy Clay played and Sherry Riley read jazz poetry on Sunday afternoons. The street became a “strip” with funky clothes shops, art galleries and studios and a Beat bookstore. Shipman could be said to have kicked off the Dallas “movement,” which was short lived as the Viet Nam years changed the atmosphere.
Local police did try to infiltrate the “scene,” but were easily spotted, as they couldn’t speak the ever-changing lingo. Of course they looked for drugs but to my knowledge availability or use on the street was slight.
The Dallas Morning News railed against us but used our fads and language in their ads to sell ‘with it’ products. The DMN also had apoplexy when Pete Seeger appeared in concert at the old Knox street theatre and, despite its efforts and that of the Birchers, couldn’t get him canceled.
I left for grad school at Iowa U in the fall of 1961. The Poet closed as Smith pursued acting. When I returned to Dallas for visits in the ‘70s or early ‘80s, I played one gig at the new Rubaiyat and visited several times to catch Frummox and others. The newer group of singers seemed to regard me as a relic from the past. I suppose that was true.
To get to a close, a little praise for Ron Shipman (he and Lu Mitchell still appear at the Pocket Sandwich Theatre sometimes), now living in Allen, Texas. He was and is a fine singer, more eclectic than straight folk, accomplished at calypso, and a good songwriter. Theodore Bickel bought and recorded one about eternity. Ron ground no political axe and, in truth, never was a “Beat”. He was just serenely determined to proceed despite many telling him his little venue on McKinney would surely fail, or that our kind of music would never succeed in Texas"
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I will quickly show I know just enough (and maybe not even that much!) to be dangerously stupid but what are blogs for?
I was having lunch with a couple of friends and of course briefly we bemoaned the rising prices of gas.
My pet peeve has been what I call “self-fulfilling prophecy”; i.e. some speculator somewhere thinks gas might be higher in a few months or hears that a middle eastern dictator has a cold, then buys some sort of commodity derivative or something at a certain price and off we go. The media reports prices are going up and sure enough, drive by your friendly local station and the guy will be out there with a ladder, suction cups and numbers in hand, changing the price.
Made me wish for OPEC. I remember something about the days when OPEC were the bad guys, a group of Arab Sheiks who met in Switzerland or some such ritzy place to determine who was going to produce how much and for what price. Then I figured – surely they couldn’t have been setting prices for the world market but then …
“One of the most common misconceptions about OPEC is that the Organization is responsible for setting crude oil prices. Although OPEC did in fact set crude oil prices from the early 1970s to the mid-1980s, this is no longer the case. OPEC's Member Countries do voluntary restrain their crude oil production in order to stabilize the oil market and avoid harmful and unnecessary price fluctuations, but this is not the same thing as setting prices.” source OPEC
So who exactly DOES set the prices for Oil and indirectly gas?
Then I read this: “In today's complex global markets, the price of crude oil is set by movements on the three major international petroleum exchanges. They are the New York Mercantile Exchange (NYMEX, http://www.nymex.com), the International Petroleum Exchange in London (IPE, and the Singapore International Monetary Exchange (SIMEX, http://www.simex.com.sg). source OPEC
Please refer back to my earlier statement about a speculator. Wonder where those people go to work everyday?
Again my faulty memory of the bad OPEC days is that the Sheiks would meet, and because at the time the Saudis were the biggest and baddest OPEC dudes, they could call the shots, raise or lower their own production so the smaller guys wouldn’t get hurt too much and in general keep the flow of crude somewhat stable (because it benefited their own economies and countries) which had the effect of keeping gas prices somewhat stable.
Note I didn’t say low but think back to those earlier days when we started feeling the pinch. I do remember when gas went over a $1 a gallon. I remember when it broke $1.50. What I don’t remember are times when it was up a dime today, down a penny or two tomorrow and then back up a nickel again the next day. It seemed like there were longer periods of the same price and not the day-to-day volatility in the market. Buying gas now is like watching an auction on eBay!
Wonder who the OPEC members are? Algeria, Angola, Ecuador, Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, Libya, Nigeria, Qatar, Saudi Arabia (2nd largest known reserves of OPEC countries) United Arab Emirates, Venezuela (largest known reserves of any current OPEC country)
We used to complain that higher gas prices were just making a bunch of spoiled Saudi Princes richer and richer. That may still be true but who is really profiting by the rising prices? I found these folks on a list of the 20 most profitable U.S. companies:
#1 Exxon ($30.5 bil.), #3 Chevron #3 ($19 bil.), #16 Conoco/Phillips ($11.4 bil.) Two int’l cos. are Shell ($28.6 bil.) and BP (a measly $5.3 bil. in the year after the big spill)
Can you see where this is going?
The next little bit of research is to see who of these folks are paying taxes. I found an article where Exxon was whining to CNN about how they paid out more in taxes than they took in, in profit. But it turns out they were counting sales taxes collected at the pump as taxes they paid! So the 25-50 cents per gallon tax that you and I pay at the pump, Exxon was telling reporters THEY paid those taxes. All their stations did was collect them and pass them on. Those taxes were OUR nickels and dimes and DOLLARS, not Exxon’s. But in fairness I did find that Exxon paid about 29% of those profits as actual corporate income taxes – still below the 35% that our tax code requires (can you spell tax subsidy?)
All I set out to do here was find the bogeyman for the daily price rises at the gas pump. We can hate the Arabs all we want (and Chavez too) but it seems there are plenty of our own villains to go ‘round!
I don’t really understand the futures market. I sort of get that if I want to buy a share of Apple stock, I’d pay $532 today (give or take). What I don’t understand is that as a speculator I can presume Apple’s stock price might be $750 (they wish!) and then buy up options or futures based on that assumption. What I further don’t get is how this option purchase today can affect the stock price tomorrow or next month? Shouldn’t that be based more on performance, the long-term market for the products etc.?
Bottom line, low or high, gas is always going to be profitable. Oil companies weren’t going broke when I paid less than 30 cents a gallon back in college. In fact for many, those days were the hay-days of big oil in Texas.
Finally just read this: Obama is considering revoking some tax subsidies for oil companies because of the high prices at the pump. I’m no economist and I really don’t think any of them need subsidies but … taking them away will mean their operating costs go up – right? And if their costs go up, what will happen to the price of gas?
What goes around, comes around I guess.