Well, almost, that is. I am still waiting for the official certificate to arrive from Cambridge but I already know I have passed my CELTA (Certificate of English Language Teaching to Adults) Teacher Training Course and am quite happy with the result. I have finished the course itself and passed all of its components and have even been given a preliminary grade: a Pass B. Pass B is the second-to-best grade one can get after a Pass A, which only 2% of all participants ever get. I really wanted to get a Pass A and did my best, but for some very obvious and clear reasons I did not get it and agree I did not deserve to either.
The course itself was intense as well as intensive. It actually was a 4-week intensive course and was everything it promised to be. They had told me beforehand I would not have time for my private life but would be working 12 to 14 hours a day including weekends and they were right. I had initially thought I would be able to do it in less time because of my work experience but - even though I did not spend as much time on many things as others did - it was still heavier than expected. Which is obviously one of the reasons I have been relatively incommunicado for the last couple of weeks and I apologise to anyone I may have a) forgotten, b)harmed,
c) neglected or d) all of the above during this time, most of all Olaf of course.
A good indication of how intense it was is illustrated by the fact that I tended to wake up several times a night believing I was in a classroom without students, unable to find my elaborate lesson plan or simply unable to answer a question one of the students asked me. I am usually quite a sound sleeper and never wake up during the night, nor do I usually remember my dreams.
Intense though it may have been, I am very glad I decided to take this course. Though I did start off feeling much more comfortable in front of a class, with an excellent knowledge of grammar and some quite clear ideas about effective ways of managing a classroom, I found out I still had a lot to learn. It was very interesting to study some teaching methods I had not studied before and very useful to work on my classroom management skills. The course did not include a final examination but we were continually observed during the four weeks the course lasted. The regular feedback we received on the classes we taught, the observations we did and our participation in class were all particularly useful and I have the greatest of respect for the four teacher trainers that guided us through this process. Though most of it was not exactly difficult but did take a lot of effort, I have most definitely learnt a lot and am much more aware of the areas I still need to work on and how to avoid a number of 'traps' or difficult situations I used to walk right into and did not know how to prevent or avoid.
It is strange how being thrown together can also create bonds between people who did not know each other beforehand in a very short time. There were 15 of us trainee teachers and we were divided into 3 subgroups of 5 people we shared the groups we taught with. I really liked the other 4 people in my group and there was a very positive, supporting, constructively critical atmosphere all over. Most of the participants went their separate ways after the course, either back to their country of origin or on to greener pastures to try and find jobs as English teachers, but I was fortunate enough to meet some people who were actually staying in Berlin. My social life is Berlin is not that extensive yet and I welcome these new additions wholeheartedly. Bring on the good times!!
The first week after I finished my CELTA I got to do a lot of holiday substitutions, as well as to start up my own courses again, which meant I did not really get the time to relax and get up to speed again. I really enjoyed Lisa's visit last weekend, but that also meant important things such as updating this blog had to wait for just a little bit longer. This week is somewhat better though and I finally feel like I can breathe again - although I do fear a virus that has been lingering in my body has decided to take advantage of this situation to finally make me suffer a little bit. Oh well, I am just glad it did not do so any earlier.
We're going to Bavaria next week to tour the region for a couple of days and end up for a taste of the famous Oktoberfest with Jen, Massimo, Kate, Flora, Shruti, Gianni, Jules and some more Milan/Sardegna friends. I can't wait!!!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Brothers & Sisters
Instead of relating all about my trips to Prague, which was awesome - for pictures click here, and Milan, which was delightfully nostalgic and relaxed, visits by Marike, Gerry, Maartje & Edin, Sebas & Lieke, unexpected heat, a surprising number of courses to substitute for and thereby being quite fortunate in the money department this, I would like to address something different. Do not get me wrong, it has all been great and I am enjoying myself remarkably well.
However, I want to tell you guys about my new favourite TV series. It is an American once-a-week soap opera about, you have guessed it, a large number of siblings and their respective and intertwined life. In principle, it is nothing special and the storylines are not that particularly well-thought out, but the quality of the actors makes up for a lot. The show stars big names like Sally Field, Calista Flockhart (Ally McBeal), Rob Lowe and Rachel Griffiths, as well as a number of lesser-known actors, most of whom are quite talented and succeed in making their characters very believable and interesting due to their way of portraying them.
It is not the series itself that I would like to discuss, however, but more the effect that two of the current storylines (we are now watching season 4) are having on me, one of them raking up painful memories and the other one putting a future desire into perspective, both of them providing ample food for thought.
At the moment, Kitty, the character portrayed by Calista Flockhart, has just been diagnosed with lymphoma, a form of cancer and has started chemotherapy. The way her family reacts to her disease and suffering, as well as the emphasis on care and the importance of having a support system, rather than focusing on her treatments, has been making me think of people I have lost to this disease in the past. Both my maternal grandparents, my niece Anna, my aunt (Anna's mother) and my father's second wife, all people who were very important to me at different stages in my early life, have succumbed to different variants of this same disease.
The ones that I remember most poignantly are my niece, who died at age five after a sickbed of about three years, and Marlu, my stepmother. The impression that the death of a little girl so young and so innocent made on me as an adolescent is hard to describe. The things that I remember most about her are her smile, her preference for anything pink and princess-like and her obsession with having long hair, which, due to her treatments, almost remained a dream to her. The other thing I still remember with awe, is how much effort was put into her continuing at school while ill and how her illness was integrated in the daily life of her class. There did not seem to be any secrets withheld from these 4-to-5-year-olds who were thereby exposed to the gripping reality of illness and eventual death at a much earlier age than some might deem appropriate. Those same children, even though 8 or so years have passed, seem to have been lastingly influenced by that experience and when they recently did a project on dealing with goodbyes, grief and loss, one of the girls chose to write a poem about Anna, which was forwarded to me by my mother. The poem is in Dutch and I hope the author will not mind my reproducing it here.
"Ik mis Anna, Anna van het Hekke
Jij kreeg kanker en je was heel erg ziek
Ik mis jouw lach, waar iedereen vrolijk van werd
Ik mis Anna, Anna van het Hekke
Ik denk aan jou en je prinsessenjurk
Het geeft troost als ik denk dat je een ster bent
En ik jou zie als die ster
Ik mis Anna, Anna van het Hekke
Jij kreeg kanker en je was heel erg ziek"
(written by Iris de Groot)
My stepmother Marlu, who I was very close to, and loved very much, died when I was 24 after many years of suffering. As a young adult, I was much more acutely aware of her people's perspectives on her disease, including her own, the politics of how to address this difficult situation, choices to make as to how much it should change and affect other people and coming to terms with the inevitability of how it would end as that became gradually more and more clear. One of the topics she was always very adamant about was the importance of life continuing and the other members of her family and her friends not making to many allowances on her account. There were obviously things that were no longer possible and she required a certain amount of care, but no more attention was to be given to her illness than necessary. It was occasionally alluded to and given a place as a freely discussable topic but were not permitted to make any important changes in our lives to accommodate her. Life went on as it had, with family dinners, laughter and everybody doing their share of the work, according to roles we had over the years developed and she very much remained the devoted mother and reliable confidante she had always been. They managed to make it into such a normal topic as much as life, love, school and work that I think they spared us children a lot of the fear, anger and pain they must have been feeling. The topic had been so well integrated in our lives that when the end eventually came, it was so unexpected as to dramatically increase my shock at her to my eyes sudden demise.
In Brothers & Sisters, Kitty expresses exactly the same wish, or rather command, the her loved ones should alter the course of the lives too much for her. Her disease has to be dealt with, discussed, treated, debated, but in no way should it be given more attention than it deserve or come to supersede any of the other concerns. Though I have dealt with my own personal loss of my family members and believe I have found closure, watching this storyline as it develops touches me much more than I thought it would. The very well-though out and well-performed scenes make me smile and cry with remembrance almost at the same time.
Although it is not uncommon for me to be emotionally affected by a good film, book or TV series, the effects of this storyline linger in my mind and are taking me back - in a good way. They are making me relive some episodes of my own life which I have not given enough thought to and deserve to be relived every now and then. I occasionally think of my lost loved ones, I remember them on their birthdays, when I encounter pictures of them, find myself in situations or with people that remind me of them in character or appearance and do, as all do, reminisce about the past - but though I hope they are happy life has gone on and I still remember them, it sometimes shames me to think of how little attention I really devote to them. I am not saying I believe we should dwell on the past too much and make it loom over the present like a dark cloud, I have come to respect to importance of memories and not locking the past away in a back closet of my mind. Even if those memories are not always particularly happy, they are a part of who I am and how my life has me who I am today and are therefore worth remembering, of course besides the obvious facts that these people should not be forgotten merely because they are no longer alive.
The other storyline which I referred to at the beginning of this post, is of a completely different nature. Perhaps one of the reasons I appreciate this show this much is because it brings me both reflection on past grief and a necessary reliving of sad and difficult moments, it also distinctly makes me think about the future. Kevin and Scotty are a gay couple who are married, or rather have a domestic partnership which they refer as a marriage due to the current legal system in California, and are in the process of having a baby through surrogacy. Having children is also very much something that is and has for some time been on my mind and Olaf and I are planning to have children through surrogacy in the future as well. The arguments Kevin and Scotty have, the choices they have to make, the selection of a surrogate mother, the finding of an egg donor, the impact a child will have on their lives and everything else that is part of becoming a parent and/or going through surrogacy, it is helping me shape some opinions on matters that I had either not thought about or had not given enough thought to. Watching their story develop and analysing and criticising the decisions they make, is making me feel more confident in our future and the choices I would like to make. I believe both Olaf and I are learning a lot and it is definitely providing us with topics for discussion and a chance to compare and discuss our own ideas about having children. This moment is still some years in the future for us, but it does not hurt to prepare well, now does it?
In summary, both these storylines are having large, yet widely different, effects on me. I am very glad to have been suggested this series and hope to continue enjoying it. As these effects are very personal, I will refrain from making any general recommendations, but will say it is perfectly watchable and entertaining, possibly better than average. In other words, I am hooked!!
However, I want to tell you guys about my new favourite TV series. It is an American once-a-week soap opera about, you have guessed it, a large number of siblings and their respective and intertwined life. In principle, it is nothing special and the storylines are not that particularly well-thought out, but the quality of the actors makes up for a lot. The show stars big names like Sally Field, Calista Flockhart (Ally McBeal), Rob Lowe and Rachel Griffiths, as well as a number of lesser-known actors, most of whom are quite talented and succeed in making their characters very believable and interesting due to their way of portraying them.
It is not the series itself that I would like to discuss, however, but more the effect that two of the current storylines (we are now watching season 4) are having on me, one of them raking up painful memories and the other one putting a future desire into perspective, both of them providing ample food for thought.
At the moment, Kitty, the character portrayed by Calista Flockhart, has just been diagnosed with lymphoma, a form of cancer and has started chemotherapy. The way her family reacts to her disease and suffering, as well as the emphasis on care and the importance of having a support system, rather than focusing on her treatments, has been making me think of people I have lost to this disease in the past. Both my maternal grandparents, my niece Anna, my aunt (Anna's mother) and my father's second wife, all people who were very important to me at different stages in my early life, have succumbed to different variants of this same disease.
The ones that I remember most poignantly are my niece, who died at age five after a sickbed of about three years, and Marlu, my stepmother. The impression that the death of a little girl so young and so innocent made on me as an adolescent is hard to describe. The things that I remember most about her are her smile, her preference for anything pink and princess-like and her obsession with having long hair, which, due to her treatments, almost remained a dream to her. The other thing I still remember with awe, is how much effort was put into her continuing at school while ill and how her illness was integrated in the daily life of her class. There did not seem to be any secrets withheld from these 4-to-5-year-olds who were thereby exposed to the gripping reality of illness and eventual death at a much earlier age than some might deem appropriate. Those same children, even though 8 or so years have passed, seem to have been lastingly influenced by that experience and when they recently did a project on dealing with goodbyes, grief and loss, one of the girls chose to write a poem about Anna, which was forwarded to me by my mother. The poem is in Dutch and I hope the author will not mind my reproducing it here.
"Ik mis Anna, Anna van het Hekke
Jij kreeg kanker en je was heel erg ziek
Ik mis jouw lach, waar iedereen vrolijk van werd
Ik mis Anna, Anna van het Hekke
Ik denk aan jou en je prinsessenjurk
Het geeft troost als ik denk dat je een ster bent
En ik jou zie als die ster
Ik mis Anna, Anna van het Hekke
Jij kreeg kanker en je was heel erg ziek"
(written by Iris de Groot)
My stepmother Marlu, who I was very close to, and loved very much, died when I was 24 after many years of suffering. As a young adult, I was much more acutely aware of her people's perspectives on her disease, including her own, the politics of how to address this difficult situation, choices to make as to how much it should change and affect other people and coming to terms with the inevitability of how it would end as that became gradually more and more clear. One of the topics she was always very adamant about was the importance of life continuing and the other members of her family and her friends not making to many allowances on her account. There were obviously things that were no longer possible and she required a certain amount of care, but no more attention was to be given to her illness than necessary. It was occasionally alluded to and given a place as a freely discussable topic but were not permitted to make any important changes in our lives to accommodate her. Life went on as it had, with family dinners, laughter and everybody doing their share of the work, according to roles we had over the years developed and she very much remained the devoted mother and reliable confidante she had always been. They managed to make it into such a normal topic as much as life, love, school and work that I think they spared us children a lot of the fear, anger and pain they must have been feeling. The topic had been so well integrated in our lives that when the end eventually came, it was so unexpected as to dramatically increase my shock at her to my eyes sudden demise.
In Brothers & Sisters, Kitty expresses exactly the same wish, or rather command, the her loved ones should alter the course of the lives too much for her. Her disease has to be dealt with, discussed, treated, debated, but in no way should it be given more attention than it deserve or come to supersede any of the other concerns. Though I have dealt with my own personal loss of my family members and believe I have found closure, watching this storyline as it develops touches me much more than I thought it would. The very well-though out and well-performed scenes make me smile and cry with remembrance almost at the same time.
Although it is not uncommon for me to be emotionally affected by a good film, book or TV series, the effects of this storyline linger in my mind and are taking me back - in a good way. They are making me relive some episodes of my own life which I have not given enough thought to and deserve to be relived every now and then. I occasionally think of my lost loved ones, I remember them on their birthdays, when I encounter pictures of them, find myself in situations or with people that remind me of them in character or appearance and do, as all do, reminisce about the past - but though I hope they are happy life has gone on and I still remember them, it sometimes shames me to think of how little attention I really devote to them. I am not saying I believe we should dwell on the past too much and make it loom over the present like a dark cloud, I have come to respect to importance of memories and not locking the past away in a back closet of my mind. Even if those memories are not always particularly happy, they are a part of who I am and how my life has me who I am today and are therefore worth remembering, of course besides the obvious facts that these people should not be forgotten merely because they are no longer alive.
The other storyline which I referred to at the beginning of this post, is of a completely different nature. Perhaps one of the reasons I appreciate this show this much is because it brings me both reflection on past grief and a necessary reliving of sad and difficult moments, it also distinctly makes me think about the future. Kevin and Scotty are a gay couple who are married, or rather have a domestic partnership which they refer as a marriage due to the current legal system in California, and are in the process of having a baby through surrogacy. Having children is also very much something that is and has for some time been on my mind and Olaf and I are planning to have children through surrogacy in the future as well. The arguments Kevin and Scotty have, the choices they have to make, the selection of a surrogate mother, the finding of an egg donor, the impact a child will have on their lives and everything else that is part of becoming a parent and/or going through surrogacy, it is helping me shape some opinions on matters that I had either not thought about or had not given enough thought to. Watching their story develop and analysing and criticising the decisions they make, is making me feel more confident in our future and the choices I would like to make. I believe both Olaf and I are learning a lot and it is definitely providing us with topics for discussion and a chance to compare and discuss our own ideas about having children. This moment is still some years in the future for us, but it does not hurt to prepare well, now does it?
In summary, both these storylines are having large, yet widely different, effects on me. I am very glad to have been suggested this series and hope to continue enjoying it. As these effects are very personal, I will refrain from making any general recommendations, but will say it is perfectly watchable and entertaining, possibly better than average. In other words, I am hooked!!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Bart & Tineke's wedding
The last big thing I need to tell you guys about is the wedding we went to last week. We were honoured to be of the party when Bart promised eternal love and devotion to his amazing Tineke. He could not have a chosen a more beautiful spouse and they both looked brilliant. The got married in a beautiful chamber at the old city hall in The Hague and after that we were swiftly transported by tour bus to a beach club near Scheveningen for the reception and the party. Here are some of the pictures we took of the event:
The bride and groom
Joost and Kim, who are to be wed in August, were nice enough to let us stay
The happy couple about to drive off into the sunset in Bart's personally done up VW beetle cabrio. Quite literally into the sunset, actually, as they are going to be cruising through Italy, the land of sunset, for their honeymoon
After a while, the bride started to announce the less formal part of the wedding, i.e. the party, by messing up her groom's hair
Olaf tried to make a pass at the groom
And I tried to take steal some of the bride's brilliance
But in the end we had to admit they looked too perfect together and we decided to content ourselves with each other
We had taken an extremely early morning flight in and had some time to visit The Hague before the wedding. And where did we accidentally end up? At the gay pride, obviously!
The bride and groom
Joost and Kim, who are to be wed in August, were nice enough to let us stay
The happy couple about to drive off into the sunset in Bart's personally done up VW beetle cabrio. Quite literally into the sunset, actually, as they are going to be cruising through Italy, the land of sunset, for their honeymoon
After a while, the bride started to announce the less formal part of the wedding, i.e. the party, by messing up her groom's hair
Olaf tried to make a pass at the groom
And I tried to take steal some of the bride's brilliance
But in the end we had to admit they looked too perfect together and we decided to content ourselves with each other
We had taken an extremely early morning flight in and had some time to visit The Hague before the wedding. And where did we accidentally end up? At the gay pride, obviously!
I have now brought you up-to-date of all the great things that have been happening in my life. I have got some more work on as well, which is not bad at all. The one thing I have to get used to is having to start teaching at 7.30am on two consecutive days, which seems to be a lot for my body to be able to cope with and I have not been sleeping well since that started. Oh well, as soon as I get into a rhythm it will be fine.
The sun is out and the temperature has suddenly gone up a bit. It is now 25-30 degrees C on a daily basis and I am actually started to get a summery feeling. No doubt that will all change again very soon, what with the fickle Berlin weather, but one must look at the bright side of life. I did all my summer shopping today and have decided not to wear anything but linen trousers and summer shirts until September, come rain or come shine. Olaf has left for a series of conferences and I have basically got the rest of this month to myself. I am planning to relax, get a tan and work on my social life.
And cycling back through Tiergarten park around noon, looking at all the unemployed Germans showing off their perfect bodies (for unemployed people have far too much time on their hands and all go the gym all day), with my summer playlist at maximum volume on my MP3 player (Taio Cruz' 'Break your Heart', Owl City's 'Fireflies' and Train's 'Hey Soul Sister' stand out this year), I realised I am quite content...
The sun is out and the temperature has suddenly gone up a bit. It is now 25-30 degrees C on a daily basis and I am actually started to get a summery feeling. No doubt that will all change again very soon, what with the fickle Berlin weather, but one must look at the bright side of life. I did all my summer shopping today and have decided not to wear anything but linen trousers and summer shirts until September, come rain or come shine. Olaf has left for a series of conferences and I have basically got the rest of this month to myself. I am planning to relax, get a tan and work on my social life.
And cycling back through Tiergarten park around noon, looking at all the unemployed Germans showing off their perfect bodies (for unemployed people have far too much time on their hands and all go the gym all day), with my summer playlist at maximum volume on my MP3 player (Taio Cruz' 'Break your Heart', Owl City's 'Fireflies' and Train's 'Hey Soul Sister' stand out this year), I realised I am quite content...
Max!
I am an uncle again! My sister-in-law Jolien gave birth to another healthy baby boy on 2nd June. His name is Max and he weighed almost 5,5 kgs. That must have been like giving birth to a Ming vase, my father told me I weighed less than half that when I was born! Here are some pictures of when we visited them on our way back from Dalen:
Little Max with his proud uncle
Max's older brother Neo, who was actually wearing a t-shirt saying 'big brother' in Dutch
The loving parents and their new offspring
Part of being an uncle who lives far away is making sure you always bring lots of presents when you come by for a visit to make sure your nephews and nieces don't forget you. We really hit home this time with a plastic piano which also produced animal sounds. Unfortunately, Neo associated this cow - everything he likes is called 'cow' - more with Olaf than with me
One for in the picture book about early his childhood 'My first meeting with my wacky uncles from Berlin'
Little Max with his proud uncle
Max's older brother Neo, who was actually wearing a t-shirt saying 'big brother' in Dutch
The loving parents and their new offspring
Part of being an uncle who lives far away is making sure you always bring lots of presents when you come by for a visit to make sure your nephews and nieces don't forget you. We really hit home this time with a plastic piano which also produced animal sounds. Unfortunately, Neo associated this cow - everything he likes is called 'cow' - more with Olaf than with me
One for in the picture book about early his childhood 'My first meeting with my wacky uncles from Berlin'
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Our wedding party
Our wedding party. Where to begin? It was awesome. The weather was amazing, we were so lucky to have planned our party for the first sunny weekend of the year. The garden was beautiful, the guests gorgeous and even the preparations were already so much fun. I could not stop smiling the whole evening, because I simply could not get over how awesome it was to see so many friends and family members again and to be able to celebrate with them all. Thank you all for being there and making this night a night to remember. A proper photo album will be made at some point once I have collected everybody's photos, but here are just a few to give an impression of the night, the people and the atmosphere. For more pictures click here and here.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Dresden with Nicole and Pieter
The weekend before we went to The Netherlands to celebrate our awesome wedding party, we finally made it to Dresden. We had been wanting to do some exploring around Berlin but somehow we have not managed to do much. Besides Lutherstadt Wittenberg and now Dresden, we are still nitwits as it comes to sights outside of the capital. Let us hope this great experience will spark many more similar outings! We had a lot of fun and enjoyed some lovely weather. Oh, and we drank too much, naturally. Check out the pictures:
Dresden's rebuilt Frauenkirche, a symbol of the city which was completely destroyed in WWII. I am not so sure they should have rebuilt the whole thing from scratch. It is very new and shiny and obviously fake right now...
The first of many hilarious photoshoots
What a lovely couple they are!
What a decent, bourgeois, married couple we are!
The Hofkirche
One of the walls of the Schloss (palace)
Another part of the Schloss
The Zwinger, a beautiful baroque complex somehow called 'prison'
The 'terrace of Europe', elevated 14 meters above the Elbe and affords nice views of the Neustadt on the other side and is quite picturesque itself
At the end of the first day of sightseeing, we men felt we had deserved some beers, and Nicole felt she had deserved a lady beer
The inside of the Schloss, all the details pretending to be caryatids, columns and irregular bricks are all painted on. That style was apparently popular in the 1800s and reminded me of Portofino.
Pieter has had enough of me
"Pose for me, darlings". Olaf's favourite phrase.
On top of the Schloss with the Frauenkirche in the distance
The view without the models
Just the two us
On our way back we paid a quick visit to Schloss Pillnitz in the Elbe valley
Clay SuperKitty to the rescue!
Dresden's rebuilt Frauenkirche, a symbol of the city which was completely destroyed in WWII. I am not so sure they should have rebuilt the whole thing from scratch. It is very new and shiny and obviously fake right now...
The first of many hilarious photoshoots
What a lovely couple they are!
What a decent, bourgeois, married couple we are!
The Hofkirche
One of the walls of the Schloss (palace)
Another part of the Schloss
The Zwinger, a beautiful baroque complex somehow called 'prison'
The 'terrace of Europe', elevated 14 meters above the Elbe and affords nice views of the Neustadt on the other side and is quite picturesque itself
At the end of the first day of sightseeing, we men felt we had deserved some beers, and Nicole felt she had deserved a lady beer
The inside of the Schloss, all the details pretending to be caryatids, columns and irregular bricks are all painted on. That style was apparently popular in the 1800s and reminded me of Portofino.
Pieter has had enough of me
"Pose for me, darlings". Olaf's favourite phrase.
On top of the Schloss with the Frauenkirche in the distance
The view without the models
Just the two us
On our way back we paid a quick visit to Schloss Pillnitz in the Elbe valley
Clay SuperKitty to the rescue!
Apart from all the architecture, the beer, the food and the history, we also managed to catch the Eurovision Song Contest finale in one of the local gay bars. When Germany won, we expected massive dancing in the streets but were disappointed. Even the Germans at the bar did not care that much. I do believe we were the happiest people in Dresden at that point, and we were already quite sarcastic about it!
Oh, and we say a cherry pit with 185 faces carved into it. Talk about useless!!
Oh, and we say a cherry pit with 185 faces carved into it. Talk about useless!!
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