I have updated my local source control and build system to use git. In the previous Colophon page, you'd see the svn revision of the source used to create the program that creates this web site. Now you see the git commit hash. Isn't that great? Also I can now have more than one entry on a given day. #
I arrive in Lihue about 3 PM without any incident. The airports here are mostly outdoors, which is odd. I get the rental car and drive all the way north to the end of the road. I head back to Hanalei to get to where I'm staying for the night, The Hanalei Inn. It is perfect. I can tell it's going to be laid back, because the door was open with the key sitting on the nightstand. The A/C is running, and has that terrible swampy smell of window A/C. I turn it off and crack a window.
I get into my bathing suit and head to Hanalei beach about 2 blocks away. I jump in for a little bit. It's not too hot out (about 75 to 80 degrees) and the water is refreshing. The sand is really nice and soft. The surf is strong, but fun. The clouds are over the mountains and the sea, as they are for most of the rest of the trip, except when it rains.
It's strange but I get 3G service nearly everywhere here. For some reason I thought I was going to be in the middle of nowhere. I decide to send a snapshot of the beach to Facebook without comment.
I decide to see if I can stay another day at the Inn. I hadn't gotten a county camping permit before I left and the government office was not open on Sunday. They are also all the way back in Lihue (about an hour in traffic). The inn let me know that I could stay another night. This will give me more time to get settled and oriented.
The room has a small kitchen, so I get some food for breakfast and dinner for the week at the grocery. It's dark out now, so I take a bottle of beer to the beach. There's lots of beautiful stars everywhere. I can see the Milky Way.
I woke up at 7:30, just about sunrise. I made a lazy breakfast and got on the road to get the camping permit. There was quite a bit of traffic to get back to Lihue, especially in Kapa'a. It was Monday morning, I guess.
You can only get county (and state) camping permits in Lihue. It's cash only. You also have to pick exact dates for county campsites. I asked, and they don't have a weekly pass. So I picked 2 nights each at 3 different campgrounds. The woman at the counter said they'd probably be lenient if I had a permit for a different campground. It's only $3 a night! My plan is to head from the north coast down to the west over 6 days.
I needed propane for my stove, so after this I went from WalMart (they had no propane) to Kmart. I also got a small soft collapsable cooler for my beer, eggs, coffee, tortillas, pasta sauce, and salsa.
I get back to the hotel and make some snacks for lunch to bring to the beach. Peanut butter sandwiches and an apple. You slice up the apple and put them in the sandwich when you're ready to eat. It's great tasting. It's my staple for midday meals for the week.
While getting the damn tags off of the soft cooler, I jab my left hand with my knife, right where my index finger meets my palm. I immediately feel like I'm going to regret that for the rest of the trip. The injury wasn't too bad in hindsight, although I can still feel it when I make a fist now.
That afternoon I finally see the propeietor of the hotel. He says it was raining 6 to 4 inches an hour just the day before I got there. They had had some campers staying there who didn't want to deal with the deluge. I start to feel worried about camping.
So I go to the beach. I jump in for awhile and body surf. It's so much fun. While I'm drying off, I see a woman jogging on the beach so I decide to run it myself. I ran from the middle to the west end, back past the middle, to the pier and back. It felt great. I read it may be a 4 mile run or so. When I get back to my spot, I cool off with some more body surfing.
I wind up talking with two Canadians sitting on the beach, they may be father and daughter. We talk politics, mortgages and more. They had been there a few days and told me about all the rain that had been happening recently. I guess the two days I've been here have been the only sunny days since. Their friend had been stranded in Hanalei, since the road was flooded over.
The woman, a tall thin pretty woman, had just come from a trip in New Zealand. Man, you gotta love vacation times in other countries. She said she had tried hiking that day (and the day before). But she couldn't since the trails were closed after the rain. She mentioned about 6 inches of mud on a 3000 foot cliff. I'm not sure if I'd want to do that either.
Nevertheless my plan is to get up early to see if I can make the long hike up on the Na Pali coast. If not I'll just sit on the beach again. Decisions, decisions.
For some reason I find myself watching TV before I go to bed again. I sure won't be able to do that while camping on the beach. While listening to the radio on the car and watching TV today, it occurs to me yet again how grating, horrible, and annoying advertising really is. There's a freaking commercial where they are giving fast food taste tests to people who have never had it. They are all dressed in typical native clothing. Ugh. All I can guess is that people become attenuated to it. I have no idea how we got here it has to end. #
I got up this morning and it was raining. This didn't give me high hopes for camping over the next 6 days.
I drove up to my first camp site, Ha'ena Beach, and immediately met a couple of beach bums. One told me he had been in the Navy and immediately asked me if I wanted any herb. The other guy (both in their 40s or 50s) showed me the shells he found on the beach that AM and some necklaces he had made as well. Apparently with some shells you can get $60 for a film canister's worth. The problem is that the shells are about a quarter the size of a peppercorn, basically big pieces of sand.
I walked around to get a feel for the place to see if I wanted to stay there. There were no tents here at the time, except for one on the beach. I asked the lifeguard if you could camp anywhere, and he answered only on the grass. After his tone, I didn't ask about the tent right there on the beach.
I left to get some more supplies in Hanalei (only 15 minutes away), and I returned to set up camp about 11:30 AM. By then there was already another tent set up. It wasn't raining when I started setting up my tent, but it was pouring for a bit after I started. This also disappointed me. It stopped soon thereafter. This is pretty much how the rain for the rest of the week went.
After setting up, I decided to just do beach hiking for the day. I started by hiking east towards Hanalei (and past Tunnels Beach). This beach is coarser with many more shells. There were lots of people snorkeling at Tunnels Beach. Next time I go to Kaua'i, I'm definitely going to snorkel.
So I return to check on camp. More tents have arrived, with more locals. So I then I hike the opposite direction towards Ke'e beach. This is the end of the road. Here there are still more reefs. There's a great reef lined pool to swim in here, with lots of people snorkeling too. I hang out a bit to watch people and the surf. I talk to some mud caked folks who had just hiked to Hanakapi'ai Falls, and decide I'm definitely going to do it the next day.
So I hike back to camp before dusk, and I make my first camp dinner. Not bad! It's an old staple of mine: pasta and sauce.
After dinner, I meet a nice family who are just setting up camp as I finish dinner. I'm not sure of their relationship until after sitting and talking with them. It's Claire and 2 of her children: hippie dread-locked Peter and cute Alice. They are from Sebastapol. We talk about all sorts of things. It surprised me how young they are (18 and 13). I thought they were 5 years older! I clearly know nothing about teenagers anymore, I see and know so few. #
I got up early to do a long hike to Hanakapi'ai Falls. This is an all day hike. It starts on coastal cliffs from Ke'e beach. You hike in and out of each little valley stream. It's muddy with slick rocks.
Once I got to the beach, it was drizzly. I met 3 people who had camped there that night. Eve and Carrie, who had just camped one night, and a dude hiking further in. The beach was rough surf; I wasn't going to jump in, much to my over-heated self's dismay. There were some caves here too, which I looked in but didn't go in since the surf was creeping closer and closer.
The hike to the falls was basically very junglely. It was what one of my books called an unmaintained trail. This basically means sometimes you have to guess where to go. This is simple in this case, since your only goal is upstream.
I could see grasses and leaves and such wrapped around branches at about my head level for most of the hike up. I assume this is due to the heavy rains from the week before. Whenever I crossed the stream, I could generally hop across or even step into the water if it wasn't over my boots. The trail was tough. It was narrow and mostly over slick wet rocks uphill the entire way.
There were a few awesome bamboo groves on the way up. The trunks were about 6 to 8 inches in diameter. They also were growing really close to each other. When there was a breeze, the entire grove would sway and creak. For some reason lots of people had carved things into the bamboo. I have no idea why people do this. I can't imagine having the hubris to write my name on something natural in the middle of such beauty.
I found some cool Starfish Stinkhorn mushrooms at one of these groves. Most that I saw have 6 points at the top, which are each forked. This part is bright red (at first I thought it was a flower) and the stalk is white. This all pops out of a small brown ball that is split open. So cool.
The falls were a great payoff for the work of the hike. It's like a auditorium time has cut out of the stone. It falls a beautiful long way as well. There are lots of ferns growing there just as you'd expect, and there's a nice wind from the falling water.
As I hiked back, I was wiped out. It was hot; I was sweaty. I saw lots of other people headed to what I assumed was just the beach, since they had small water bottles and no boots, sometimes just flip flops. I thought they'd be much more tired than I when they headed back.
I cooled off with a nice swim at Hanalei beach. Ha'ena Beach is a little too rough to just jump in. I get back to camp for early dinner. After this I go over the the Christmas Eve campfire the locals have set up. I bring some beer to share, and I wind up hanging out for a couple of hours.
I introduce myself, saying I'm from San Francisco. The cute woman I've seen in this crowd says she's from the Excelsior part of the Mission in San Francisco. It's always odd when I'm not in San Francisco, and people ask where I'm from. I always think "Chicago", and then I have to catch myself to say San Francisco. Where you're from depends on where you are.
The cute girl is with a guy who is talking about getting her pregnant. He's joking that soon she won't be drinking beer anymore. All the while he's playing her ukelele and I can't recall what he did, but she asked him to stop and he smacked her on the shoulder with the back of the ukelele. While sitting there, I soon learn that she sells pot out of her ukelele case. Sure seems like a sound relationship.
Once it gets dark, a big Hawaiian guy shows up with his girlfriend. These two were memorable. He's probably 6'6" with lots of long hair. He has a guitar that isn't as big as a guitar, but not as small as a ukelele. He also has a small Pomeranian. He sits and plays ukelele and sings with the cute pot dealing girl. I'm not sure what the songs were, but they sounded quite good together. All the time he's playing, the Pomeranian is slung over his left arm, happily just sitting there as he plays. Such a funny image, I wish I had taken a picture, but I knew I wouldn't have made any friends if I had. Soon he stops, stand up, and says he has to get some poi and walks off. His girlfriend is blonde wearing a crown made of fern fronds. She seems somewhat clueless when she asks the burly gnome like probably homeless, shell collecting dude making rice and beans on the campfire if he eats rice and beans often.
While all of this is happening, another Hawaiian guy arrives who had just gotten off of work (he appears to be a house painter). He knows everyone and is really friendly. He even introduces himself to me, unfortuntately I can't rememeber his name now. He makes all sorts of jokes and makes everyone smile. Twice I noticed him quietly and with concern ask the cute pot dealer girl "Why are you here?" to which her only response is I don't know. It wasn't clear to me if the inflection in her response was amused or worried. When I try to remember now, I can hear it either way.
I would up crashing early, about 8 because of the hike and the beer. It rained off and on during the night, so I slept just OK.
After I woke up and made breakfast, I met Eve and Carrie again. I had met them on the falls hike the day before. They had shown up at Haena Beach sometime in the evening, and were camping right near me without me knowing. I already had eaten my standard scrambled eggs, but we got breakfast smoothies from the truck that is always in the beach parking lot. We then sat on the beach, watching the surf, seeing rainbows, and even barely seeing a sea turtle for a brief moment. We talked about where our families were on Christmas, and what we did for work, and where we were going. We packed up camp at the same time, and said our goodbyes. It's a shame I didn't get to know them better; I really liked them for the 2 hours I hung out with them.
I headed to Anini Beach and set up my camp. It was about 20 yards from the water. The beach here is so much calmer. There's a large reef quite far out protecting it from the crashing waves. I was also now camping under some trees instead of the wide open. All in all, it was much better camping than Haena Beach.
All I did all day was walk one way on the beach, and then back to the other end. It was rainy off and on. I jumped in a few times. There were quite a few people snorkeling at this beach.
Later in the eveing, Claire, Peter, and Alice arrive. I had seen their tents not to far from where I set mine up. We chatted about our adventures, and then we all went out to dinner for Christmas. We had Chinese food in Hanalei, just like in the movie "A Christmas Story." Not the best food, but none of us had cash, and the only ATM we could find wasn't working. The Chinese joint took credit cards, making it the choice by default.
We got back to camp and soon enough it started pouring. So I dived into my tent around 7 PM and stayed there until about 9 AM! I don't think I've been in bed that long for years. #
Since I had slept until 9 AM, I decided to just be lazy. I decided I was going to drive to other nearby beaches, and just hang out. So I drove to some beaches east of Anini. The first was near the beginning of the road to Anini, but around the bend. It was basically a sand bar near a stream. I watched the surfers here for awhile. I have no idea the name of this beach.
Next I went to Secret Beach. Aram had mentioned it before I left (as did my book). It was a wonderful beach with really soft sand. I walked the entire huge beach. I think it is called Secret Beach because you have to just about scale a cliff to get down there. It was really muggy after the previous night's rain. I got quite a bit of red mud on my shorts. However on the way out I saw a Jeep down there, so there must be easier access from some private property. I know nothing about surfing, but I sure saw some awesome surfers there. The waves were huge, and they were riding them for a long time. The surf broke long across the beach. So while they were riding the wave, they'd go about 500 yards across the beach! Another highlight was one gal on a bikini that I won't forget.
When I got back to camp, I met some Alaskans. The guy talked a lot about his guns and chewed tobacco. They had an extra tarp over their tent for some reason. Soon I also met up with the camp family, and had some guacamole that seemed out of this world at the time. It was another rainy night. #
After the rainy night, I had a lazy start. It bothered me a little bit, but then I remembered I was on vacation, so it didn't matter. So today I was going to see some more beaches and parts of the north coast I hadn't seen yet.
I first stopped at Queens Bath. To get here you drive through the suburban condominum land of Princeville. You find the place to park, and hike down yet another muddy ravine. Queens Bath is large rocks formations where the waves of the Pacific hit hard. The water fills in some tidal pools. There was one that was the calmest where people were snorkeling and jumping in.
There was another pool that would violently fill up with water with every wave. I swear the level would rise and fall 20 feet in no time for this one. Some local kids were hanging on the rocks waiting for a big wave. I spoke to one of them (that's how I know they were 'born and raised') and he said that it was choppier and less regular than usual, otherwise they'd have jumped in. I was taking video (since the locals were), hoping that something would happen, but nothing did.
Before leaving, I went further down, away from the pools. I was watching the surf, and I definitely saw sea turtles. I have no idea what they were doing in those huge crashing waves, but there they were. I had 3 sightings (1 alone, and 2 at once) but no pictures.
I then drove to Black Pot state park, which is on the extreme north east end of Hanalei Bay. When I jogged the beach, I actually turned around right at the pier here. This park is where the Hanalei River feeds into the ocean. Cars and trucks can drive right up the the beach here, so it was a less than ideal park. Frankly, I was glad I hadn't camped there, despite how much I enjoy Hanalei Bay.
I walked out on the concrete pier. There were a few people fishing and crabbing out here. It has a great view into the bay since you're nearly at the end, and able to look back on the rest of the beautiful curved bay. There were lots of clouds over the mountains behind it, and they were covered in waterfalls I didn't recall when I had looked at them on other days.
By this time, it was later in the day, and the sun sets behind the mountains that make up the Na Pali Coast. Looking out, I see several people paddling on stand up long boards. But one in the middle of the bay particularly struck me. They were silhouetted by the sun on the shimmering water of the bay. From who knows how far away, I could tell that the person standing and paddling was one of the most beautiful women I've seen. Interestingl, someone else was also sitting cross legged on the front of the longboard. I just watched for awhile while the water shimmered around them. Soon it started raining, and they headed right towards the pier. As they came closer, I realized the paddler was a beautiful blonde in a bikini, and the kid in the front had to have been her brother. He shivered in the cool rain, and she paddled him back to shore.
Soon the spell is broken as the rain becomes a big down pour. I head into town to get coffee at my new favorite coffee shop, and wait out the storm. As you can imagine, plenty of other people all have the same idea. After a bit, I get some supplies and head back to camp. Of course, it was still storming at Anini. I take some refuge under the awnings of the bathroom. There I meet Joe. He had just moved back to Hawaii from Texas to get a job as a cook. He was camping until he got a job. However, since the campsites are not open 7 days a week, he had stashed his tent and bed roll, and when he got back, it was taken. But it was late, and he needed somewhere to sleep. He had a permit and a tarp, and had wrapped himself in it under the eaves to sleep a couple of nights before. For the next night, he was able to get a tent from a friend. He got there to set up in the wind from the night before and realized that there were no stakes for his tent! So he set it up under the eaves again. But by today, he had bought some stakes for his tent.
After this storm it was quickly very calm. I took a shower, and still couldn't believe how calm it was. To celebrate, I cooked dinner out on the beach on a picnic table that had been dragged out there. There was barely a breeze; I could light my propane stove without any fuss. When I first got this campsite, I was looking forward to eating on this picnic table, but it was always too windy.
Later on, I meet my camp family friends. On my recommendation, they hiked the Hanakapi'ai Falls that day, which was quite a rainy day. While I had to hop over some streams to get to the falls, they had to wade them up to their waists! And they said they were the only people there, probably because of the rain. They also said the falls were fierce! I was jealous I didn't get to wade Hawaiian streams to get to a falls without anyone there!
I slept quite well during the calm night. #
I liked President Obama's inaugural speech. It was a fine total repudiation of former President Bush's policies. I like that science, transparency, human rights, and working with others were given as priorities. I really like how he included non-believers in his speech as well. So many people were there, something I've never seen before for an inauguration. Here's looking forward to 4 years of positive change! #
When I wake up, it is a perfect morning, matching the previous perfect evening. I make breakfast out on the beach again. I make some coffee, and share it with the balding Rainbow Gathering Hippie from Ohio next door. While we're there a guy, whose name I cannot remember, stops by. We talk with him for a bit. It winds up I've heard of this guy. Peter had mentioned a guy writhing and yelling in the bathroom two nights before. Peter had decided this guy was messed up on something, and soon enough was being taking away in an ambulance. So this guy is now telling us why he was in such pain; he had a kidney stone! He had called the ambulance for himself, since he didn't have enough money to put enough gas in his car to get to the hospital in Lihue (about an hour away). He was a self-confessed drunk and said that he had the stone since he wasn't drinking enough water. So while talking to us, he says he used to be in prison, and he also had the low-down on how much the tiny red shells would go for per canister. He figures picking shells was roughly making $10 an hour. So he asks for some coffee, and I offer him some of my own. It was weak after making 3 cups, and the guy was not happy about the coffee I was giving him. As I was packing up to leave, he gave me advice on the right way to make coffee, as apparently I clearly had no idea what I was doing, and this guy did!
As I pack up to head south on the island, I give my last goodbyes to the family. We take a group picture. Then I head to Po'ipu. After getting there, I realize I'm so glad I did the north shore first and for most of my trip. This area is quite touristy and crowded. And I sure as hell don't think the beaches are nearly as good.
While I'm at Po'ipu beach, I sit in a shelter just off the beach to keep out of the sun while I eat lunch. An older gentleman in a hat eating a hotdog sits down near me in the shelter. We talk about the chickens everywhere. He asks me with a southernly drawl where I'm from. I say San Francisco. He says he's from Oklahoma. After a pause, he says "Some people in Oklahoma think San Francisco is a bit strange." I want to say "The Flaming Lips are from Oklahoma, so I KNOW Oklahoma is strange!" But for some reason, I was raised to respect my elders in polite conversation, so I deflect it by saying how it takes all types, and then try to focus him on how beautiful the Bay Area is. In hindsight, I should have said what was on my mind.
I drive down the road a little more to check out Sprouting Horn, which is actually kind of cool. It's basically a hole in the rocks, where the sea has worn through via all sorts of channels over the millennia.
I keep driving up the coast to the west side of the island. I was scheduled to stay at Salt Pond County Beach this evening so I stopped by. It's a small miserable exposed beach compared to those up north. When talking with other campers during the week, I had been warned it wasn't very nice and had territorial locals as well.
Since I wasn't impressed, I decided to head to the other end of the road. I was going to see if I could stay at Polihale State Park, but it was closed. You couldn't even drive in! Apparently the storms the week before had made the dirt roads a mess and impassable. Then I decide to check out Barking Sands beach at David Holloway's suggestion. But it is on the missile base here, and after 9/11 you can't get on without prior approval. Oh well.
There's much more farming here on the south part of the island, lots of seed testing plots for corn, which surprised me. There's also some sugar cane and apparently coffee too. It's much flatter down here as well.
With my options dwindling, I decide to head up the Waimea Canyon. It's beautiful. It's basically a much greener Grand Canyon. But not nearly as big. It's unfortunate you see quite a few tourist helicopters flying below you. It's noticably cooler up here as well.
Eventually I get to Koke'e State Park. I've very happy to see it has a car camping ground. I had forgotten about that, actually. It's still odd; you are supposed to register in advance in Lihue. I decide to go for it and beg forgiveness if anyone showed up. No one did, so I camped for free (well, I had paid for Salt Pond already, but whatever).
Before setting up camp, I first drive out to the end of the road in the mountains and I get an incredible overlook to Kalalau Valley, which is where the back country trail from Hanakapi'ai beach continues towards.
I head back to camp. It is quiet, calm, cool, and getting dark fast. I set up and go to take a picture of my camp. This was when I realized that I had broken the LCD viewer on my camera somehow since being at the overlook not 30 minutes before. So all my shots after that one were taken blindly through the viewer; thankfully they turned out all right.
It's nice and cool up here (I'd guess 60 or less at night) so I sleep with my sleeping bag zipped up for the first time this trip. One odd part was that during the night I heard a few wild boar chomping really close to my tent. I could hear them breathing and chewing and digging. I couldn't believe that it was the middle of the night and they at breaking sticks and making a huge racket. It must be nice to have no predators around. There is hunting allowed up here in the park, however. It's kind of funny to think here I am not wanting anything to do with them really, and here they are. It makes me wonder what the hunters really have to do to get these boars. #
Some interesting links from the last few weeks:
Here's an actual interview with Will Oldham. It's interesting to see a little on the inside. He's coming again to The Fillmore. I'm looking forward to it despite the terribly designed and ugly Live Nation tickets I got for the show.
I've seen two great movies. A Swedish vampire film, or is it a movie? called "Let the Right One In". It's not like most vampire films, as it's not easy to decide if it is a B-Movie or not. But it is like most Swedish movies, in that the dialogue is in Swedish. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
The second one is "The Wrestler" with Mickey Rourke. It feels really gritty, and Rourke is damn good. It's by the director of "Pi", a movie I didn't like, so count me as surprised. It's a movie about the perception of you by others and how that reflects upon your perception of yourself.
I've still been really busy, and seemingly unable to write up my last day in Kaua'i. I will do that, but until then I have three interesting links.
Up and down Market and Mission Street in San Francisco, you see these Ben Davis signs with a gorilla like head. They look hand-painted and a little worn for wear. Lots of hipsters wear these clothes. They are fine. I had no idea that: 1) Ben Davis is based in San Francisco 2) Ben Davis was a real person 3) Ben Davis passed away last month.
It's not a recent article, but I sure as hell enjoyed reading it. In it David Byrne writes about his opinions and ideas about the music business. And check it out, he speaks (there's audio) to both Brian Eno and Mac McCaughan from Merge Records (and Superchunk!). I love serendipity like that.
Last and not least, this guy put his cat in a box and smoked weed through the box. There's even pictures. He did it to calm his cat down, apparently. It's funny to me because among a few of my friends, my cat Chip is a big old stoner. #
Well, it sure has been a long time.
iPhone 3.0 came out. That is what I was so busy with the first half of this year. I'm happy with it, and the new iPhone 3GS. Not only is it faster, but it's easier for us to develop for as well.
My social life has picked up since not working all the time as well. That has been very good.
Next week I'm headed to Chicago for Pitchfork, and to Chapel Hill the next week for Merge XX. When I had been working so often, I knew would ease up by July. These festivals were going on sale around this time, and it seemed like a great way to see old friends and catch some great bands.
So both Pitchfork and XX Merge were a blast. I'd rank XX Merge far above Pitchfork. It's clear that Pitchfork is run by a magazine that believes they require a broad spectrum of bands. They probably vote on them as well. This made for some weaker stuff. Merge however is a label run by two people. They only sign bands they like, and so it felt much more like a curated show. The bands that I didn't know, I still enjoyed greatly. I also like that there was only one small stage to worry about, rather than multiple overlapping shows going on at the same time.
I'm now headed to Austin to see friends that I haven't seen in far too long. I'm really looking forward to it! #
So it looks like I'll have been lazy this year if you look at my web site stats. I mean 16 entries altogether, and only 8 aren't about Kaua'i. But I've been busy. First was work, then guitar lessons, and new friends. I guess I also don't have President Bush to complain about either, so that slows down the angry writing.
Check out Felice Varini's art. I love the perspective and imposing ray tracer ideas in real space. I'm reminded of some of the digital video installations I saw at Obscura Digital. And speaking of Digital Obscura, I know a couple of people there from my Duelin' Firemen! days. Check out this real time graphics pool table I saw earlier this year!
And look at that, I have over 10,000 songs in iTunes now! #