from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca,
date Tue, Apr 1, 2008 at 11:22 PM
subject Toronto considers limiting homework; Le Québec, paradis des cyclistes
mailed-by gmail.com
Dear Stephen,
Well the Habs caught a break and beat the Senators tonight, meaning
they will win the division title, their first since the 91-92 season,
and will finish the season with at least 100 points, for the first
time since they last time they won the Cup, in 92-93.
What’s happened to me? I’m writing about sports statistics!
Actually, it is forming the crux of my essay about Collectif Taupe;
the collusion of sport and power and control in society, and the at
times difficult and uneasy placement of art in this milieu. It’s a bit
of Gilles Deleuze, Michel Foucault, Guy Debord and a little Chomsky
thrown in for good measure.
According to a recent study, 18% of Quebecois responded that the
performance of the Canadiens has an effect on their personal
happiness. The number is highest at 28% of males between the ages of
18-24. Go Habs Go! Go Taupe Go! Go Art Go!
I’m happy when I see good art, read a good book, experience something
real and special in life. I like magic, but not the Criss Angel kind;
not tricks, not illusions so much, but stories, situations,
coincidences, energy, natural phenomena.
I worked at DHC this morning, first in the Bunker (more shelves and
organizing), then in the afternoon in the office, working on
floorplans for a potential Christian Marclay exhibition. But shhhhhh:
don’t tell anyone. It’s still in the speculative stage. Things will
begin to progress quite quickly with the Sophie Calle install; some of
her plans are arriving this week. I’ll be working on homework
tomorrow, before my Dazibao interview. After the interview I’m going
to Suzanne’s to finish a shelf and help her re-stock her storage room.
She has guests coming this weekend. Her guestroom is currently holding
everything from the storage room.
Still a long way to go on my C Mag DHC article. I’m trying not to
think about it, and hopefully it will just write itself. Maybe those
CC project grants for Third Space will write themselves, too.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca,
date Thu, Apr 3, 2008 at 11:28 PM
subject Politicians sorry for offensive comments
Dear Stephen,
Claudine and I stopped at Pizzadelic on Avenue Mont Royal for supper
tonight. We both worked a little late; me at DHC, working on proposals
and floor plans and adjusting Inconsolable Memories, and she at Oboro.
Food was good; filling, tasty, spicy, the pizza with bison meat a
little cold but we were told it came that way. Afterwards we stopped
at a pub to watch the last period of the Habs game versus the Sabres;
Montréal won 3-1. Watching the crowd was a real lesson in die-hard
Québecois culture. We drank Labatt 50s.
Yesterday I had my interview with the three women that run Dazibao. I
don’t think I fared too well, in part because most of the interview
was in french, but also because I wasn’t really all that prepared. And
in the end, it probably makes more sense for me to stick with DHC. It
certainly works better for vacation.
After the interview, and a little work time at the library, I went to
Suzanne’s for a little construction work. I missed my exit and ended
up on the Mercier Bridge, and in rush hour traffic, and then got
completely confused in La Prairie. I arrived an hour late, built a few
more shelves and then ate with Suzanne and her two adolescent boys.
Last night Clo and I tried to watch a movie, Surviving my mother, and
we couldn’t finish it. The main actress was terrible and nothing else
was falling into place. The final straw was the introduction of the
Marie Chouinard piece Cantique, and the reception was so base we
couldn’t watch any more. Hers is a fairly accessible art; to see a
character in a movie who is supposed to represent the mainstream be so
out of touch is really just disappointing.
Have you seen anything by the Marie Chouinard Company lately?
I received some developed Super 8 film in the mail today. I first
exposed the film almost ten years ago, on a road trip from
Halifax-Montreal-Ottawa. There are images of the parliament buildings
on the film somewhere. Now I’m just waiting on a replacement bulb I
bought on eBay weeks ago, and I can fuel my newfound interest in all
things analogue and play the film on my little projector. I actually
bought a couple blank audio cassettes at the pharmacy the other day; I
want to record some of our vinyl records. We can play the cassettes in
the car.
Do you still listen to cassettes? Do you listen to anything?
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca,
date Mon, Apr 7, 2008 at 9:10 PM
subject Magdalen Islanders mourn sealers; L’OTAN a sous-estimé la résistance, dit Harper
Dear Stephen,
Spring is here! The weekend was glorious, & today is bright and sunny.
Friday we had Sarah and Dave over for supper, I cooked a paella, and
we watched Nitro afterwards. It was a late evening as the girls had
choir practice until well past 10pm.
On Saturday we had breakfast at a cute little family restaurant on St.
Zodique. Afterwards I walked to Café Esperanza and worked on the
Collectif Taupe essay. Walked some more, down to Avenue Mont Royal,
stopped at another café and worked some more. Tried to get into the
pub Normand to watch the hockey game but they were full to capacity,
so I caught the bus home and watched the game here. Nice to see the
Canadiens play well and win their final game of the regular season
against Toronto. I was trying to pay more attention to the ads and the
direction of commentary, as my text on Taupe is closely linked to the
world of spectator sports. I always knew what a conservative blowhard
Don Cherry is, but boy was he ever laying on thick his support for the
army. Come to think of it, there seems to be quite a connection
between hockey and the army. Why is that?
I hear the Canadian Space Agency is looking for astronauts. Maybe this
is my chance to fulfill a childhood dream. Actually, I have no desire
to be an astronaut. It seems too close to the military industrial
complex as well.
Saturday night we watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Clo fell
asleep, but I stayed awake and quite enjoyed it. Almost makes me want
to experiment with hallucinogenic drugs again.
Sunday was the big recital for the McGill choir that Claudine is in.
They performed the Lord Nelson Mass by Haydn, and then a few medleys,
then a selection of songs from Les Miserables. Overall it was quite
good, but what do I know about music?
My credit card treated us to supper last night at a cute little bar on
Bernard near Park. Afterwards I bought a weekly metro card from some
guy on the street; he had probably found it, but in any case it was a
deal for both of us. I’m broke until my cheque arrives from NB for the
Art Bank purchase. The cheque is in the mail. I have a pay waiting
from DHC as well. My credit card bought groceries tonight as well.
Yesterday Clo helped again with the Taupe text; she can qualify as the
official the co-author at this point. Last night we watched Atonement,
which wasn’t nearly as bad as I had anticipated it to be.
Tonight I made a risotto, a result of the risotto we shared last night
which wasn’t any good. The paté chinois with real strips of veal and
sauerkraut was quite good, however. My dish tonight was made with a
basic white fish, shitake mushrooms, green string beans, small
scallops and tiny chunks of our preserved limes. It is tasty, but
didn’t turn out as creamy as I would have liked.
The apartment is a mess, and I have a ton of 3rd Space and C Magazine
texts to write. The weather is so nice I want to get spring cleaning.
I need to get the homemade abri-tempo off the back balcony and get our
bikes on the road. And I really need to have a doctor look at my right
elbow; I think I have a bad case of tendinitis. I have no strength in
my arm, and even working on the computer is painful. Which is what I
was doing at DHC again today; more floor plans.
What was the weather like in Poland?
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca,
date Wed, Apr 9, 2008 at 10:34 PM
subject Teen killed in crash wanted to be a vet; Un pont sur cinq sera remplacé
Dear Stephen,
I received an email today from the Canada Council Go! Grants Online
service, with results from the project support application I made in
December. “Unsuccessful, but Highly Recommended”. I’m not sure if the
“highly recommended” part helps abate the rejection or actually
emphasizes it. At least I am consistent.
We had supper with Caroline and François at their place tonight.
François has just received notice that he received a grant from CALQ,
from a new program launched in December. This despite a report
released today about how little money CALQ has. At least it made the
news.
I worked all day at Suzanne’s, painting her laundry room. I took a
wrong turn on my way home and ended up circling traffic for almost an
hour. It drove me crazy; there is nothing I hate more than commuting.
Deposited my cheque from NB, which finally arrived yesterday. It is
always a negotiation with my bank at various branches to have them
unfreeze parts of the cheques I deposit. In this case they unfroze
almost 2/3 right away. How generous of them. I mean, you never know
when those provincial government cheques might bounce, right?
I’m exhausted, and my arm is giving me intense pain. I’ve taken some
aspirin and ‘m going to bed.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca,
date Thu, Apr 10, 2008 at 11:30 PM
subject Program ‘tailor-made’ to send cash to Flaherty’s riding: critics; Un appel à NORAD pour des ovnis
Dear Stephen,
I just spent over seven hours in the waiting room at the hospital. I
went to the hospital because the nearby clinic was full. I missed the
Tiki party at DHC and the hockey game with Clo and Stephan and Sarah
at Brasserie Brasserie. Well, I watched most of the game from the
waiting room. And in the end it was all for nothing; the doctor
basically told me it would get better in time. More waiting.
At least I had some time to work on some of my outstanding texts.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca,
date Sun, Apr 13, 2008 at 10:42 PM
subject Anti-sealers to be released on bail; Victoire des Bruins en prolongation
Dear Stephen,
Helped Claudine with Oboro errands yesterday afternoon, then spent the
rest of the afternoon washing laundry. Watched le Canadiens beat the
Bruins in overtime at The tap room on Rachel. Met up with Clo and the
arts gang at a french restaurant on the same street but they were full
and there was nowhere to sit so I came home and watched The fugitive
in french, and then National Lampoons Vacation, also dubbed in french.
Had a nice morning of sex, apartment cleanup and then a brunch with
Rebecca, Greg and Sarah. We piled into the car afterwards, heading to
the Mile end, and browsed comics and graphic novels at Drawn and
Quarterly. Had coffee at Café esperanza, then went to Sarah’s, then we
were off to Brasserie Brasserie to watch the hockey game; this time,
the match was closer, but the Bruins won in overtime.
I am waaaay behind on my C article and third space grants.
-chris
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From: “chris lloyd” <dearpm@gmail.com>
To: pm@pm.gc.ca
Subject: Taser victim’s mother takes aim at RCMP
Dear Stephen,
I’m exhausted, I’ve been working late nights and early mornings
getting a project grant off to the CC for Third Space, and working
days at DHC, and watching hockey in whatever spare time I have.
Tonight Clo and and I cleared the tarps off the back balcony and
attempted to have a barbecue but we couldn’t get the charcoal to
light.
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from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Fri, Apr 18, 2008 at 4:51 PM
subject Father of 3 slain B.C. children to appear in court May 2; Le Collège des médecins restreint la pratique du docteur Mailloux
Dear Stephen,
Ugh, what a humiliating defeat at the hands of the Bruins last night. And the game started with such promise! I had arrived early at the Taproom to secure places for Claudine, Caroline and François. The bar was packed, a sea of red and white, and they arrived just after Kovalev’s magical, avec-pas-de-casque, Gretzky-like backhanded goal that put the Habs up a goal and the crowd in a frenzy. But alas, you can’t win ’em all. In fact, with the way the team seemed to fall apart, I’m wondering if they’ll be able to win this series.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still cheer them on. I even bought a couple goofy trinkets yesterday while thinking about buying a jersey. I stopped short of that, and have managed to hold off today, despite the vendors setting up shop just around the corner, hawking shirts at $10 apiece. I really have to draw the line at supporting all this needless crap made in China. It’s bad enough that I’m spending all my free time watching the games. I could be writing.
Which is what I should be doing now, and what I attempted to do yesterday half-hearted, but it was too darn hot! It was incredible yesterday, I think I might have even burned a little while sitting at the little café on St. Zotique. It’s hot and sunny again today. I keep finding excuses to go out and wander around. The sun and the pretty girls are reason enough, but I also had the oil changed in the car and took the winter tires off. I also picked up my gear for the half marathon on Sunday. Bought some new sneakers, too. I figure it might be best to treat my feet to sneakers that actually fit for their fourth half marathon. I still have a mark on my left toe from September.
Sarah Roberts stopped by the Taproom last night to say hi. I had run into her on the street earlier; she was training. My method of training involves drinking lots of beer during hockey games. Last night after the match Caro, François and his friend Alexi and I went to parc Lafontaine to drink more beer. Talked a bit about the PM project, and they offered some good ideas.
I have to go collect Clo from work, then we’re heading out to Île-Perrot to visit Jo, Phillippe and Nataniel. Rush hour traffic on a Friday afternoon won’t be fun, but at least it is sunny, warm and dry.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sat, Apr 19, 2008 at 10:59 PM
subject From snowy West to smoggy Ontario; Les syndiqués d’Olymel espèrent rencontrer la direction
Dear Stephen,
Ugh, another hard loss. At least the hockey is exciting. It was odd watching tonight with all girls; we decided to watch the game chez nous, so Sarah came over with pasta, Caroline came as well, but François stayed home, feeling under the weather. The girls manage to chatter on about recipes, makeup, moisturizers and almost anything non-hockey related. Everyone perked up during goals and close calls.
It was another glorious, sunny day. Clo and I stayed overnight at Jo’s, babysitting little Nataniel as Jo had a scrap booking session and Phillipe was working. Today we took our bikes out and meandered around the Plaza St. Hubert and to Parc Jarry, gathering little odds n ends for tonight.
Tomorrow morning is the half-marathon, so I’m going to try to get to bed early. Shouldn’t be too difficult; Clo is already asleep on the couch. We were up early with le p’tit. He’s so cute that kid, he makes all sorts of quizical facial expressions, and is speaking so much, and running around and plays with anything and everything. It takes a bit of energy to be around little kids, if one doesn’t have the practice.
Do you get to spend much time with infants?
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sun, Apr 20, 2008 at 11:24 PM
subject Toronto transit strike averted; Casino: les croupiers amorcent des moyens de pression
Dear Stephen,
I’m in Québec City, here for the Mathieu da Costa Challenge awards ceremony. I arrived by bus, legs too sore and body too tired to drive. I ran the Scotiabank 21 km half marathon with Sarah today, but neither of us reached our goal of finishing in 1:45. I ran it in 1:51, she 1:54. But I felt more confident and ran better than last September, so I’m actually considering a bit of training this summer and maybe running a full marathon at the next Marathon by the Sea. They have a way better after race spread of food, by the way. Here it felt a bit like a refugee camp, all the food just piled in cardboard boxes, all the cookies broken. Of course, having never been in a refugee camp I actually have no idea what I am talking about.
I arrived a bit late for the dinner, by chance sat with the judge from Moncton who was snowed in and couldn’t actually come for the day of judging in Ottawa back in March. Thought about going for drinks later with Camille and the gang from gordongroup but I’m a bit tired. And I still have the article for C mag to flesh out. Ugh. Right now my mind is a bit mush.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Tue, Apr 22, 2008 at 11:20 PM
subject Rioters run amok in Montreal; Les conservateurs ont produit de fausses factures, affirme Élections Canada
Dear Stephen,
olé, olé-olé-olé, olé, olé! What a way to win the series, I’m glad les Canadiens finally re-discovered their scoring touch. More on that later. I’m a little less glad that some rioters took to the streets later on, but there are always a few bad apples in the bushel. I’m sure you could be thinking the same, regarding all you recent troubles, like the elections fraud, which I’m sure you’ll claim to have had no part in.
And what is all this business about your highly controlled media scrum (where major outlets like Canwest and CBC were left out) where your party announced that it had not released an anti-drug pamphlet because it contained balanced, scientific reports of the euphoric effects of taking drugs as well as the negative side effects. What, you don’t think kids can make their own decisions based on having all the facts?
I met one of your MPs at the Mathieu da Costa Challenge ceremony and reception the other day. Luc Harvey, deputé for Louis-Hèbert. He was the only speaker who seemed to realize that he was speaking to an audience of children, and tailored his speech accordingly, peppering it liberally with whopping misperceptions and revisions of history. The presentations by the winning kids were incredible; certainly some future public speakers. The whole ceremony ended up going on a tad too long, and then we went to the aquarium for a luncheon. Then I caught a cab to the bus station.
I missed the first two periods of the hockey game while on the bus, which gave me time to reflect on fandom, spectator sports, and the end of civilization as we know it. That latter part was more a result of the book The upside of down, which I am still reading. It’s hard not to feel cynical, or want to run into the woods. Or at least learn to be more self-sufficient. Ultimately, for the human race to survive, we need to ween ourselves off oil. Really fast.
Today was a DHC day, and I was back at revising Sophie Calle and Christian Marclay floorplans as negotiations with the two artists’ parties continues.
After work I met Clo and we walked around, enjoying the sunshine, until finding a cute little restaurant called Bistro Bienville. The restaurant is tiny, and we ate at the counter, and everything was amazing. The food was absolutely incredible. We had a great time, it felt like a real date. It was a good way to celebrate getting paid; I received a cheque for three weeks of work today. It also felt good to slap some money on my credit card. That doesn’t happen enough.
-chris
from christopher lloyd <dearpmproject@yahoo.ca>
to stephen harper <pm@pm.gc.ca>,
cc dearpm@gmail.com,
date Thu, Apr 24, 2008 at 9:01 AM
subject B.C. dad charged with murder; Sondage : l’ADQ en chute libre
Dear Stephen,
I can’t reach gmail since last night, so I am writing you from my little-used Yahoo account.
Claudine left for Paris last night. I am now faced with a little more than a week of bachelor living. You know what that means: lots of house cleaning. Of course, there is always the second round of the playoffs, which start tonight for les Canadiens as they host the Flyers. Hopefully there will be no riot if they win. Despite the media coverage that paints the havoc as caused by Habs fans, it was really a much smaller group of ruffians who took the opportunity of street celebration to exercise their anger at the police.
I also have an operating grant to write for Third Space, and Stephan’s exhibition to start planning in vigour, plants to re-pot, laundry to wash, and my workspace and career to work on. Speaking of my so-called career, there is a symposium tomorrow to coincide with a book that éditions esse is publishing called L’indécidables : écarts et déplacements de l’art actuel / The Undecidable : gaps and displacements of contemporary art, of which my Dear PM project is a part. It is Patrice Loubier who is writing about the project; he was a co-curator of Manif d’Art 3, and we first met at the symposium in Baie-St-Paul back in 2003.
I have to re-start my computer, it is running slower than molasses oozing uphill.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Fri, Apr 25, 2008 at 12:27 AM
subject Brain injuries going untreated: expert; L’incertitude règne sur le rapatriement de Brenda Martin
Dear Stephen,
Watched a bit of a nail-biter of a hockey match tonight with François at Vices et Verses. We all thought Philly had it in the bag until that power-play goal with less than 40 seconds to play, and then the rapid power-play goal put the Habs up by one. It was fun to watch the game at an off-sports bar, too.
Today I focused on re-potting plants while I wondered what was up with Gmail. I had no access all day, except for a brief window where I was able to write to Clo. Her flight was OK, and she is enjoying Paris, and all she has to offer in tasty baguettes and inexpensive wine.
I’m planning to watch the end of the Daily Show and then go to bed. The Indecidables symposium is tomorrow.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sun, Apr 27, 2008 at 1:52 PM
subject Drug crime bill sparks calls for caution; Immigration: James dénonce l’ADQ, Dumont réplique
Dear Stephen,
Had a long but fulfilling day at UQAM on Friday for the colloque for L’Indécidable. The book is quite sharp, sporting a black-on-black cover colour scheme. Stayed for the cocktail afterwards, talked with a member of the Qists and SYN and ATSA and Patrice. I had tons of art ideas during the day, some related to the themes discussed, others not. Here’s an example of some things I’d like to pursue:
1. Re-animate the dormant Tim Hortons project by again collecting discarded cups and making paper from them. Then I could make portraits of Tim Horton himself, or urban landscapes that feature the restaurant.
2. Begin the “good deed everyday” project. carry a receipt-book and issue to receipts to people for whom I have done a good deed. Document with photos.
3. Renovate and paint the abandoned billeterie on Jean-Talon. Paint it bright pink and silver.
4. PM letters: print, document with animation each page (make a film), then shred each letter, then create piles that “invade” the apartment. This would also be a part of the next project,
5. “The trouble I found while my wife was away in Paris”. This is a week-long documentation project of the way I spend my time while Claudine is away in Paris. This includes extensive plant re-potting and computer keyboard cleaning (I used the vacuum and alcohol and cotton swabs and Windex).
6. Les Canadiens. This is a bit of a lived research experiment as I try to analyze, from a critical visual arts perspective, the effect of this particular post-season on Les Habitants de Montréal. It seems hockey is affecting everyone here.
Speaking of which, last night I watched the game at Caroline and Francois’ apartment, with Melisandre. Tough match to lose, they had many good chances but Biron was rock solid. Unfortunately, Price was a little less than stellar.
As we were walking home last night it started to rain. It was as if God herself was crying because of the loss.
Today is laundry day, more housecleaning / documenting my procrastination attempts to avoid the thousand and one revisions and edits Rosemary of C Magazine has for my DHC article. And then there is the operating grant for Third Space that is due…ugh, middle of this week.
At least I have a clean computer keyboard to work on.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Sun, Apr 27, 2008 at 11:40 PM
subject Merritt remembers ‘three little angels’; Le chef Mohawk promet une «autre Crise d’Oka»
Dear Stephen,
I spent nearly all afternoon re-constructing the barricade on the back balcony thinking it was finally cat-proof, and yet Kuan disappeared again tonight, the second time in three nights. I finally found her, after walking up and down the rouelle, and she remarkably ran home ahead of me, but still, I was worried. She doesn’t have tags yet. I guess I shouldn’t have put that table on the balcony; she must have used it to get over the fence. Still, I am surprised that she had the guts to jump down to the stairs. That Little Dickens!
I’m still not nearly as advanced as I would have liked to have been on the C article. And the grant is behind, too. And somehow, despite all my little diversions in repair and housekeeping activities, the apartment is in worse shape than ever. There is stuff everywhere. I think the problem is that I begin another task before completing the first. Oh, and my drill died on me today. Lousy Skil!
Cooked salmon on the barbecue tonight. Slow-cooking, as is the way with our barbeque. Claudine called from Paris and we had a nice chat. She saw a Louise Bourgeois exhibition at the Centre Pompidou and bought a catalogue. I like that our library of art books is growing, slowly but surely. I like that it is something shared.
-chris
from chris lloyd <dearpm@gmail.com>
to pm@pm.gc.ca
date Mon, Apr 28, 2008 at 9:59 PM
subject Strike prompts essential service debate; «Nouvelle loi 101» : Charest peu impressionné
Dear Stephen,
Yikes, this post-season hockey is playing havok with my nerves. After work I stopped at Chez Serge on St. Laurent to meet Sarah, but the place was full, no seats available. Quite the tight little costumes—red faux leather mini skirts and go habs go shirts—and an interesting faux grass wall and ceiling. Sarah and I went to Brasserie Brasserie instead. I ate a club sandwich and drank a pitcher of beer and we watched les Habitants fall behind 3-0. Sarah was falling asleep—she had run 15 K today—so we left, I caught the metro home, and lo and behold they had scored two goals. And pulled Price, which I had thought of doing after goal #2. But no matter. My nerves are chattering like the keys on my iMac, ugh. Maybe a shorthanded goal? To tie? Stupid penalty, too many men on the ice.
Work was Ok at DHC, I replaced a bulb and a few parts on the projector, which had started to squeak.
Ugh, why do I let hockey affect me so?
I should be working on my DHC text, but ugh.
Les Canadiens just lost, but what a rush at the end.
Should I sit through Don Cherry? Why not. I’m a sucker for punishment.
And how does superstition play into all this? I didn’t see the first two goals…maybe I should have stayed away from the third period all together…or I should just stop thinking about it.
I mean really, I gain nothing from a hockey team winning. Most of us don’t, except maybe an inflated sense of inclusion into the dominant social group.
Ok, back to work.
-chris
DEAR PM 