cicak on the ceiling: staring at all that fascinates

Happy Birthday

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 23 Jul 2013 10:05:00 +0000

Though much is taken, much abides; and though

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

– Alfred Tennyson (1809 –1892)

I Could Take

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 16 Jul 2013 08:26:00 +0000

I could take
two leaves
         and give you one.
Would that not be
a kind of perfection?

But I prefer
one leaf
         torn to give you half
              showing

(after these years, simply)
love's complexity in an act,
         the tearing and
              the unique edges —
one leaf (one word) from the two
imperfections that match.

- Hayden Carruth (1921 – 2008)

めがね by Naoko Ogigami

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 16 Jul 2013 07:08:00 +0000

Mir ist bewusst was Freiheit bedeutet

Folge dem Wege geradeaus,

meide die Tiefen des Meeres,

doch hab ich solch Wort hinter mir gelassen.

Der Mond scheinet auf jedem Wege,

wie die in der Dunkelheit wie Diamanten schwimmenden Fische;

heiß wie durch Zufall Mensch - und hier bin ich.

Was hatte ich zu befürchten,

mit was zu kämpfen,

bald ist es Zeit die Lasten zu legen.

Erteile mir noch mehr Kraft,

Kraft zur Liebe.

Mir ist bewusst was Freiheit bedeutet,

mir ist bewusst was Freiheit bedeutet.

I know what Freedom is.

Follow the path straight ahead.

Keep out of the ocean deeps

I have left such words behind me

The Moon shines upon all paths

like Fish who swim like Diamonds in the Dark

Called a human being by chance – so here I am

What did I have to fear?

Against what was I struggling?

It’s time for me to lay down my heavy load.

Give me even more strength,
Strength to love.

I know what Freedom is.

I know what Freedom is.

Poem and its transcription found via here.

Deep words

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 20:49:00 +0000

Stumbled upon these from other bloggers' sites and thought it too lovely to not immortalize on my site as well, especially since I do not typically pick up poetry books and will definitely not come across them on my own. I find most poetry perplexing –– I think I'm too impatient to mull over the words. So I get very excited when poetry readers share gems like these that I can easily decipher :-)

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. 
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down 
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, 
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, 
which is what I have been doing all day. 
Tell me, what else should I have done? 
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? 
Tell me, what is it you plan to do 
with your one wild and precious life?”

– "The Summer Day" by Mary Oliver

(found via Maps & Fragments)

All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

– W.H. Auden

(Can't remember where I saw this, but it definitely spoke to the quixotic part of me)

July

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 16:34:00 +0000

Symmetry from Everynone on Vimeo.

I don't find myself having favorites of any one thing but if I did, I believe July could end up as my favorite month out of the year, for reasons too abstract to get into right now. July of 2011, though, is proving quite melancholic. Two great artists whose work I find immeasurably great, Cy Twombly and Lucian Freud, passed on. More importantly, one of the handful of relatives I could conceivably describe as close passed on as well. The news came sudden, as these things are wont to be, and made more poignant for the fact that his death did not afford his loved ones the luxury of time for a proper farewell. Farewells are sad, and farewells without utterances of goodbyes all the more heartbreaking.

I often wonder at our amazing ability to recover from grief. In my darker hours, it seemed to me that life will never quite be the same but once emerged, life somehow always is. I suppose that's the thing about life, isn't it? That it goes on? And if we are to take the smallest token of consolation from that tenet, perhaps it is this –– that for every goodbye, there is a hello, and from death, there is life?

Dear A and family, 節哀順變.

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sun, 15 May 2011 12:23:00 +0000

It's probably best not to bitch and moan about the weather (yet again), but seriously, the heat is murdering me! I have bookmarked a few things to blog about, but as I'm someone who's very sensitive to heat (and who tries to refrain from AC usage), they'll have to wait till the weather turns cooler (or at least less brutal).

For the sake of some levity in our drama-filled worlds though, here's a quick post on something I think is 可愛い.

What, the picture not doing anything for you? Teehee. That's cause you have to visit here to see why it's so special.

I imagine only a handful of those individuals who stop to smell the proverbial roses would be able to spot them. Harried folks hurrying by would surely (albeit unknowingly) give it a flying kick :-)

via Colossal.

Tsai & Yoshikawa

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Mon, 02 May 2011 16:34:00 +0000

Please forgive the deluge of imagery but I just got too click-happy. The images above are works by Hsiao-Chi Tsai, a native of Taiwan but now based in London. They are, would you believe, textiles! Gorgeous colors and patterns, no? I saw the patterns and went "wow!" but when I realized that they were actually textiles and she fashioned garments out of them, I was pretty blown away.

Her work is multi-dimensional too. Below is a maquette for a proposed project, I hope it gets realized, it looks like so much fun!

Anyway, I explored the site a bit more, and realized that two artists share the space. According to the site, Kimiya Yoshikawa is a long-time collaborator of hers -- his work looks equally amazing!

The first and bottom images are site-specific installation projects that immediately caught my eye. How fun (and perhaps a wee bit intimidating for me) to walk into an art piece with only your heads peeping out, and that then becomes part of the visuals?

The images in the middle are from his "Balloon Series". Maybe I'm just a sucker for balloons, but they are my favorite. I'm especially digging the one to the left -- the textural contrast between the architecture and the balloon piece is stunning, visible even in that teeny picture.

Happy exploring! I've got to rest my eyeballs now.

Art Therapy

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 12:11:00 +0000

I don't know about you folks, but it's bleak times around here. The only consolation is that it's been raining somewhat daily, I can't begin to describe to you how much the rain means to me. Looking at beautiful images helps as well -- I suppose that explains the ever-so-slightly increase in postings on here. I've been very lucky with coming across things that are both a sight for sore eyes and the bruised mind.

These three images brought instant smiles.

Kaleidoscope-inspired collage by Rachel Lois Caunt.

"The Times They Are A-Changin" by Liat Yaniv.

"Floral Ocean" by Betsy Walton.

// This peek into an Art-Deco apartment in Shanghai is satisfying my voyeuristic thirst. It is so charmingly decorated, plus I'm a big sucker for those steel-and-glass french doors.

// Also, even though I've never been a fan of the kitschy decor (feels a little claustrophobic for me), I am totes amoureux with the home of Albert and Gillian Maysles (shot here by Todd Selby). Doesn't it shout "life well lived"?

// Lastly, has anyone out there tried Bookmooch? Just wondering if it works.

Diem Chau

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 04:34:00 +0000

Head over heels with these works by Diem Chau, beautifully intricate with a slight nod towards whimsicality. There are plenty more to gawk at in her gallery, where I've been blissfully spending time. Also, be sure to check out her crayon sculptures!

via day of practical awakening.

// A fun link for you, it's a little silly, but hilarious nonetheless. Or maybe I'm just easily amused :-) Besides, haven't everyone sort of thought about it? -- A photography project entitled "What if You Lived at Ikea".

I swear I'm not a shopaholic

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sat, 16 Apr 2011 16:34:00 +0000

If your first thoughts were along the lines of "Nature photography?", you would be mistaken. These are actually office products, produced by Appree of South Korea. Yup, I thought they were pretty cool, I would certainly love to have the gingko notepads around.

Also loving the tissue box with the tissue in flower-like folds. No seriously, as utilitarian as the regular ol' rectangular-shaped ones are, you gotta admit they are ugly mofos that add nothing to a room's decor, am I right? I'm just being persnickety, you say? Hmph, fine, I still say these are prettier to look at.

(via babyramen)

Another cool thing for you to check out (although I trust you'll have come across it since it's making the blog rounds -- it's that cool!) is Kelli Anderson's Paper Record Player. Essentially a wedding invite, she's designed it to showcase a song the bride and her groom wrote and sung together, basically by turning the paper invite into a playable record all on its own! Definitely one for the keeps huh? This isn't the first time her work has made the blog rounds either, I first came across her name when she produced wedding hankermaps (maps printed onto handkerchiefs) for another couple. An undeniably talented lady, that one is.

Mirka

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Thu, 14 Apr 2011 11:16:00 +0000

I love rings. They are the one type of accessories I consistently love. I remember one of the first ones that I had bought when I was a teen. It was a chunky rose carved out of silver and soldered onto a half-round silver band. It looked huge on my then-scrawny fingers, and in fact, my cousin made fun of it :-) She wondered out loud if I wore it for self-defence purposes, hah! But no matter, I loved it and wore it every chance I got (which wasn't very many since national schools forbade ornamental adornment of any kind. And yes, even barrettes count as ornamental, can you imagine?)

All these reminiscing just to show you what caught my eye, Mirta's rings. For some inexplicable reason, I've always had an easier time finding chunkier-sized rings that look good on my fingers rather than the thin, wispy ones, which is what I love about the rings above. They look like they can be worn in polite society and yet have just enough idiosyncrasy to make them charming.

I also ❤ ❤ ❤ these pieces below, especially the necklace. She's got a lot of other lovelies at her etsy store.

Ogling

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 08:25:00 +0000

I'm not one to accessorize much, which I sometimes feel is a shame because there are so many little pieces that I see and admire and would indeed love, scratch that, yearn to have. Shingo Matsushita's pieces are an example of that. I love the fact that he uses crochet as a design element but instead of the result looking dowdy, the combination of materials (threads, pearl, leather) and color choices makes his pieces infinitely edgier (oh how I hate that word but you get the drift ;-p)

Two links I've been meaning to share: The Makers -- a photography project by Jennifer Causey that's glued me to the computer screen for the past couple of hours. I love sneak peeks into artiste's work places!

This next link has been on my to-share list for a while, but because I've remained conflicted about it, I never got around to it. Anyway, I've decided it's definitely worth posting about because, for what it's worth, I think it's thought-provoking :-) So here it is: New York City Garbage, its Flickr collection is worth a look at too.

Just cause

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 04:08:00 +0000

Performing my daily (joke!) good Samaritan act by informing you that New York residents are eligible to win a lovely floral arrangement by le fleuriste extraordinaire Saipua every Friday. Actually, it's just an excuse so I get to post images of her gorgeous bouquets. :-) But seriously, all you have to do is leave a comment here, can you believe the crazy??? Makes me wish I was in NY for sure. I mean, look at them!

Also, if you are anything like me in the kitchen (read: hopeless) and have to map out ingredients and instructions (down to the tiniest detail like which spoon and bowl to use) into illustrations way before the day of the deed, you'll appreciate this site -- They Draw & Cook.

Anastassia Elias

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 11:15:00 +0000

Cute little vignettes in a toilet roll, who woulda thought? I love these paper cuts by Anastassia Elias, each one a tiny glimpse into a mini world, perfect size for a little day-dreaming :-)

Paul Barbera

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 18:41:00 +0000

Click on any link within Paul Barbera's site and chances are good that you'll be riveted by one image after another, his photographs are so mind-numbingly gorgeous. The ones that capture my attention the most are his personal photography projects, my fave so far is his "The Girl From Ipanema" series (above).

Photography is Easy, Photography is Difficult

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 08:55:00 +0000

Came across one of Paul Graham's essay entitled "Photography is Easy, Photography is Difficult" on Jody Rogac's blog and couldn't resist posting it here as well. Such sagacity.

It’s so easy it's ridiculous. It’s so easy that I can’t even begin – I just don’t know where to start. After all, it’s just looking at things. We all do that. It’s simply a way of recording what you see – point the camera at it, and press a button. How hard is that? And what's more, in this digital age, its free - doesn't even cost you the price of film. It’s so simple and basic, it's laughable.

It’s so difficult because it’s everywhere, every place, all the time, even right now. It's the view of this pen in my hand as I write this, it's an image of your hands holding this book, drift your consciousness up and out of this text and see: it's right there, across the room - there... and there. Then it’s gone. You didn’t photograph it, because you didn’t think it was worth it. And now it’s too late, that moment has evaporated. But another one has arrived, instantly. Now. Because life is flowing through and around us, rushing onwards and outwards, in every direction.

But if it's everywhere and all the time, and so easy to make, then what’s of value? which pictures matter? Is it the hard won photograph, knowing, controlled, previsualised? Yes. Or are those contrived, dry and belabored? Sometimes. Is it the offhand snapshot made on a whim. For sure. Or is that just a lucky observation, some random moment caught by chance? Maybe. Is it an intuitive expression of liquid intelligence? Exactly. Or the distillation of years of looking seeing thinking photography. Definitely.

"Life’s single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can admit to in a lifetime, and stay sane"
- Thomas Pynchon, V

Ok, so how do I make sense of that never ending flow, the fog that covers life here and now. How do I see through that, how do I cross that boundary? Do I walk down the street and make pictures of strangers, do I make a drama-tableaux with my friends, do I only photograph my beloved, my family, myself? Or maybe I should just photograph the land, the rocks and trees – they don't move or complain or push back. The old houses? The new houses? Do I go to a war zone on the other side of the world, or just to the corner store, or not leave my room at all?

Yes and yes and yes. That's the choice you are spoiled for, but just don't let it stop you. Be aware of it, but don't get stuck – relax, it’s everything and everywhere. You will find it, and it will find you, just start, somehow, anyhow, but: start.

Okay, but shouldn’t I have a clear coherent theme, surely I have to know what I’m doing first? That would be nice, but I doubt Robert Frank knew what it all meant when he started, or for that matter Cindy Sherman or Robert Mapplethorpe or Atget or... so you shouldn’t expect it. The more preplanned it is the less room for surprise, for the world to talk back, for the idea to find itself, allowing ambivalence and ambiguity to seep in, and sometimes those are more important than certainty and clarity. The work often says more than the artist knows.

Ok, but my photography doesn't always fit into neat, coherent series, so maybe I need to roll freeform around this world, unfettered, able to photograph whatever and whenever: the sky, my feet, the coffee in my cup, the flowers I just noticed, my friends and lovers, and, because it's all my life, surely it will make sense? Perhaps. Sometimes that works, sometimes it’s indulgent, but really it’s your choice, because you are also free to not make 'sense'.

"so finally even this story is absurd, which is an important part of the point, if any, since that it should have none whatsoever seems part of the point too"
- Malcolm Lowry, Ghostkeeper.

Ok, so I do need time to think about this. To allow myself that freedom for a short time. A couple of years. Maybe I won't find my answer, but I will be around others who understand this question, who have reached a similar point. Maybe I’ll start on the wrong road, or for the wrong reasons – because I liked cameras, because I thought photography was an easy option, but if I’m forced to try, then perhaps I’ll stumble on some little thing, that makes a piece of sense to me, or simply just feels right. If I concentrate on that, then maybe it grows, and in its modest, ineffable way, begins to matter. Like photographing Arab-Americans in the USA as human beings with lives and hopes and families and feelings, straight, gay, young, old, with all the humanity that Hollywood never grants them. Or the black community of New Haven, doing inexplicable joyous, ridiculous theatrical-charades that explode my preconceptions into a thousand pieces. Or funny-disturbing-sad echoes of a snapshot of my old boyfriend. Or the anonymous suburban landscape of upstate in a way that defies the spectacular images we're addicted to. Or... how women use our bodies to display who we believe we should be, Or...

"A Novel? No, I don't have the endurance any more. To write a novel, you have to be like Atlas, holding up the whole world on your shoulders, and supporting it there for months and years, while its affairs work themselves out..."
- J. M. Coetzee, Diary of a Bad Year.

And hopefully I will carry on, and develop it, because it is worthwhile. Carry on because it matters when other things don't seem to matter so much: the money job, the editorial assignment, the fashion shoot. Then one day it will be complete enough to believe it is finished. Made. Existing. Done. And in its own way: a contribution, and all that effort and frustration and time and money will fall away. It was worth it, because it is something real, that didn't exist before you made it exist: a sentient work of art and power and sensitivity, that speaks of this world and your fellow human beings place within it. Isn't that beautiful?

Text for Yale MFA graduation book, February 2009.

Homage to Beauty III

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 14:13:00 +0000

Have you seen anything lovelier? I wish I have talent like that! Embroidery by Rita Smirna as cover art for Bueno Aires city guides. (First spotted at emedemarta.)

Another embroiderer whose work makes me wistful –– Susie Cowie.

// Two links for you to check out: Mjölk is visiting local artisans in Japan, and they're letting us tag along on their blog (to follow the travel, you'll have to click on their travel category). If you haven't already, visit uponafold's blog -- I just learnt about Hina Aoyama from there.

Homage to Beauty II

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 08:46:00 +0000

I've always been a huge fan of Agnes Martin's work. I find her work so ethereal, sublime and romantic. When I looked at it up close, I found myself drifting from the smallness of a being to that of being part of the world at large. Even from the monitor screen of the computer, the idea behind her work magnifies itself to become somehow both meditative and contemplative, if that makes sense.

When I came across Jill Sylvia online, I thought her work was evocative of Agnes Martin's spirit. The intricate cut-outs also invoke a sense of fragility that reminds me of lacework, so pretty!

Homage to Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 17:52:00 +0000

Life has been giving me lemons for the past months. Times like these make me become the person who doesn't believe that there is a pot of gold at the end of rainbows.

I don't mind being that person. In fact, truth be told, I'm probably more that person on an average day than the one who clings to ideas of unicorns, tooth fairies and the likes.

But silently cursing at the sky doesn't take away the poison that becomes you as cynicism begins to reign. About the only thing that saves the day, and you might want to avert your eyes if you are adversed to idealism, is beauty.

I think beauty will always prevail in our troubled world. All kinds of ideas of beauty. Beauty will save souls and nourish sickened hearts. Beauty is the superhero of our times.

I'll be sharing some beauty here that my eyes wish they could feast on up close but will unfortunately have to settle for the pixel-based representation. Don't get me wrong, I'm very grateful. But put it this way, if I have money to spend, these beauts are what I would like to be lapping up.

First up, via Teenangster, this piece of surrealistic beaut by Julia Randall. I love that the image titillates just enough to keep me interested yet doesn't make me feel uncomfortable.

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 16:08:00 +0000

After many moons of unrelenting sun and heat, the rain is finally upon us. I find it really invigorating to hear raindrops tip-tapping on the roof. Hope you find these gems I turned up on my recent forage in the vast forest that is the Internet just as invigorating.

Check out Eben Goff's amazing body of work, I especially *heart* his monotypes. Shown above is one of his many beautiful prints. Totally swoon-worthy.

Also having some major hots for this eclectic collection of animal parts and object by Bob de Graaf (below), though it's probably not everybody's cup of tea.

A beautifully animated Japanese haiku entitled 化粧する花 by Izuru Aminaka. I don't read a lick of Japanese, but luckily for me, beauty transcends all earthly boundaries :-) Still, if anyone's up for translating, I'd be mightily grateful!

I dig show-and-tells detailing the process of how something is made or done. Here's an insight into how gorgeous washi paper is made. I found the link via Upon a Fold, a fantastic store of paper goods with an equally fantastic blog.

And lastly, making the rounds in the ol' blogsphere today, an illustrated guide to a Ph.D. Interesting food-for-thought?

PeekaBoo!

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 11:23:00 +0000

I'm tired of looking at my blog with all that blue text and no pretty images so I thought I'll share with you the image that's captured my heart recently, Zimmerlinde by Wolfgang Tillmans. I love the juxtaposition (look at me using fancy art terms) of the flowers with the frosted glass, feels like I can get lost in daydream staring at that scene. Insert obligatory wistful sigh here :-)

Before I leave you, allow me to share a few links I came across today:

–-> This demonstration of the proper Japanese way to bow made me chuckle endlessly, heh heh.

–-> And while the Dog Poo Project is for a noble cause, there's still room for some humor. (Hard not to, given the subject matter I suppose)

–-> Lastly, I haven't tried any of the recipes, but I'm dying to. One of the things I find most frustrating about baking is having to assemble ingredients that I don't normally stock at home. This annoyance is followed closely by the near-impossibility of following instructions to recipes I found online that aren't accompanied by pictorial guidance. (I'm all thumbs and a total novice when it comes to all things baking). So while the mom in "mom it down" doesn't apply to me, her non-fuss style speaks VOLUMES to my inner baker. Itching to try her Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Frosting and Mini Cheesecake. Wish me luck!

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Mon, 31 May 2010 12:13:00 +0000

So it looks like cicak hasn't been cheeky so much as cicak has been absent. To be truthful, I just didn't feel like I have anything to add to blogland. Some days, I think that pretty much all there is to say is already said by someone somewhere sometime. And my take on that is, why add to it unless I really feel the need to. Right?

Anyhoo, popping back in here just to say hi, hope everybody's doing well and to let you know that I continue to update links I ♥. I know I keep calling it blogland, but really, there are way more sites out there than can be defined. I love visiting some of them for the visual pleasure, others for the eye-opening reads, and yet others for some vague sense of company. Whatever you want to call the sites on the list (intentionally left un-categorized), they've never failed to serve me as a source of inspiration. I hope you find them the same too.

What is art about?

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:05:00 +0000

Yeah, on that, I'm still looking for answers :-) However, I do know that what it does do for me, today, is give my blue soul a bit of an uplift. Case in point -- Friederike Hamann, whose work is bringing the corners of my mouth north-wards.

via Come Darkness, a small exhibition of art pieces curated by Maria Vettese.

Hello, anybody out there?

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:11:00 +0000

This poor dead blog o' mine. But no eulogies for it yet as today, yes today!, it's getting a wee jolt of life. It's always so inspiring to see beauty originate from as humble a source as discarded envelopes and newspapers. And Kristiina Lahde's work is so inspiring that I felt I need to shout it out to the world from the top of the mountain (or, okay, from the seat of my chair via a blog). I *heart* her Envelope series.

link via Camilla Engman.

Hi!

noreply@blogger.com (cheeky.cicak) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 18:44:00 +0000

Wow. I didn't think it was possible to stay away from my techie alter-ego for that long. It was a sort of packed end-of-July, in terms of head space, that is :-) A couple of deaths to deal with, a birthday, a missed deadline, ill-health and an assortment of other pesky things nagging away. These eat up not only the hours of the day, they also tire me out, body, mind and soul (clichéd but true!).

However, at the end of the day, it's good to remind oneself that life is about keeping forward. It's alright to stop for air, but once you start thinking you're comfortable and that it's ok to stop at where you are, it can get tricky. A good quote that jolted me up today was uttered by John Maeda, the president of the art and design program in Rhode Island School of Design (RISD) who used to be a professor at MIT (yup! that one). He tweeted, "Being well is much more than, well, just being."

So basically, life is more than just surviving the daily trials. Simple, right? Hmph, if only. Anyhow, for some poignant (IMHO) reflection on life, check out this article about artist Song Dong's mother's life in the New York Times.

I hope I can swing back into a more regular posting schedule.