grandma and gido

*hearts*

bina hill institute: what is this!? a centre for ants!?

esg,
how i long to be sitting in the apartment formerly known as "ours," watching zoolander and eating m&m's and other various snackfoods from mac's and being emilonely.

the ants here are crazy. they are everywhere. in high school, kds used to have an irrational fear of ants, and was certain that one day they would work together and form a human-like structure (like the fish who make shapes in "finding nemo") and terrorize humans. or something like that. anyway, fear of ants. they are everywhere, and they can sense food from a million miles away. if i leave my tea cup out too long, they attack it. spills on tables are other good targets. however, my favorite ant experience thus far has been watching them on the walls in the bathroom. it's super funny and almost indescribable. without fail, if two ants are coming from different directions, they will head STRAIGHT TOWARDS each other, stop briefly about 1 mm from each other, and then continue on in the direction they were initially heading:
EVERY SINGLE ANT did this. even if one was coming from the top right side of the wall, and the other was coming from the bottom left, they would find a way to meet head-on, stop, and then continue. weird, cute, and highly entertaining.

the 16th

excuse the colloquialism, but some pretty bad shit went down last night.

essentially, crystal, my work partner, got assaulted at amerindian heritage days. it happened at about 3 in the morning, when i had already gone back to our place to sleep. basically, two men trapped her in an outhouse stall with a knife. she thought quickly and pushed her way out, cutting her hand on the knife before the assault could get any worse. i'm not sure if the intent was a robbery, or sexual. either way...

we're pretty shaken. i might be even more shaken than she is. send prayers for strength and wisdom as we figure out what to do. i don't want to leave, and this was most likely a one-time thing (it was late, with a large crowd and a lot of drunk people - a scene we probably won't be in again), but i still feel pretty freakin' scared.


also, we found out today that we probably won't be getting the room we were supposed to. so for the next 7 months, we'll basically be homeless, moving around whenever the administrators want the space we are occupying. which will be really hard on me. i thought a lot about "home" and "space" this year, and it's pretty psychologically necessary to have a "place," even if it's really small or really basic, to call your own. eff. well, thank you, learning experience.

lime in the coconut

today's highlights (besides birthday cake and presents, including yellow string and a bottle of water) have mostly revolved around food, and the fact that it was all a change from the monotony of chicken and rice. we had "bake" this morning, which is what the guyanese call fry bread. we also had a chocolate cake i made right after breakfast. at heritage days, one of the girls bought me a delicious banana. i came back to bina hill and had fries and fried chicken and tea. so many flavours!!! i can hardly handle it!!! also, bina hill had some visitors from brazil today - 2 researchers and their 2 interns. the interns were very excited about the fact that they could buy peanut butter from the shop here - i guess they can't get it in brazil. funny how flavour is such a huge thing to us.

one thing i haven't mentioned yet is our juice source - we have a few lime trees growing around the yard, so we often make lime juice with limes, sugar, and water. rumor has it there are mangoes around here, but it isn't mango season yet, so i'm not sure how true those rumors are. it is orange season, though, so i buy as many oranges as i can when i see people who are selling freshly-picked ones.

in time of daffodils

with hopes of satisfying my crafting addiction, and unable to bring all my crochet gear, i brought some seed beads and thread to guyana to make beaded bracelets. yesterday and today i've been making bracelets at the heritage day grounds, just for something to do while nothing else is going on, and about 10 different women have come up to me to just sit and watch and talk beading. so cute. i've really struggled this year with issues of "identity" and finding out who i am. i think it's pretty safe to say i'm a crafter. and i like that. i love the global community of people (women especially) who are just compelled to create with their hands. i love that all those women were so friendly and smiley and wanting to share techniques and patterns. so awesome. even young girls and some boys would come watch me. i liked it a lot. i hope that i can learn some traditional crafts here, particularly basket weaving.

in response to emilonely's "p.s. tell me about your job, dangit!":
basically, i've had a hard time figuring out exactly what my job is. crystal and i are working as "assistant coordinators," under the Youth Leadership Program's coordinator rawle. rawle is a great guy, but VERY disorganized and CONSTANTLY late. right now, the YLP has 5 youth, aged 19-23, who are from various villages in the north rupununi region of guyana. these youth started the program last september, and will be in the program for another year. basically, the program was created to help aid guyanese youth in finding a voice. we do leadership training, public speaking workshops, awareness of social issues, things like that. it is actually a pretty sweet program. the youth are great, but they are very quiet (kind of darcy-esque). so... we work with these 5 youth, and then those 5 youth go out into their communities and other surrounding communities, and take what they've learned to the youth there. it's neat. but we haven't done a whole lot of work yet because of heritage days.

next week, we are helping to host a youth forum for the youth of north rupununi. it should be good, if we can just get organized. that's one of my major frustrations. rawle has good intentions, but NEVER gets things organized or done on time, and i wouldn't mind getting those things done, except that he doesn't really give us any direction. so, i either avoid stepping on toes and do nothing, or i just bulldoze my way in and take over a project. hmm. the week after the youth forum, we are hosting a youth-elder conference. after that, we are going to a cultural camp a few hours away from here with youth from the south or south central district. then we do a little bit of "training," then our youth go to their communities for a week, then we have a week off, then we get ready for the canadian youth to come (a group of canadian indigenous youth are coming for the month of november to help do training and stuff in the communities. they are part of ghost river rediscovery, too). then... back in the communities, and then christmas!

on the 12th

yesterday i was trying to rest on the bleachers at the heritage days festival, and this guy came up to me and asked for water. he kept talking to me and flirting and touching my skin and being a general annoyance, but i am too naive and polite to make men like that leave me alone, so he ended up following me around (and trying to touch me) for an hour or two. i feel so uncomfortable around males in the first place, but foreign men trying to flirt with me makes me sick to my head and my stomach. guyanese men are a little more flirtatiously reserved than the men in cuba or the dominican republic, but if i strain my ear when i walk, i can hear "tsk tsks" and "ey white garl" being quietly called. i really don't like it, and it leads me to spend even more time by myself than i already normally do.

i went for a walk by myself along a sand roadway in the savannah. without exception, every single person i passed smiled brightly at me and greeted me with a "good morning" or "good afternoon." so friendly. even walking around heritage days, i will smile a small smile at people and be met with a huge grin. cute. they kind of remind me of the people i saw in eden valley. so shy and humble, but curious and friendly.

i'm finding it hard to have conversations with people. guyana is the only english-as-a-first-language nation in south america, but their english is very carribbean, and i have a REALLY hard time understanding it. they also speak quite softly, so most people have to repeat what they say 2 or 3 times before i understand it. boo.

also, i forgot to write about my experience on the first morning i was here. in true colonial fashion, a white lady from the UK made it quite clear to me and crystal that we and other non-locals, herself excluded, of course, were not welcome in the north rupununi. she has continued to make little comments here and there and just generally make us feel like garbage. to make matters worse, she is the reason we are still "homeless" - she is staying in our "room" for the next week or so, so we have to sleep in a little shack a few buildings over. nice. anyways, she's a basketcase, and i don't let her get to me too much. i have talked to her a little bit about starting a recycling program here, which i am REALLY excited about.

anyways. going for tea.

linger

God bless the soul who fished my toothbrush out of the mud under the shower planks, rinsed it off, and left it on the shower shelf for me to find it this morning. now i have to decide whether i want to attempt to disinfect it by putting it in boiling water, or if i should just throw it out. (i did buy a new toothbrush yesterday, which makes me think i should just throw the old one out. but the old one is one of those ones where you keep the stem and just change the bristles every few weeks, and i still have 3 extra bristles that will fit. dilemma.)

i was looking through the computer here today to try to find some files, and i came across TWO letters saved on this computer that were addressed to darcy. a girl who worked for AFL this summer had volunteered here in guyana a few years ago, and the letters were cover letters and stuff. eff. i seriously can't get away from him, wherever i go. it sucks.

september wish list

last night was our first night in annai. i had a shower just before i went to sleep, and managed to drop my toothbrush in the process. awesome. so i had a little cry over that. but it was good, too, because i had to realize pretty fast that things aren't going to be easy around here, so i'd better get used to that. i feel better today (i was also feeling pretty gross yesterday because one of the girls was saying that we will inevitably get worms, and parasites, and bugs burrowing into our skin. awesome.)

anyways, here is my wish list for september, in case you'd like to mail me something useful (e-mail me if you don't have my address):
-gatorade powder (preferably "blue" - everything that is available to drink here is SUPER sugary, and we don't really have any real fruit juices. so gatorade seems like the best in terms of flavour + energy)
-blue pens (i like "BIC ultra round stic grip" ones)
-pad of lined paper
-snack foods ("special k" granola bars (in chocolate, vanilla or strawberry); maybe pretzels or licorice or something; ; granola mix (maybe with almonds and honey or something))
-vanilla bean hot chocolate mix from second cup
-pictures of your fine selves
-pictures of autumn in alberta


that's all for now - i'll probably add more later.
love cayliedawn

winter

so... i am finally at the bina hill institute in annai, guyana. i still don't officially have a place to call "home" yet, though - my partner, crystal, and i don't get to move into our shared "bedroom" until next week, because amerindian heritage celebrations are taking place here next week, and our room is being used by visitors. so currently, we are sharing a room with 2 or 3 other girls.

anyway, since i wrote last, a LOT has happened.

i attended a 10-day wilderness training for my job at a camp called wolf dreamers. the camp was near banff. there were about 16 of us, mostly girls, and it was really neat and crazy. at times, it felt like the most relaxed camp ever, because we didn't have a super intense schedule that we had to follow. but it was pretty exhausting anyway. highlights for me include...
-sleeping in a tipi with a fire every night. genius.
-playing barefoot in the forest
-playing cute games in the forest like "eagle eyes" and "deer ears"
-starting a fire with A PIECE OF FUNGUS. we learned how to make fires in a variety of ways, including scraping off a bit of fungus from a birch tree, getting the fungus to burn as a coal after lighting it with a flint-and-steel thing, placing the coal in a bundle of dry grass, and blowing steadily on the coals until the grass caught fire. i singed some of my hair in the process.
-sitting nekkid in the forest by myself. awesome and highly advisable.
-being delighted by some spongey moss on a mountain
-walking in the river
-eating all organic food and bison meat.
-setting up my tarp so that i stayed dry for my entire solo
-going on a 45-hour solo (10 a.m. tuesday to 7 a.m. thursday) and not being freaked out by the dark or the forest or the idea of being by myself for so long.
-surviving my solo and the freezing cold, the thunder and lightning, and the threat of snow that had come to the mountains above my solo spot.
-seeing snow one more time, because i am going to miss it this year.
-going to sweat at 5:30 a.m. and seeing the sun come up between rounds. best ever.
-earnestly seeking to let things go. i hold on to too much. it's no good.

some lowlights:
-ridiculous, painful, itchy skin allergies on my hands, elbows, feet, and knees that started on friday, august 25 and continued on until about two days ago.
-thinking about darcy a lot - one of the girls in the program worked for darcy this summer, which just served to make things worse. no, no good.

i came back to kelsey's for a night, and then mom and dad came to calgary. we drove to canmore to stay in my uncle's condo for the night, and then we stayed in a hotel on sunday night, and then monday at noon i flew out of calgary to new york. crystal and i had a 12-hour layover in new york, which was brutal. people were rude and unhelpful, benches were cold and hard, and we were exhausted. we flew out of new york early in the morning on tuesday, arriving in georgetown, guyana after a quick stop in trinidad.

we stayed in a rented house in georgetown for two nights. i bought two hammocks (one for bina hill, and the other for travelling) and a pink bicycle. last night we left georgetown on the bus, and took the 12-hour trip through the rainforest to arrive in annai at 9 this morning. we haven't done a whole lot today, except try to get settled. some of the boys assembled crystal's bike for her, but mine is still in the box. i did have a shower outside, which was really nice. there are a couple of flush toilets and indoor showers here, but i think i'll be using the outdoor shower most of the time. there's no hot water, but the water we do have isn't super cold, so the showers are just perfect in the sun.

i am going to go see if someone will help me with my bicycle.

rock!!!rock!!!rock!!!

today. no, yesterday. yesterday. yesterday i drove home in the jeep, and highway 16 eastbound is pretty much off-roading without the pleasure of mud and puddles. thank you, alberta infrastructure. i met my dad in vegreville for lunch at vito's, and then i drove to vermilion. i sat at home and crocheted mittens - some for alyssa, some for courtney, some for myself....

oh! i remember what i was going to say about yesterday. as i was driving home, somewhere between vegreville and vermilion, i was thinking about what my dad thinks about me going to guyana. as usual, our meal in vegreville consisted of him trying to persuade me to not go to guyana, and instead, encouraging me to plan out all my life right now and to get a job at husky oil for the rest of my life. he is worried about a million things that could go wrong on the trip. and as i was driving, i kept thinking about how, when i worked at the shelters, i would always look up at the clock on the wall to see what time it was. but since it was the middle of the night, and all the clients were sleeping, the room would be dark, and for some reason, my eyes couldn't focus on the hands of the clock if i looked straight at it. but strangely, if i looked slightly to the left or right of the clock, my peripheral vision could pick up the position of the hands, and i could tell the time. anyways, it just reminded me of all this guyana stuff because if you look at it straight on, like my dad is, it is difficult to make sense of why i am going. there is a bunch of stuff that could make me sick, physically, mentally, and emotionally, and it seems like there will be a lot of things that will be really difficult. a smoother course would be to stay in edmonton, in familiarity and comfort, and just get a job and keep it for a million years and save money. but i have to look at this all like i looked at the clock - not straight on, but a little to the left or right. by focusing on things around guyana, instead of guyana itself, it just seems so clear that this is the right thing for me. all the things i've done for the last few years, working with AFL and the shelters and at the museum; all the possibilities for the future, like the native studies program at the u of a; and the things in the present, like the deep need and desire to leave the city for an extended period of time - all those things combined make that thing in the middle, that time in guyana, a little more clearer. so i shall be confident in that, hope for the best, and be thankful for friends' thoughts and prayers.

anyway... back to my time at home. i watched "match point" with my mom, which, like all movies lately, was too too long. boo. but we also made some blueberry crumble, which was magically delicious.

today, i was up at 9:30 and my mom made us tea biscuits. mm-mmm. i crocheted some more, and watched "hank williams first nation" by myself. i liked it. i especially liked hearing names like "salt prairie" and "grouard" and stuff like that, and being excited because i knew where they were. they even mentioned "vermilion," but i think that they might have meant fort vermilion, if they were even referring to a real place at all. neat, still. and it was nice to hear the men talk in cree in one part. i am quickly becoming convinced that cree is the prettiest language in the world.

my mom and i made fajitas, and i cleaned up, and then we went into town so i could say goodbye to my grandma and gido. their street was being torn up, so we had to park a couple of blocks away and walk to their house. as usual, they were crazy and funny. my grandma had broken one of her teeth on a hard white candy, and her smile was really different. i didn't like it. i am used to her smile being one way. everything changes when your smile changes. she was wearing a hat that she had found in one of the barns at the farm when she went this week. EVERY time she comes to our house, she sings this little song, whether she's wearing a hat or not:

"i had a hat when i came in,
i hung it on the rack.
i'll have a hat when i go out,
or i'll break somebody's back."

funny. it was nice to see them. it's something i don't like to think about, but i sure hope i will see them again when i get back. they are so constantly entertaining, and i really like their funny little laughs and ukrainian accents and jewish-esque vernacular ("oi, yoi, yoi").

one of the best things of all summer is what happened when my mom and i were walking out to the car. just when we were getting into the car, this jeep full of boys listening to the tragically hip sped by, then parked at the end of the construction. six boys got out, and started skateboarding. after a few seconds, i realized that two of the boys were cassidy and cody harbak! anyone not from vermilion can never understand how exciting and wonderful that was, but hopefully andrea and kelsey can. little jonas was there too. it was good to talk to the boys, and see that not much has really changed (except for chad and cassidy's matching wives). i seriously miss them and chad and jonas like mad. jonas and his wife are apparently in thailand, which is crazy. i still have a little bit of time to convert, with the hopes that the last standing harbak will marry me.

anyways, jehovah's witness high school friends aside, my evening continued with a ride back to edmonton and a visit with a very supportive, very understanding courtney p. i'm glad we got to hang out. i'm glad she understands stuff.

tomorrow i have to pack up a little bit, then drive to calgary. that will be nice. one of my all-time favorite things to do is to drive by myself for long distances and listen to music. then kelseydawn and i might go see pirates of the carribean II. then my training officially starts on monday! let's hope calgary transit is as fast, friendly, and reliable as ETS.

"s.o.l., in existential terms"

i hung out with dr. e and dr. zinck before my kickball party on wednesday. we sat on the patio at high level diner and ate WAY too much blueberry crumble. as always, it was nice to hear dr. zinck make sense of relationships and life, and to hear dr. e make sense of superman, pirates of the carribean II, and johnny depp.

my kickball party was nice. small, but nice. bri, joel, bethany, karen, julie, and her friend john showed up, as well as darcy, to my surprise. we only played one and a half innings, but i think that team caylie-joel-karen came out on top, despite being at bat only once. we were too tired to play any more than that, so we ate strawberries and salt and pepper chips, and then we went to my house to eat dairy queen ice cream. nice to talk to bethany about glue sticks and hiking boots, to joel about poetry, and to karen and bri about travelling. as a side note, i am thrilled to say that i haven't really gotten noticeably sick from my immunizations. hip, hip, hooray!

yesterday i hung out with dr. e yet again, as karen, julie, julie's friend john, and i went to her house for a pizza party. nice to be able to hang out and say goodbye.

jenni's band, "illfit outfit," played at the sidetrack last night. it was nice to see lots of king's people, and nice to finally meet landon, and nice to be able to say goodbye to lots of people. i think jenni is my new band crush, thanks to her many facial expressions and cute little stiff, girl, "pop pop pops." i had a really strong urge to just get up and go home in the middle of the set, and i had to fight it pretty hard to avoid hurting people's feelings by not saying goodbye. it's not like i didn't like the music, but... i don't know. something in me gets restless. i used to listen to it a lot more often, but for the last couple of years, i've really begun to fight it for other peoples' sake. but i think i'm going to start listening again. i like it and it feels good.

i talked to courtney for a long time on msn after i got home, and i am still pretty disappointed i haven't gotten to see her. maybe i will come into edmonton saturday night to hang out, but i'll have to see. i sure do like her, and i wish we hung out more.

today i have to/get to drive my dad's jeep back home, but i'm not sure i am insured on it. let's hope. my car is being a piece of garbage, and keeps unlocking every two seconds when i drive, and the alarm went off last week WHILE i was driving, and now it unlocks itself when it is parked. yikes. but i don't have the money/time to get it fixed. eff. i just hope i don't find anyone sleeping in it or something.

off to vermilion now.

bff day

in honor of bff day (which was yesterday, apparently):




















*hearts*

"my embassy told me to never get off!"

this morning i was walking down to roots organic market, and this man, about 60 years old, drove by. he wasn't fat, but he was big, and he was driving his mid-90's convertible with the top down. he was shirtless, and had a big bouquet of red flowers in the passenger seat. awesome.

yesterday i had two really great hang-out dates. first, i went to see dr. e at her new condo. it is fantastic - tons of space, well-picked colors, and it is very "her." i told her all about guyana, and she was so supportive and encouraging. i really feel like this whole trip is part of providence/fate/destiny/a calling/"plans to prosper... and not to harm," and it was nice to hear from someone who feels the same way. not like anyone really thinks it isn't, but try explaining providence to parents who would rather worry about things that are out of our control. anyways, she was very excited for me, and i certainly appreciated that. especially since she really knows the things i've been up to and interested in for the last couple of years.

later in the evening, i drove to karen's house and we went to julie and janelle's welcome home party. it was great to be with karen again, and just talk and driveand hang out. the party turned out to be the most enjoyable social gathering i've been to in a long time. a lot of the king's women's basketball alumnae were there, and it was good to see them again and listen to (but not understand) frantically excited talk about professional and local basketball. julie and janelle told some very animated and entertaining stories about their time in europe, and in doing so helped to quell some of the fears i have about homesickness. it was nice to hang out with a group of young women who identify themselves as "christian" and who i respect so much. good times. thanks, girls.

today, after blueberry crumble with dr. e, i am having my kickball party. i don't think there is a large quantity of people planning to come, but those coming are of top-notch quality. if there are not enough players and the game falls through, we can always feed the ducks and the geese and then come home and eat dairy queen cake and watch the challengers. fun day.

prone to wander

i hate endings. i hate goodbyes and last days and final episodes. i hate leaving places and i hate leaving people. i am a sucker and i cry every single time.

friday was the last day i spent in sucker creek/grouard. in the morning, as i was getting ready, lee came into my room with her little pink nightgown on, and offered me a set of airline cutlery as a going away present. so cute. i went to work for the day, and headed back to her house one last time to say goodbye. i had to finish packing up a bit, and she had to leave to help with family camp, but we hugged and cried and she kept saying, "you'll make it, my girl." i'm not exactly sure what "making it" entails, but it was nice to hear. i watched the simpsons, and then i left. my goodbyes to places are often characterized first by slows walks around, then long, sad gazes through the rearview mirror.

i will miss you, boreal forest. i will miss you, lesser slave lake. you too, my sunflowers. i will also miss the people: lee and meghan; the other museum staff; the staff of fountain tire and IGA and the leisure centre in high prairie, who i got to see fairly regularly.

i will miss being junior high-esque with meghan, getting creeped out and running away from the scary part of the museum; spying on the hot construction boys; trying to find excuses to go to high prairie; and being museum snobs, snickering about the ignorant masses who, for instance, think that buffalo live in alberta (buffalo live in asia and africa - we only have bison here).

anyway...

on my 4-hour drive back to edmonton, i realized that my distaste for endings is (unfortunately) coupled with an equal and opposite restlessness and need for change. the thought of full time jobs or living in the same place for more than about a year sends me into a low-grade panic attack. i am excited for my trip to guyana, but i am always so wary of how the beginning of one thing means the end of something else. often, that new beginning is healthier and better, and i know that, but i still just hate, hate, hate goodbyes.



tomorrow morning i'm off to capital health to get a million immunizations and malaria pills. cheers to sitting inside for three days, being sick from vaccinations! woo!

you've got it made with the guy in shades

hearing corey hart on the radio this morning has inspired me, and i believe that a summer 2006 viewing of "the challengers" is in order. let me know if yer interested.

bury my heart at innisfree

some things i liked this week:

1. i went longboarding at the u of a last saturday, and i heard some squawky birds, so i laid down to watch them. one of the magpies flew away, but one flew close to me. first, he pecked at some gum that was stuck to the side of a bench, and then he pecked at a big bolt on the bench. then, he made eye contact with me, and kind of tilted his head, and we watched each other. he hopped over to me, and looked at my legs, and then hopped around to the other side of me. then he started pecking at my shoes and trying to eat them. i was laughing sooo hard, but he still kept doing it. cute. it reminded me of richard seine.

2. driving out of edmonton on highway 16A: i was behind a big, dirty semi and there was something pink dragging underneath it, near one of the back wheels. so i sped up to see what it was; to see if it was what i thought it was. and... indeed. it was a little girl's pink bodysuit with a tutu attached. part of me really liked it and wondered at it, and part of me felt really sick about it.

3. i like that my friends have been so supportive of my trip, especially andrea. nice to have support, even when you ditch out on fun vacations.

4. i liked reading jenni-girl's blogs. nice how she writes. nice what she writes.

5. i liked how hard it rained a few nights ago. i am excited for the rainy season in guyana.

6. i liked coming home for the fair with jenni, and seeing kelsey and mitch and andrea and trent. i liked that my grandma and gido came over to visit, and that they are so funny and crazy. i like that kelsey is so crazy about cotton candy. i like that i can spend time with her in calgary before i leave. i liked picking raspberries with andrea, and talking about soccer.

far, far away

i know blogs are lame, but i also know that spying on people over the internet without them knowing about it is awesome, so here is my online journal.

two weeks ago, i was planning on going to tofino for all of september, and then hoping for the best in terms of employment after that trip was finished. but last monday, i got a call from an agency i had sent an application to, and they said that someone who had been hired had dropped out, and there was a spot open. so... on monday, i found out about the position, tuesday morning i had the interview, and kind of assumed i hadn't gotten the position when i didn't get a call for a second interview by wednesday night (this was all happening super fast). then on thursday, when i was getting my car fixed in high prairie, the girl called me and offered me the position. so...

i am going to guyana, south america for 7 months!

my flight leaves in early september, and training is in calgary from mid-august until the end of the month.

here are a few links, if y'wanna know what i'll be doing:

the program i am working for:
http://ghostriverrediscovery.com/ypi.htm

http://ghostriverrediscovery.com/ypi_country.htm#guyana

map/info of guyana (i'll be in annai, guyana):
http://www.guyana.org/guymap.html

picture of where i'll be living:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ethantate/202788649/