Sounds Of Tokyo

Javier Aramburu is a professional photographer. He went to the cinema in Barcelona to see the well publicised film 'The sounds of Tokyo'. He was irritated even before he entered the auditorium, when he saw the publicity poster in the foyer showing a closed eye, beautifully made up with triple coloured eye-shadows. He immediately recognised it as his own photo published in 2008 in the fashion magazine 'Avenue'.

After a brief negotiation without satisfactory outcome, he presented the case in court against the film production company 'Mediapro' claiming credit acknowledgement and the 'moral' damage caused by plagiarism. If the judge decides in favour of his petition, all the posters in the streets and anywhere else will be taken down.

Isabel Coixet, the famous director, had admitted she had liked it very much, and had cut it off from a magazine to make a collage. Up to this point perfect. But the use of it as cover for the script and the cinema programmes is for commercial use, as publicity material in posters all over the world, even as a disc cover for the music tracks of the film in an album

I find it quite strange that with her respected status in the international film industry, and her work so closely connected with publicity, she had not bothered to find out whether there's an author behind the art work, and no doubt she knows too any photos for commercial use carry a 25 year period of copyright.

Tags:Tokyo,sounds,eyes

Current Mood: Contemplative

Fun Questions, Smart Answers, Or No Answers!

What does the Statue of Liberty stand for?
Because it can't sit down.

Which burns longer, a red candle or a white candle?
Neither, they both burn shorter.

If King Kong went to Hong Kong to play ping-pong and died, what would they put on his coffin?
A lid.

If you have a referee in soccer, and an umpire in cricket, what do you have in bowls?
Goldfish.

Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?
At the bottom of the document.

How many books can you put on an empty shelf?
One. After that it isn't empty.

How many 2 cent stamps are there in a dozen?
Twelve.

 

A farmer has 17 sheep. All but 9 die. How many does he have left?
Nine.

Why can't a man living in the USA be buried in Canada?
Because he is still alive.

How many birthdays does the average man have?
Only one. When he was born.

Waiter, this food isn't fit for a pig.

I'am sorry Sir, I'll bring you some that is.

Can you answer the following questions??

** Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?

** If the black box flight recorder is never damaged during a plane crash, why isn't the whole airplane made out of the same stuff?

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Can You Outsmart Your Foot?

This is sort of a physiotherapy. It takes just a few seconds.
It will boggle your mind and you will keep trying ...
Over and over again, to see if you can outsmart your foot
But you can't ... It's pre-programmed in your brain!

SO...TRY THIS ...

1) LIFT YOUR RIGHT FOOT OFF THE FLOOR
AND MAKE CLOCKWISE CIRCLES WITH IT.

2) NOW, WHILE DOING THIS, DRAW THE NUMBER ' 6 '

IN THE AIR WITH YOUR RIGHT HAND.

YOUR FOOT WILL CHANGE DIRECTION AUTOMATICALLY.
GIVE IT A TRY AND KEEP ON SMILING ... !!

Tags:PhysiotherapyFoot,Hand

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When Something Works, Don't Change It

I don't remember who originally said "When something works, don't change it". It makes a lot of sense to me, and I have observed that rule as much as I could, especially when this something is in any way remotely to do with technology. Jay Leno, the veteran host of 'The 'Tonight Show' did change in 2009, or forced to, quitting it after 17 years, leaving room for the younger Conen O'Brien.

He returned 3 months later, on different time slot; but everything else was the same. The same format, same jokes, same band. The only difference was, it's worst. It's boring. On his insistence, the table for the interview in the past had been removed (was that the innovation?), giving the impression of improvisation and discomfort for both himself and his 1st guest Jerry Seinfeld.

Kanye West saved the show. Leno asked him what his mother would have been thinking about his bad manners - his mother died in 2007 on the operation table when she was undergoing a cosmetic surgery - West stayed silent for longer than the TV screen could bear, then broke down and cried. That saved Leno's 1st come-back show.

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New York - Formerly New Amsterdam

New York celebrated it's 400th anniversary on September the 9th in 2009, with a journey by boat through the Hudson River, to the discovery of the city. In a replica of the ship 'Half Moon', used by the explorer Henry Hudson in his travel in December of 1609, taking the same route that led to the discovery of the Dutch colony New Amsterdam. It was only later that the name had been changed to New York.

That New York is 404 years old, everybody knows. But I never knew it was called something else, nor whom by, nor the how re. the journey itself.

It doesn't say much about the standard of my knowledge in history, does it? I do now, never too late.

Tag:NewYork,NewAmsterdam

Current Mood: Accomplished

The Green Hat

A man came in the cafe this morning and sat at a table next to mine. Even I was flipping a magazine at the time, he had immediately captured my attention. No he wasn't good looking or had any physical peculiarity. It's the green hat he was wearing, and also a T-shirt, one of those that carry weird messages or declarations printed on the chest front. His says 'I am a damned fool', big in size and loud in colour, in Chinese. The text by itself wouldn't have drawn my attention; I have seen much more ridiculous, absurd or silly ones. But together with the green hat, it would have made all Chinese laugh out loud, and wink or gesture to their companions.

To tell you why I need to first tell you a little story, not exact story perhaps, but the significance of the green hat in Chinese culture. Not exactly culture either; let's say a rather deep-rooted black humour, the origin of which is even more absurd than it's century old belief. Briefly It's about a turtle whose wife had many lovers. The foolish and gutless husband turtle took to covering himself with the large green leaf of the banana tree, so he didn't have to witness the painful scenes of his wife's infidelity. With that any Chinese would rather die first before he would wear a green hat. It also follows logically the insult that a man would be called a turtle, the one that prostitutes his wife.

Now back to the man with the green hat. I don't know his nationality but quite sure he is neither Chinese nor Spanish. In theory his green hat, or rather his willingness to wear it, matters not at all anywhere else except in China. Adding the loud self proclaimed message of 'I am a damned fool', to me anyway, it's funny. Even though I don't believe in that ridiculous fable of the turtles.

I was tempted to tell this guy the story and the meaning of the message in Chinese. He most likely didn't even know the significance of either. But then what if he did but chose to ignore it or be defiant or unique? I decided to say nothing.

I have always found it odd that so many people like the kind of shirts with crazy messages on. Especially the ones with extremely vulgar statements. I think they ought to know the meaning of the text when it's in a foreign language, to avoid making a real fool of himself in certain environment.

Tags:greenhat,turtle,fool

Current Mood: Blah

How I Miss My Exwife! - My Fiction Story

It was more or less 8 O'clock in the afternoon on a summer day, with the setting sun over the horizon at the beach, still warm and brilliant. I was in my Hawaiian Bermudas, a bar T-shirt, and a straw hat. I was completely unpresentable, unshaven and with a hangover. Truth is I was a bit reluctant to appear in front of my only suspect like this. An antithesis of a private detective.

A couple of hours ago my friend Joan called to offer me a case. Since I installed myself in L'escala, I have not had any serious case in hand, apart from the one of the missing rowing oars months ago, when things were beginning to turn ugly. Clearly, to establish a detective agency in a quiet coastal town is destined for failure. Like George Michael's disc 'Listen without prejudice'.

My ex-wife reminded me just 2 days ago that I was 2 months behind the payment owed to her when she called 'reverse charge', and added several out of fashion insulting curses. "I have been very busy, Claudia," while I switched off the porno video. "Besides I got piles of bills here to sort out" crumbling noisily the pizza wrapper.

She finally hung up, but not without the threats to have me kicked out of my place first. Her called made me sad, and I began to miss her, including things about her that exasperated me most. The noises she made when she chewed on food, the way her dress is badly wrinkled and sometimes with the zip only half done up. The smell of her feet.

Putting on my only pair of socks, I decided to go out and earn some money, quick. Then I took them off and thought maybe I could wait just a day or two more. That's when Joan called me. " don't Don't even dream of it, pal. You know I never work in August. (Translation: I am desperate, any case will do)

"Don't you do that to me. You are the 1st one I thought of. Only you can do it. (Translation: All the good detectives are on vacation. You are my last hope)

I accepted. This time it's not about a little boy gone missing. A group of local Habaneras (Fishermen singers of ballads) has been assassinated. Their bloody striped shirts were found with the singers in them, where they were rehearsing. At the crime scene an accordion was found, Juan's.

"You know already that everybody was pointing his finger at you lot, Juan, the competition group" I said. Juan was puffing and blowing. "But I told you I have alibi."

What am I supposed to do, I asked him. He didn't know. Frankly I didn't either. Suddenly I remembered the smell of the hand cream of my ex-wife, even her feet. How I wished then I was back at our home, me in the couch watching football, waiting for her to come home after her work as a cleaner (fancily called 'Domestic assistant' these days) to make me dinner.

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We Are What We Do ...

When there's love, words are not important nor necessary. And when love is absent, words only serve to dissimulate it's sorry state in some occasions, and not even that in the rest. Our feelings, emotions and sentiments are often expressed in our eyes, our face, the hands and what's termed the body language. Most of the time much more effective and clearer than words. Believe it or not, we humans are rather transparent, despite what words come out of our mouths.

What's more, most of our body language and gestures are universal, that's why foreigners can communicate quite a lot with each other without knowing the other's language. Darwin was the first scientist in documenting human gestures like shrugging one's shoulder expresses impotence of a thing or a situation, raised one's open hands to show great surprise, or sweeping with an extended arm like a bullfighter to invite someone to enter, etc. He recorded all these in his book in 1872 ' Expressions of emotions in men and animals'.

Tags:gestures,bodylanguage

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Wordless Love

It's just a regular summer scene. People in the cafes are not the ones that go there only for coffee or some other refreshment. They all seem to have plenty of time and many brought with them pocket novels to read to pass the time, sitting in the open terraza sunbathing at the same time. The couple sitting near me are both reading a book. For ages there's not a single word exchanged between them. I thought at first surely they are too young to have said it all already to each other.

Then I saw it, which comforted and reassured me that everything is just fine. She, without lifting her eyes from her book and without saying a word, simply put her hand across to grab his gently, and he took it, raised it to his lips, kissed it, and gently put it down on his lap; his eyes too were all that time still on his book. All that in total silence, without as much as an eye contact. But things are absolutely fine between them. They had wordlessly shown their love for each other. Their casual gesture says it all.

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Current Mood: Cheerful

The Dessert Spoon

I was invited to dine out unexpectedly last night, by phone. Unexpected as this friend and I usually go out for dinner only at weekends, and always in restaurants with reputation of serving excellent food, as he is nuts about fine food as I am. "I'll pick you up in half an hour.' and he hung up without saying another word.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, shedding the home clothes I had on my way up. I dressed hurriedly but taking care to ensure that I looked elegant enough to keep up my 'weekend only' image, so as not to clash with the posh restaurant settings. At home I am normally in jeans and baggy tops.

In the car on our way, I learned that the restaurant he had booked us in is 'La Llar' on the outskirts of Roses. My enthusiasm immediately dropped down to the carpeted floor of the car under my feet. I told him I had been there once before, many years ago, but had loved the place and hated the food just as much. He said the management had changed hands, the chef too, and that several of his friends had recommended it, and all said it was wonderful.

The restaurant looked even lovelier than I remembered. A 19th century country mansion converted to an elegant restaurant, with decors mainly antique, old fashioned features like old oak beams, stoned walls and paintings on the walls by famous old masters. But dotted discreetly here and there were some modern touches that mixed tastefully to please the eye without imposing their presence.

The food too was marvellous, served in enormous double plates (Never did quite understand why so many posh restaurants do that), and presented with such artful, and skilful, decorations of leaves and twigs, flowers and other artistic ornaments, sprays of some sort of presumably edible dust of something.

Every course came to the table looking like some of Picasso's paintings. They make you stared at them for ages and feel very guilty messing up the harmony of colours and shapes by eating it. The main item you actually ordered is exquisite, but the portion was so very tiny, I was sure a cat would have felt insulted and meowed it's complaint and protest.

We left the restaurant hungrier than before we went in, as by then it was 2 hours later, and our appetite had been cruelly awaken, teased, then unattended to and abandoned!

The following picture is the dessert in it's actual size, surrounded by, again, vegetation, mounted puffs of cream, techni-colour dusts and a mint leaf. The edible part was heavenly, but the best part was the spoon. Doesn't it look lovely? I had a wicked urge to steal it, to compensate for my indignation of being left hungry. But such daring misconduct needs constant practice and rehearsal which I don't have. The thought of it entertained me for a few minutes though. 

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