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• Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
  by Maxwell Edward

  “Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…

  “Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”

• Post-Processing and ReSale of Photography and Artwork
  by Stephen Mitchell

  After viewing a few works around RB tonight, I felt compelled to determine two things: ^1. If it is legal to use, edit, or alter pho…

  After viewing a few works around RB tonight, I felt compelled to determine two things: 1. If it is legal to use, edit, or alter photographs of other professional or nonprofessional photographers or artists. This includes photographs of paintings. / 2. If it legal to resell imagery/photographs of other professional or nonprofessional photographers or artists. I was unsure if it were legal/appropriate to make a profit from a composition, montage, mosaic, or crop parts of an original photograph. I viewed a lot of interesting ‘images’ that comprised of montage, mosaic and composition work , and asked: “Is it truly legal to sell this without the permission of the original photographer or artist?” I’ve seen a few montages that incorporate record-covers into interesting circular formations. It looks nice, but is it legally allowed to be sold? There’s no question you can create it and store it on your own computer, but can you sell it to others if you are not the originating artist? Your work might be original … but the images used to create it are someone else’s! A lot of googling, reading, researching has gone for the past THREE HOURS. Verbal debate with my wife on the matter was interesting. We both agreed and disagreed on a number of issues. Thus, I had to compile the list of sites we read through… These web sites may help you to determine if ‘imagery’ may or may not be able to be sold through Redbubble: 01. Legal Pitfalls in Taking or Using Photographs of Copyright Material, Trademarks and People / This one is VITALLY important we all read, specifically Section 1.5 / 1.5 Will you do something that actually constitutes an act which the copyright owner has the exclusive right to make? / As indicated earlier, photographing a copyright work is considered a way of reproducing the work, and this is an act which the copyright owner has the exclusive right to do. This is why you may need to get prior permission to include a copyright work in your shot. Some other activities that only the copyright owner has the exclusive right to do (and for which you may need permission) are: / 1. Making prints of a work, scanning it into digital form, photocopying it, copying digital works, etc.; / 2. Making a collage from several different photographs or images; / 3. Adding new artistic elements to an existing work (e.g., colorizing a black and white picture); / 4. Photographing someone’s work and then displaying the photo to the public (e.g., exhibiting the photo in a gallery, supplying copies to the public in postcard form, putting it on a website, sending it to customers via email, etc.). 02. Publicity Celebrities and Photographs … 15 Minutes of Fame Is A Property Right By Andrew Hudson, PhotoSecrets.com 03. Business of Scanning Art and reselling , Photo.net, July 2004 04. The Law for Photographers: Do I Need Permission? An Introduction to the Legal Aspects of Travel Photography , By Dianne Brinson, copyright attorney for PhotoSecrets.com 05. Copyright : It Costs You Nothing 06. Digital Manipulation of Photography 07. What is Copyright Protection 08. The Australian Commonwealth Consolidated Acts … Copyright Act 1968 09. All of Andrew Nemeth’s Articles and Essays . These make great reading. I started writing this article at about 10.00am. It’s now 1.40am, and my mind is filled with new information that has revolutionised my thoughts about photographing people in public places! 10. Privacy Laws, Commonwealth of Australia Before you react, I don’t mean to be a killjoy. / I applaud the amazing efforts and creativity of the people that spend time producing their work. But I also want you to know what is appropriate and fair use of intellectual property on the internet. You might find yourself in a lot of hot water if you don’t take a read of the websites listed above! So take care when you the following statement on a web page, in a book or wherever … “All images and content on these pages are the exclusive property of name of artist. They may not be saved copied reproduced or used for any reason without written permission from name of artist.” Take care when you present the image of a celebrity within your montage. They may not appreciate you making money at their expense. Would you like to go up against Bono, dollar for dollar? I suspect he can afford bigger lawyers. This post also is a follow up piece to the previous article of a similar nature Laws Against Defacing Art

• STILL USING OUR WORKS.
  by Crokus Label

  They are stil using our works… Polyvore.com is still using our works in their “sets” They are still using the “sets” that people …

  They are stil using our works… Polyvore.com is still using our works in their “sets” They are still using the “sets” that people created with our art… http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/search?idx=collection&query=redbubble&x=0&y=0 / the sets this HAS to go too… it is part of our petition’s / Demand as followed -We, users of RedBubble.com ask that all of our works be completely removed from Polyvore.com. That also includes all works that have been created with our original and copyrighted material. We have to keep on mooving and signing the petition… please send this link / http://www.redbubble.com/people/crokuslabel/writing/266182-petition-to-stop-copyright-theft-at-polyvore-com to as many RedBubblers as possible so we are taken seriously.

• Thoughts on My Father
  by Patricia L. Ballard

  My dad has been on my mind lately. Two weeks ago when my daughter was home, she was asking me all sorts of questions about him and resear…

  My dad has been on my mind lately. Two weeks ago when my daughter was home, she was asking me all sorts of questions about him and researching his war record. She’s an aspiring writer and is usuing him as a character in a piece that she’s working on. He’s been dead for 12 years this September. My father was may things. He was a small town lawyer, an almost orphan, an alcoholic, a farm boy. I was his favorite and never knew why until a few months before his death. My youngest niece and her then fiance were making the obligatory meet the grandparents trip to my hometown in Kansas. My niece’s fiance, a history teacher, was asking my dad about his World War Two experiences. We had known that he was in the Air Force and in the Pacific. We knew that he had wanted to be a pilot but wasn’t allowed to fly because of color blindness. That was probably a lucky thing for the war effort, if his later skill at driving a car was any indication of his talent for flying planes. What he had told no one, until that conversation with Bob, was that he was on one of the planes that accompanied the Enola Gay to Hiroshima. Lawyers during the war either went into JAG or intelligence. My dad was a sort of spy! After his return from the war, he told my mother that he didn’t want any more children. Sworn to secrecy about his war experiences, he had periods of depression. He drank too much during these times. Not much was known about radiation during the 1950s. I think that he was probably certain that he was dying of radiation poisoning and that I would be born horribly deformed. When I came out healthy, it was probably the biggest relief of his life. My birth is a text book example of the bonding that goes on between parent and child. He didn’t see my sister until she was two. He was sent overseas just as she was born. When I was born, he was home and helped my mother with all of the new baby work. By the time my brother was born, he was over his worry that he would cause a child to be born maimed. I wish we had all known of this sooner. I grew up with so many questions about my birth and childhood. Nothing in my parents marriage made any sense to me. With this bit of information everything fell into place. I became a real adult at the age of 45.

• Today I Saw Two Angels
  by Starr1949

  Several years ago, back in 1998, on the internet in cyberspace I began typing to a person I had never met in real life. It was just anoth…

  Several years ago, back in 1998, on the internet in cyberspace I began typing to a person I had never met in real life. It was just another faceless entity. This man I called mr_angel. The words would flow with ease. We conversed in typing for several years on a daily basis.Then we began to send cards at Christmas time. We confided in eachother. We spoke of many things that we maybe wouldn`t have said to someone else close to us. He was having many difficulties in his personal life. I listened alot and tried my best to help him through those times. He was having many issues to deal with divorce, Dr.`s, lawyers, family, living accomodations, loss of job, the works. I communicated with him through all this.Time passed. A lasting friendship had been built out of this. I helped him the best I could. When things got better for mr_angel, he decided to surprise me. He came to thank my family and myself in person. He traveled many miles to meet the strangers who helped him through the bad times. Then after a few days in our town, mr_angel went back home. / we continued to communicate via phone and the internet. However, mr_angel ran into some difficulties. He was at a gas station and the canopy over the top of the pumps fell and hit him on the head. It knocked him unconscious. He had alot to endure afterwards. I had lost communication with him. The site we were communicating on closed down. mr_angel didn`t have alot of computer knowledge. He had lost my phone number and his was no longer working. He had also moved so I had no address to write him. Circumstances were leading him in other directions. When I had last heard from him, he was having severe headaches, from the accident. I tried many times to locate him. Although I was fearful of contacting his family. I wasn`t sure how things were between them all. I wanted nothing but to know he was alive and ok. Anyhow, several years had passed since I had heard a word or had a card at Christmas time from mr_angel. His last known address I had, but that had changed. I think it was the year 2001 or 02 he had that incident at the gas pumps. I had gotten a card that December. Several months passed and I had heard nothing from him. Then the months became years. I had began to think the worse. I asked other people on the internet that lived in his state if they heard of him. Or knew him. I had contact with some people that lived in the city that he lived in but they didn`t know him. However they had ways to tell whether the person was residing in that town. They investigated and he was no where to be found. I contacted by e-mail the town`s newspaper editor to see if they would have any contact with him. mr_angel had wrote an article in their paper once. I recieved no reply. I began to feel hopeless about the situation. I felt the loss of a great friend. We had communicated on that daily basis, on the internet for more than 3 years, prior to meeting. / Then today, I wake up to the phone ringing. The voice on the other end says, “Hello!” / I yell out “Oh, MY God..(Put his name here), I thought you were dead! Lord have mercy! Thank God! it`s you and you are ok!” He replied ” How about coming to the coffee shop downtown, so you can see just how okay I am”. I woke up the husband and the grandson and we all met for coffee. It was the most delightful morning wake up I have had in years! What a beautiful sight to behold! I pray we never lose contact again. I know we won`t be communicating as often as before. For the circumstances have changed for the better. For that I also thank the good Lord! I`m just so delighted mr_angel is alive and well, and things are looking up for him and his family. He is still divorced, yet I believe there is some understanding and acceptance, which replaced hurt and pain. / Back on mr_angels last visit he saw this stained glass angel and wanted his photo taken beside it. We had sent him the photos afterwards. Those photos were lost somewhere in the shuffle during his moving from place to place So today we revisited that very same angel. We did a remake of the photos. However, the stained glass window with the angel wasn`t the only angel I saw today, and for that I and my family are truly greatful.

• NEW RELEASE! ON THE DEVIL'S WEB- By JAG Garcia
  by jaggarcia

  JAG Garcia is pleased to announce that his novel, On The Devil’s Web will be available at Amazon.Com, Barnes & Noble.Com, Booksense.com, ...

  JAG Garcia is pleased to announce that his novel, On The Devil’s Web will be available at Amazon.Com, Barnes & Noble.Com, Booksense.com, and others beginning on May 12, 2008. / / The book is currently available at: http://www.publishamerica.com/shopping/index.htm / ____________ / About the book: ISBN: 1-60474-664-5, 305 pages, 6×9 Clayton “Clay” Ravens was a confident, ambitious, young attorney with a healthy sense of invincibility, who aspired to become a contracts expert under the guidance of Harvey Armstrong, a man motivated solely by money and greed, and who was one of the senior partners in the law firm of Powell, Armstrong & Maguire. A firm that catered to corporations, investors, and bankers. Unfortunately, for Clay, his career choice soon had him discharging the undesireable role as the lead counsel in a contract case like no other. A contract between Satan and the woman Harvey once loved deeply enough to kill for in a jealous rage—twenty-five years earlier. Things became more harrowing when Harvey made a blind deal that put Clay’s soul in jeopardy. / / The only soulution for Clay is to beat Satan at his own game, but is it possible for a a lawyer to outsmart the Devil? / ISBN: 1-60474-664-5, 305 pages, 6×9