tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-483416540614972332024-03-12T19:21:45.086-07:00tiramisu to goa mix of many different colors of my life :)inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-23136652022525504442009-09-10T23:49:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:54:34.501-07:00hot pot night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sqnzavi9HPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XfBIId8YHLc/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+179.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sqnzavi9HPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/XfBIId8YHLc/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380098870635994354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnzTcH5HzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1m3U0H2l4zw/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+166.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnzTcH5HzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1m3U0H2l4zw/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380098745163128626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnzNHeOrII/AAAAAAAAAX0/6_JgQ5EWobs/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnzNHeOrII/AAAAAAAAAX0/6_JgQ5EWobs/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380098636540456066" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">hot pot night in beijing :-)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">one thing that i can't miss....sooooo yummy!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-56435661928874826282009-09-10T23:36:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:49:42.363-07:00qui rido io<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sqnxv122hQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5DnGlARHRYs/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+288.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sqnxv122hQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5DnGlARHRYs/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380097034084058370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnxRC-FuDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DFsq59cUjUs/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+279.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnxRC-FuDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DFsq59cUjUs/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380096505028130866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnxILzpeyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BIjIa0cDNUk/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+303.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnxILzpeyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/BIjIa0cDNUk/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380096352781433634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwilJNhSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kkauvkxlGwk/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwilJNhSI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kkauvkxlGwk/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380095706747733282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwYdnAwrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3p1YncAJAMo/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+284.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwYdnAwrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3p1YncAJAMo/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380095532926550706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwQjAURXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/njF_UvZMUJI/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+275.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwQjAURXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/njF_UvZMUJI/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380095396935910770" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwGFi8P3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/Wr8j_8VZvBU/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+276.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnwGFi8P3I/AAAAAAAAAW0/Wr8j_8VZvBU/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380095217229381490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">factory 798 beijing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-2750986977652991092009-09-10T23:10:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:24:57.957-07:00my foggy rainy beijing 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnrIG4eykI/AAAAAAAAAWM/OP7Z28h3fLk/s1600-h/beijing+canal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnrIG4eykI/AAAAAAAAAWM/OP7Z28h3fLk/s400/beijing+canal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380089754389760578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sqnq3qd3RoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wGmKbkFrbCI/s1600-h/rainy+beijing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sqnq3qd3RoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wGmKbkFrbCI/s400/rainy+beijing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380089471884019330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnqrglUSQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yRqx9NPKStM/s1600-h/foggy+beijing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnqrglUSQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yRqx9NPKStM/s400/foggy+beijing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380089263072495874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnqLESzrRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/fgK3FCx9Lco/s1600-h/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+190.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SqnqLESzrRI/AAAAAAAAAV0/fgK3FCx9Lco/s400/%EC%82%AC%EC%A7%84+190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380088705722854674" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">this year the weather during the beijing bookfair was foggy and rainy</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">but i loved revisiting the places i had been to four years ago</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and cherishing such beautiful memories once again... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-19867205922499598372009-08-27T08:55:00.000-07:002009-08-27T09:12:08.732-07:00sombra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SpasiyM33WI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LW6t4iiXjlU/s1600-h/sombra.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SpasiyM33WI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LW6t4iiXjlU/s400/sombra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374672918904560994" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">agatha's translated picture book has just arrived from mexico, oceano,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">they are beautifully made with excellent choice of papers!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i hope mexican children and parents will enjoy reading this book! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-5782366757700869852009-08-19T07:23:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:27:56.585-07:00windows in firenze<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SowLiQAbDoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tzmzRobu0Ig/s1600-h/window+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SowLiQAbDoI/AAAAAAAAAUk/tzmzRobu0Ig/s400/window+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371681138586357378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SowLJ5k0j0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BLTNzFHHJis/s1600-h/window+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SowLJ5k0j0I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BLTNzFHHJis/s400/window+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371680720248147778" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">april 2009</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">firenze</span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"></span></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-54376348567941478322009-08-19T06:19:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:28:42.069-07:00dog and bear<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sov8L43mOrI/AAAAAAAAATM/TLosOBveKHo/s1600-h/chris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sov8L43mOrI/AAAAAAAAATM/TLosOBveKHo/s400/chris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664261743786674" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">a pink dog and a blue bear by <a href="http://www.vegetablefriedrice.com/">chris haughton</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">simply adorable!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-51292911274445559732009-08-18T17:13:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:30:18.266-07:00istvan's book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SotD7m3Y9AI/AAAAAAAAASc/KCvWjunLK00/s1600-h/esas+no+son+mis+patas+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SotD7m3Y9AI/AAAAAAAAASc/KCvWjunLK00/s400/esas+no+son+mis+patas+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371461671893660674" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SotDzl2pPgI/AAAAAAAAASU/3PisVpPiPFw/s1600-h/esas+no+son+mis+patas.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SotDzl2pPgI/AAAAAAAAASU/3PisVpPiPFw/s1600-h/esas+no+son+mis+patas.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 154px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SotDzl2pPgI/AAAAAAAAASU/3PisVpPiPFw/s400/esas+no+son+mis+patas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371461534183144962" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;">'Esas no son mis patas.' was originally published by <a href="http://www.iamique.com.ar/">Ed. Iamiqué</a> run by two amazing women from Argentina.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;font-size:13px;">I translated it into Korean in 2004 for <a href="http://boy.hangilsa.co.kr/book/detailBook.php?bookseq=1317">Hangilsa </a>in Korea.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;font-size:48px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;font-size:13px;">Artwork by <a href="http://www.istvansch.com.ar/">Istvan Schritter</a> is just breathtaking. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;font-size:13px;">Endearing characters, with lots of pink, as I like it!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;font-size:13px;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-89831322219297023682009-08-18T16:50:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:30:37.715-07:00tin lizzie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sos-acwi6xI/AAAAAAAAASM/e3bGGAH7ER8/s1600-h/tin+lizzi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Sos-acwi6xI/AAAAAAAAASM/e3bGGAH7ER8/s400/tin+lizzi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371455604686777106" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I just finished translating this delightful book for a Korean edition.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It was published by <a href="http://us.macmillan.com/tinlizzie">Macmillan</a>, US.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hopefully, it will be published within this year. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The book is full of optimism and - as you can see from the cover illustration - love of the cars.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In the end, the question is how to learn to live with the one - cars in this case - we love and can't live without. The style of illustration marries beautifully with the text and the message. I love this book.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-33260567670759592432009-03-23T00:52:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:31:05.204-07:00el libro negro de los colores<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/ScdAZqCg2KI/AAAAAAAAARs/M_vT-QbRXiw/s1600-h/black+book.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316288694659897506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/ScdAZqCg2KI/AAAAAAAAARs/M_vT-QbRXiw/s400/black+book.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the black book of color</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">el libro negro de los colores</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">beautifully conceived and executed by a mexican publisher, <a href="http://www.edicionestecolote.com/">ediciones tecolote</a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">this book is a pure poetry :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><br /><div></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-90676148195229816882009-03-23T00:31:00.000-07:002009-08-18T17:36:19.839-07:00el jardin subterraneo<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Scc63IR_kYI/AAAAAAAAARk/J_zD8NHngbQ/s1600-h/jardin+subterraneo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316282603924328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Scc63IR_kYI/AAAAAAAAARk/J_zD8NHngbQ/s400/jardin+subterraneo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">originally published in korean by <a href="http://borimpress.com/">borim press</a>, my former employer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">this heart-warming picturebook is translated into so many languages already!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">spanish</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">catalan</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">french</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">chinese (complex)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">italian </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><a href="http://www.thuleediciones.com/">thule ediciones</a> from barcelona (spain) did wonderful editing of the book</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">with equally wonderful translation of agatha!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">seems its spanish edition is being distributed in Canada as well </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">nice! :-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/El-jardin-subterraneo-Cho-Sunkyung/dp/8496473465/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237793301&sr=8-1"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.amazon.ca/El-jardin-subterraneo-Cho-Sunkyung/dp/8496473465/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1237793301&sr=8-1</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-75247648837283177612009-03-23T00:05:00.000-07:002009-08-18T17:36:19.839-07:00a bit lost?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Scc2OxNCS9I/AAAAAAAAARc/im-KmZnexCI/s1600-h/owl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316277512488242130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/Scc2OxNCS9I/AAAAAAAAARc/im-KmZnexCI/s400/owl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">a bit lost...</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">an incredibly cute board book about a baby owl who got lost by <a href="http://www.vegetablefriedrice.com/">chris haughton</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">the inspiration was drawn from the Robinson Crusoe quote:</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">...Thus we never see the true State of our Condition, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">till it is illustrated to us by its Contraries; </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">nor know how to value what we enjoy, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">but by the want of it.<br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Robinson Crusoe </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">and it seems that Korean readers are beginning to love this baby owl :-)<br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.aladdin.co.kr/shop/wproduct.aspx?isbn=8943307624"><span style="font-family:arial;">http://www.aladdin.co.kr/shop/wproduct.aspx?isbn=8943307624</span></a></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-84046300170011394072008-10-11T20:07:00.000-07:002008-10-11T20:48:44.847-07:00red tree<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SPFp98zWEgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2UDA5yY6gGM/s1600-h/Jul+14+2007+-+VID00164_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256098753132499458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SPFp98zWEgI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2UDA5yY6gGM/s400/Jul+14+2007+-+VID00164_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> </em><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i found the book <em>red tree</em> by <a href="http://www.shauntan.net/">shaun tan</a> in the winter of 2001</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">at the barnes & nobles bookstore at harvard square, boston</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">it made me fall in love with picture books instantly</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">since then i've found many amazing picture books</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">and i am still hopeful that many others will follow</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">but there's only one red tree in my heart :-)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-4385309425087662232008-10-04T22:44:00.000-07:002008-10-04T23:34:45.846-07:00hanmo sugiura & yoshihiko funazaki<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SOhd4OAcMYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WF4I8kD9-0g/s1600-h/8943304978_t1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253552185741685122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SOhd4OAcMYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WF4I8kD9-0g/s400/8943304978_t1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SOhXfMzDr9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/m3VhZx7GqMI/s1600-h/8943304978_t1.jpg"></a></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;">i've been going through some of the picture books that i like lately to re-discover one precious book published by kodansha in 1986. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">it was illustrated by Hanmo Sugiura and writte by </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoshihiko_Funazaki"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yoshihiko Funazaki</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">it has three main characters;</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">1) a mother who sends her sick son to the hospital alone</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">2) a son who hates going to the hospital</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">3) an egg that literally absorbs the feelings of those who touch it</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">most of the book is a monologue of the boy with some short dialogues with his mother that are full of humor and wit. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;">perfect combination of text and illustration</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">the title in Japanese would read like SHINSOBAN KAZEHIKI TAMAGO</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-58623051342758441172008-09-19T04:10:00.000-07:002008-10-04T23:30:37.077-07:00erwin panofsky<span style="font-family:arial;">I finally get to read the book, Meaning in the Visual Arts,<meaning> by Erwin Panofsky after a year that I had bought it!</span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247696975712274274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SNOQmI44x2I/AAAAAAAAAN8/YQRoWzyP98c/s400/ines_02+115.jpg" border="0" /></p><blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote><p><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Marsilio Ficino wrote to the son of Poggio Bracciolini: </span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">"History is necessary, not only to make life agreeable, but also to endow it with a moral significance. What is moral in itself, achieves<br />immortality through history; what is absent becomes present; old things are rejuvenated; and young men soon equal the maturity of old ones. If a man of<br />seventy is considered wise because of his<br />experience, how much wiser he whose life fills a span of a thousand or three thousand years! For indeed, a man may be said to have lived as many millennia as are embraced by the span<br />of his knowledge of history."</span></p></blockquote></blockquote><br /><p></p>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-88012741244284793742008-09-06T19:08:00.000-07:002008-10-04T23:31:19.900-07:00the keys to the unseen<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SMM30UEwXhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2ENgbkeBzDA/s1600-h/the+gound.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243095763070770706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SMM30UEwXhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2ENgbkeBzDA/s400/the+gound.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">montreal in my mind is yellow, green and transparent<br /><br />lazy cat and sleepy dog sitting at a roadside cafe<br />beer in the afternoon<br />picnic in the park<br />and long stroll in the evening<br /><br />and it was in the spring of 1999 in montreal<br />that i bought the book <the>by salman rushidie<br /><br />this morning i start re-reading it and i read...<br /><br />....five mysteries hold the keys to the unseen:<br />the act of love, and the birth of a baby, and the contemplation of great art, and hearing the human voice lifted in song...</span>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-51391884334701339932008-08-29T22:47:00.000-07:002008-10-04T23:31:54.579-07:00keeping a log<span style="font-family:arial;">My hands float in the air awashed by the last sun rays of this fading summer of 2008.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLjffXZvgfI/AAAAAAAAALM/eUuc0Ga-u18/s1600-h/hands.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240183896396497394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLjffXZvgfI/AAAAAAAAALM/eUuc0Ga-u18/s400/hands.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These days, it is not only my hands that float but also my mind. They move and I simply follow. I vaguely feel where they are leading me, but at this moment, I cannot be sure. So, just in case, I am keeping a log along the way. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLjfHHUbUuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tgXlPVWLsjY/s1600-h/my-legs.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240183479762375394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLjfHHUbUuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/tgXlPVWLsjY/s400/my-legs.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-23881672118839917152008-08-29T07:39:00.000-07:002008-10-11T20:27:18.828-07:00hwa hyun's temple and a battleground<span style="font-family:arial;">As it happens, when you think it's over it comes back to you; only three times stronger. The wave of heat made my mind dizzy and fuzzy.</span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239949764515685698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgKjGLZZUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/daQPVlZMOik/s400/clouds+11.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">But thanks god, i knew where I was going; the second solo exhibition of my dear friend of over a decade! Today I'll see what she has painted for <em><strong>A Temple and a Battleground</strong></em></span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950004909503426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgKxFtv88I/AAAAAAAAAIc/oDqDaEo-j2I/s400/hands+3.jpg" border="0" /><br />And she has painted what she has always painted;. </p><blockquote><em>Beautiful boys through the lens of her manga-inspired aesthetics.<br /></em></blockquote><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgLPpwZU2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/F5DwphjZqnA/s1600-h/IMG_8041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950529980355426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgLPpwZU2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/F5DwphjZqnA/s400/IMG_8041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The General Contemplating War<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgLJAvFWvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4PH6rIelyDU/s1600-h/IMG_8036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950415889783538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgLJAvFWvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4PH6rIelyDU/s400/IMG_8036.jpg" border="0" /></a> The undercover Assassin </div><div><br /><div><div></div><div></div></div><div><div>She has done an excellent job and I am proud of her! </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950799025601730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgLfUBx_MI/AAAAAAAAAJE/4ZfMGy7gaJw/s400/IMG_8048.jpg" border="0" /><br />On my way home, still the heat was pounding on my head. </div></div></div></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-88149291662003670272008-08-29T06:28:00.000-07:002008-08-29T08:37:42.717-07:00when it's over<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf562rjeYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5T2SWJLgKhY/s1600-h/clouds2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239931480974784898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf562rjeYI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5T2SWJLgKhY/s400/clouds2.jpg" border="0" /></a> When it's over - whatever it is - there's always something inside that dies. Even when the ending is exactly what you wanted. Even when you know you have made just the right decision, there's no escaping a bit of death. Three days left before I break my three-year routine. Suddenly, I feel this urge to remember what will soon be the past.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239935356257820562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf9cbPB35I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-y0AkcFgOx0/s400/subway.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>So, I decide to take some photos of what I see; for instance this morning, when I ride a subway as it crosses the Han River. </p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239936563491515138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf-ish-KwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/a0aF6PHr2NA/s400/clouds+7.jpg" border="0" /> When I go through the main entrance of the company.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239936821143900690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf-xsXFkhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BCm0uxROaW8/s400/clouds+6.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>When I leave for lunch around noon. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239936973406049218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf-6jlNk8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/zQY-SyWik_8/s400/clouds+8.jpg" border="0" /></p>When the day's work is done and I take off to go home.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239937704472040882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf_lHA7VbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nkE-zzGPY1E/s400/lights+7.jpg" border="0" /></p>When on the road the sun sets and the headlights of other cars fly away.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239937921985741906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLf_xxUPBFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GM9fnADjGfY/s400/lights+car+inside.jpg" border="0" />And when my long-time road companion starts the music. Maximilian Hecker's Sleep Lady and Muse....<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239938173424128866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SLgAAZ_0U2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/XMRZaS88L-Y/s400/lights+9.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Then finally, when Iam back to Seoul as the day ends and when my new day begins. </p><p><br /></p><p></p>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-63137640522454577912008-08-21T06:41:00.000-07:002008-08-29T08:38:30.387-07:00cuenta con tu mirada<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236966155864569314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SK1w-N0M9eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xRxJY4x3mow/s400/cuenta.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-8685363177832593752008-08-20T08:11:00.000-07:002008-08-20T10:16:15.286-07:00italian cities that i don't know much aboutFirst time, first day in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bologna">Bologna</a>: I was alone. It rained. The sky was gloomy. My hotel smelled of rotten fish. My proud Italian didn't work at all anywhere. And my bed was way too small. I was not loving being in Bologna until the next day when my friend, a girl who never travels without a complete pack of aroma therapy arrived and infused the room with the sweet and relaxing fragrance of lavender!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236617996077465858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKw0UpidgQI/AAAAAAAAADg/BFB9qbxd1yU/s400/bologna.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Three times in Bologna, still, I feel like I don't know the city at all. I haven't yet found that hidden well, the one that when you pull up the water bucket it starts singing. And the same goes for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rome">Rome</a>. In my mind canvas it is a mere contour drawing with its shadow and light.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619162096784674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKw1YhTIVSI/AAAAAAAAADw/BhmnEY7UjEw/s400/roma.jpg" border="0" />I remember W.S. Kuniczak writes in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quo_Vadis_(novel)">Quo Vadis</a> about the old gate of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porta_Capena">Porta Capena</a> and a little chapel with a small tablet sunk into the wall that asks: Quo Vadis, Domine?<br /><br />Is it still there?<br /><br />Oh, well. Next time. See the details.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKw0cru6Y_I/AAAAAAAAADo/He0Fx2gDb7E/s1600-h/roma+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236618134105514994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKw0cru6Y_I/AAAAAAAAADo/He0Fx2gDb7E/s400/roma+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-58067517142028984072008-08-19T06:29:00.001-07:002008-08-29T08:38:04.470-07:00perfect dayIt's been a while that I take my camera out. So, despite some raindrops I decide to take a long and lazy walk to <a href="http://insa.ssamziegil.com/">ssamziegil.</a> During weekends, cars are not allowed in Insadong. Instead people become a traffic - so many of them - that flow like in a slow-motion picture. On a weekend in Insadong, nobody is in a real hurry.<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236220477385222018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrKyBAsJ4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/i2KW-ZR09ts/s400/ssamji+entrance.jpg" border="0" /><br />This young girl carrying a baby on her back seems to be heading to the marketplace where she knows for sure she will find a wide variety of artifacts, smells, tastes, and flux of people - so many of them - that can be quite amusing at least for a while. I feel a bit like that little girl. Instead of a baby, I carry my camera.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236231725840784098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrVAwxe2uI/AAAAAAAAACY/9dH8CDcZ1S0/s400/mobile.jpg" border="0" /><br />What immediately attracts my attention is this mobile dancing at the whims of the wind; Ordinary mobile objects of our life made of white cardboard now turned into one big mobile. In lieu of all flickering images, today they show constantly changing world of ours.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236235166834631650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrYJDeWI-I/AAAAAAAAACg/4OncG3KVhGU/s400/rain.jpg" border="0" /><br />Somebody has drawn a tiny ripplet in a rain puddle in the sky. I feel tempted to step on it and splash over...whomever.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236236652522373362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrZfiF6API/AAAAAAAAACo/2aQeJRGQuuI/s400/ssamji.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>And not happy with the space the eyes see (maybe), that somebody has gone creating a replica of the real thing. I move just a few steps if I fancy seeing an empty building upon the sky. A whole new perspective, modest but good enough (maybe) for a lazy Sunday afternoon.<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236239578127776226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrcJ00lueI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LJc14FDTcis/s400/lights.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Then the light bulbs, some naked and some others caged, still hanging there, doing their time (maybe). </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236240166770844946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrcsFsCJRI/AAAAAAAAADA/ZBrDxdeqKbc/s400/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><p>And when I least expect it there it is: a rainbow. When was the last time I saw the rainbow? Oh, I do remember; I am standing at the playfround of my elementary school when it appears all of a sudden, just like a magic. I realize then, for the first time in my life, that a rainbow is a beautiful thing. I am still like that kid standing still in the playground looking up the sky, following the way of rainbow. </p><p>Today, I have a perfect day - even without Sangria in The Park ;)</p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><p></p>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-20915918293685564142008-08-19T04:15:00.000-07:002008-10-11T20:26:34.468-07:00798 Art Zone in 2006<span style="font-family:arial;">September of 2006 was my second visit to Beijing and the year that I really got to learn a bit more about China. I was attending Beijing International Book Fair and had no plan to visit </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/798_Art_Zone"><span style="font-family:arial;">798 Art Zone a.k.a. Dashanzi Art District</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. But when Metra, my long-time friend and also business partner, asked me to take a few hours off from the fairground to go take a look at the 798 Art Zone I agreed immediately. I needed to take a break.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236201068048061858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKq5IPmGlaI/AAAAAAAAABY/E6yYLt9pN1w/s400/beijing+2.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>It was dead quiet when we arrived. The afternoon sun was shining still strong and few people that we could spot from the distance looked like a mirage in the desert. We entered a few galleries but left unimpressed.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236204452212950258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKq8NOl4xPI/AAAAAAAAABg/W3F9WH47Wcw/s400/beijing+3.JPG" border="0" /><br />In the garden, here and there, we could find artworks that seemed more interesting than those inside the galleries we had visited. And I realized right then it was the Light that made all the difference. All that I had seen that day was like black and white photographs without a hint of light. Insipid.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236208684268695666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKrADkOmsHI/AAAAAAAAABo/2ndUkus7jh0/s400/beijing.JPG" border="0" /> </p><br />We entered a bookshop where Metra bought two porcelain dishes for Agatha. Then left the 789 Art Zone. It was getting dark. We were getting hungry.inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48341654061497233.post-28075782789384459402008-08-19T03:41:00.000-07:002008-10-11T20:25:56.751-07:00meeting sid in tokyo: reinterpretation<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKqndDMT28I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_bVCXjEK3bE/s1600-h/8992053185_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236181634286607298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TT8t_GyqH_g/SKqndDMT28I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_bVCXjEK3bE/s320/8992053185_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sid just published her first book. It's a translated book from English: </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Japan-Reinterpretation-Patrick-Smith/dp/0679745114/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218159589&sr=8-1"><span style="font-family:arial;">Japan, A reinterpretation</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">by Patrick Smith. With this book she also launched her career as a literary agent.And I am very proud of her.<br /><br />It was during last year's Tokyo International Book Fair that I met her for the first time offline. We had known each other for almost 7 years, first through many weeks of online chatting,then sporadic emails after both of us took off to the US and stayed there for several years studying.Eventually, we lost our contact altogether for almost two years. So, when she emerged again with an email of her latest news from Tokyo,I knew the time had come for us to meet, for I was going there in a week!<br /><br />Our first meeting happend at a very crowded and noisy fairground where the edge of the bookswould merge with that of people. Then we went to a </span><a href="http://www.shiseido.co.jp/parlour/html/index.htm"><span style="font-family:arial;">cafe</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> in Ginza and talked about books among the impeccably clad people in their forties and fifties sipping their tea in silence. As the evening set in, we left the cafe and walked toward the end of Ginza strip to have our sushi at the oldest restaurant in the area. The restaurant was practically empty with just one moretable by the window occupied by a young man and an old lady. Sid told me about life of a very famousspy, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Sorge"><span style="font-family:arial;">Richard Sorge</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> over dinner. Nobody has ever told me a story about a spy in such a fascinating way.I don't know what I have enjoyed more; sushi or the story.<br /><br />By the time we left, it was dark and the shops were closing. Sid took me to her favorite bookstore,searched for something and came back to me with a book in her hand, Japan: Reinterpretation.<br /><br />That was a year ago, almost. And Korean edition is out all because of two passionate women who believed in the book; one is the literary agent, translator and the other publisher.<br /><br />Now I can't wait to read her second book; a fiction this time. :)</span>inesitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08055132853612613868noreply@blogger.com0