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The Story of Urashima Taro
The Story of Urashima Taro, the Fisher Lad
Long, long ago in the province of Tango there lived on the shore of Japan in the little fishing village of Mizu-no-ye a young fisherman named Urashima Taro. His father had been a fisherman before him, and his skill had more than doubly descended to his son, for Urashima was the most skillful fisher in all that country side, and could catch more Bonito and Tai in a day than his comrades could in a week.
But in the little fishing village, more than for being a clever fisher of the sea was he known for his kind heart. In his whole life he had never hurt anything, either great or small, and when a boy, his companions had always laughed at him, for he would never join with them in teasing animals, but always tried to keep them from this cruel sport.
One soft summer twilight he was going home at the end of a day's fishing when he came upon a group of children. They were all screaming and talking at the tops of their voices, and seemed to be in a state of great excitement about something, and on his going up to them to see what was the matter he saw that they were tormenting a tortoise. First one boy pulled it this way, then another boy pulled it that way, while a third child beat it with a stick, and the fourth hammered its shell with a stone.
Now Urashima felt very sorry for the poor tortoise and made up his mind to rescue it. He spoke to the boys:
"Look here, boys, you are treating that poor tortoise so badly that it will soon die!"
The boys, who were all of an age when children seem to delight in being cruel to animals, took no notice of Urashima's gentle reproof, but went on teasing it as before. One of the older boys answered:
"Who cares whether it lives or dies? We do not. Here, boys, go on, go on!"
And they began to treat the poor tortoise more cruelly than ever. Urashima waited a moment, turning over in his mind what would be the best way to deal with the boys. He would try to persuade them to give the tortoise up to him, so he smiled at them and said:
"I am sure you are all good, kind boys! Now won't you give me the tortoise? I should like to have it so much!"
"No, we won't give you the tortoise," said one of the boys. "Why should we? We caught it ourselves."
"What you say is true," said Urashima, "but I do not ask you to give it to me for nothing. I will give you some money for it--in other words, the Ojisan (Uncle) will buy it of you. Won't that do for you, my boys?" He held up the money to them, strung on a piece of string through a hole in the center of each coin. "Look, boys, you can buy anything you like with this money. You can do much more with this money than you can with that poor tortoise. See what good boys you are to listen to me"
The boys were not bad boys at all, they were only mischievous, and as Urashima spoke they were won by his kind smile and gentle words and began "to be of his spirit," as they say in Japan. Gradually they all came up to him, the ringleader of the little band holding out the tortoise to him.
"Very well, Ojisan, we will give you the tortoise if you will give us the money!" And Urashima took the tortoise and gave the money to the boys, who, calling to each other, scampered away and were soon out of sight.
Then Urashima stroked the tortoise's back, saying as he did so:
"Oh, you poor thing! Poor thing!--there, there! you are safe now! They say that a stork lives for a thousand years, but the tortoise for ten thousand years. You have the longest life of any creature in this world, and you were in great danger of having that precious life cut short by those cruel boys. Luckily I was passing by and saved you, and so life is still yours. Now I am going to take you back to your home, the sea, at once. Do not let yourself be caught again, for there might be no one to save you next time!"
All the time that the kind fisherman was speaking he was walking quickly to the shore and out upon the rocks; then putting the tortoise into the water he watched the animal disappear, and turned homewards himself, for he was tired and the sun had set.
The next morning Urashima went out as usual in his boat. The weather was fine and the sea and sky were both blue and soft in the tender haze of the summer morning. Urashima got into his boat and dreamily pushed out to sea, throwing his line as he did so. He soon passed the other fishing boats and left them behind him till they were lost to sight in the distance, and his boat drifted further and further out upon the blue waters. Somehow, he knew not why, he felt unusually happy that morning; and he could not help wishing that, like the tortoise he set free the day before, he had thousands of years to live instead of his own short span of human life.
He was suddenly startled from his reverie by hearing his own name called:
"Urashima, Urashima!"
Clear as a bell and soft as the summer wind the name floated over the sea.
He stood up and looked in every direction, thinking that one of the other boats had overtaken him, but gaze as he might over the wide expanse of water, near or far there was no sign of a boat, so the voice could not have come from any human being.
Startled, and wondering who or what it was that had called him so clearly, he looked in all directions round about him and saw that without his knowing it a tortoise had come to the side of the boat. Urashima saw with surprise that it was the very tortoise he had rescued the day before.
"Well, Mr. Tortoise," said Urashima, "was it you who called my name just now?"
The tortoise nodded its head several times and said:
"Yes, it was I. Yesterday in your honorable shadow (o kage sama de) my life was saved, and I have come to offer you my thanks and to tell you how grateful I am for your kindness to me."
"Indeed," said Urashima, "that is very polite of you. Come up into the boat. I would offer you a smoke, but as you are a tortoise doubtless you do not smoke," and the fisherman laughed at the joke.
"He-he-he-he!" laughed the tortoise; "sake (rice wine) is my favorite refreshment, but I do not care for tobacco."
"Indeed," said Urashima, "I regret very much that I have no "sake" in my boat to offer you, but come up and dry your back in the sun-- tortoises always love to do that."
So the tortoise climbed into the boat, the fisherman helping him, and after an exchange of complimentary speeches the tortoise said:
"Have you ever seen Rin Gin, the Palace of the Dragon King of the Sea, Urashima?"
The fisherman shook his head and replied; "No; year after year the sea has been my home, but though I have often heard of the Dragon King's realm under the sea I have never yet set eyes on that wonderful place. It must be very far away, if it exists at all!"
"Is that really so? You have never seen the Sea King's Palace? Then you have missed seeing one of the most wonderful sights in the whole universe. It is far away at the bottom of the sea, but if I take you there we shall soon reach the place. If you would like to see the Sea King's land I will be your guide."
"I should like to go there, certainly, and you are very kind to think of taking me, but you must remember that I am only a poor mortal and have not the power of swimming like a sea creature such as you are--"
Before the fisherman could say more the tortoise stopped him, saying:
"What? You need not swim yourself. If you will ride on my back I will take you without any trouble on your part."
"But," said Urashima, "how is it possible for me to ride on your small back?"
"It may seem absurd to you. but I assure you that you can do so. Try at once! Just come and get on my back, and see if it is as impossible as you think!"
As the tortoise finished speaking, Urashima looked at its shell, and strange to say be saw that the creature had suddenly grown so big that a man could easily sit on its back.
"This is strange indeed!" said Urashima; "then. Mr. Tortoise, with your kind permission I will get on your back. Dokoisho!" [Footnote: "All right" (only used by lower classes).] he exclaimed as he jumped on.
The tortoise, with an unmoved face, as if this strange proceeding were quite an ordinary event, said:
"Now we will set out at our leisure," and with these words he leapt into the sea with Urashima on his back. Down through the water the tortoise dived. For a long time these two strange companions rode through the sea. Urashima never grew tired, nor his clothes moist with the water. At last, far away in the distance a magnificent gate appeared, and behind the gate, the long, sloping roofs of a palace on the horizon.
"Ya." exclaimed Urashima. "that looks like the gate of some large palace just appearing! Mr. Tortoise, can you tell what that place is we can now see?"
"That is the great gate of the Rin Gin Palace, the large roof that you see behind the gate is the Sea King's Palace itself."
"Then we have at last come to the realm of the Sea King and to his Palace," said Urashima.
"Yes, indeed," answered the tortoise, "and don't you think we have come very quickly?" And while he was speaking the tortoise reached the side of the gate. "And here we are, and you must please walk from here."
The tortoise now went in front, and speaking to the gatekeeper, said:
"This is Urashima Taro, from the country of Japan. I have had the honor of bringing him as a visitor to this kingdom. Please show him the way."
Then the gatekeeper, who was a fish, at once led the way through the gate before them.
The red bream, the flounder, the sole, the cuttlefish, and all the chief vassals of the Dragon King of the Sea now came out with courtly bows to welcome the stranger.
"Urashima Sama, Urashima Sama! welcome to the Sea Palace, the home of the Dragon King of the Sea. Thrice welcome are you, having come from such a distant country. And you, Mr. Tortoise, we are greatly indebted to you for all your trouble in bringing Urashima here." Then, turning again to Urashima, they said, "Please follow us this way," and from here the whole band of fishes became his guides.
Urashima, being only a poor fisher lad, did not know how to behave in a palace; but, strange though it was all to him, he did not feel ashamed or embarrassed, but followed his kind guides quite calmly where they led to the inner palace. When he reached the portals a beautiful Princess with her attendant maidens came out to welcome him. She was more beautiful than any human being, and was robed in flowing garments of red and soft green like the under side of a wave, and golden threads glimmered through the folds of her gown. Her lovely black hair streamed over her shoulders in the fashion of a king's daughter many hundreds of years ago, and when she spoke her voice sounded like music over the water. Urashima was lost in wonder while he looked upon her, and he could not speak. Then he remembered that he ought to bow, but before he could make a low obeisance the Princess took him by the hand and led him to a beautiful hall, and to the seat of honor at the upper end, and bade him be seated.
"Urashima Taro, it gives me the highest pleasure to welcome you to my father's kingdom," said the Princess. "Yesterday you set free a tortoise, and I have sent for you to thank you for saving my life, for I was that tortoise. Now if you like you shall live here forever in the land of eternal youth, where summer never dies and where sorrow never comes, and I will be your bride if you will, and we will live together happily forever afterwards!"
And as Urashima listened to her sweet words and gazed upon her lovely face his heart was filled with a great wonder and joy, and he answered her, wondering if it was not all a dream:
"Thank you a thousand times for your kind speech. There is nothing I could wish for more than to be permitted to stay here with you in this beautiful land, of which I have often heard, but have never seen to this day. Beyond all words, this is the most wonderful place I have ever seen."
While he was speaking a train of fishes appeared, all dressed in ceremonial, trailing garments. One by one, silently and with stately steps, they entered the hall, bearing on coral trays delicacies of fish and seaweed, such as no one can dream of, and this wondrous feast was set before the bride and bridegroom. The bridal was celebrated with dazzling splendor, and in the Sea King's realm there was great rejoicing. As soon as the young pair had pledged themselves in the wedding cup of wine, three times three, music was played, and songs were sung, and fishes with silver scales and golden tails stepped in from the waves and danced. Urashima enjoyed himself with all his heart. Never in his whole life had he sat down to such a marvelous feast.
When the feast was over the Princes asked the bridegroom if he would like to walk through the palace and see all there was to be seen. Then the happy fisherman, following his bride, the Sea King's daughter, was shown all the wonders of that enchanted land where youth and joy go hand in hand and neither time nor age can touch them. The palace was built of coral and adorned with pearls, and the beauties and wonders of the place were so great that the tongue fails to describe them.
But, to Urashima, more wonderful than the palace was the garden that surrounded it. Here was to be seen at one time the scenery of the four different seasons; the beauties of summer and winter, spring and autumn, were displayed to the wondering visitor at once.
First, when he looked to the east, the plum and cherry trees were seen in full bloom, the nightingales sang in the pink avenues, and butterflies flitted from flower to flower.
Looking to the south all the trees were green in the fullness of summer, and the day cicala and the night cricket chirruped loudly.
Looking to the west the autumn maples were ablaze like a sunset sky, and the chrysanthemums were in perfection.
Looking to the north the change made Urashima start, for the ground was silver white with snow, and trees and bamboos were also covered with snow and the pond was thick with ice.
And each day there were new joys and new wonders for Urashima, and so great was his happiness that he forgot everything, even the home he had left behind and his parents and his own country, and three days passed without his even thinking of all he had left behind. Then his mind came back to him and he remembered who he was, and that he did not belong to this wonderful land or the Sea King's palace, and he said to himself:
"O dear! I must not stay on here, for I have an old father and mother at home. What can have happened to them all this time? How anxious they must have been these days when I did not return as usual. I must go back at once without letting one more day pass." And he began to prepare for the journey in great haste.
Then he went to his beautiful wife, the Princess, and bowing low before her he said:
"Indeed, I have been very happy with you for a long time, Otohime Sama" (for that was her name), "and you have been kinder to me than any words can tell. But now I must say good-by. I must go back to my old parents."
Then Otohime Sama began to weep, and said softly and sadly:
"Is it not well with you here, Urashima, that you wish to leave me so soon? Where is the haste? Stay with me yet another day only!"
But Urashima had remembered his old parents, and in Japan the duty to parents is stronger than everything else, stronger even than pleasure or love, and he would not be persuaded, but answered:
"Indeed, I must go. Do not think that I wish to leave you. It is not that. I must go and see my old parents. Let me go for one day and I will come back to you."
"Then," said the Princess sorrowfully, "there is nothing to be done. I will send you back to-day to your father and mother, and instead of trying to keep you with me one more day, I shall give you this as a token of our love--please take it back with you;" and she brought him a beautiful lacquer box tied about with a silken cord and tassels of red silk.
Urashima had received so much from the Princess already that he felt some compunction in taking the gift, and said:
"It does not seem right for me to take yet another gift from you after all the many favors I have received at your hands, but because it is your wish I will do so," and then he added:
"Tell me what is this box?"
"That," answered the Princess "is the tamate-bako (Box of the Jewel Hand), and it contains something very precious. You must not open this box, whatever happens! If you open it something dreadful will happen to you! Now promise me that you will never open this box!"
And Urashima promised that he would never, never open the box whatever happened.
Then bidding good-by to Otohime Sama he went down to the seashore, the Princess and her attendants following him, and there he found a large tortoise waiting for him.
He quickly mounted the creature's back and was carried away over the shining sea into the East. He looked back to wave his hand to Otohime Sama till at last he could see her no more, and the land of the Sea King and the roofs of the wonderful palace were lost in the far, far distance. Then, with his face turned eagerly towards his own land, he looked for the rising of the blue hills on the horizon before him.
At last the tortoise carried him into the bay he knew so well, and to the shore from whence he had set out. He stepped on to the shore and looked about him while the tortoise rode away back to the Sea King's realm.
But what is the strange fear that seizes Urashima as he stands and looks about him? Why does he gaze so fixedly at the people that pass him by, and why do they in turn stand and look at him? The shore is the same and the hills are the same, but the people that he sees walking past him have very different faces to those he had known so well before.
Wondering what it can mean he walks quickly towards his old home. Even that looks different, but a house stands on the spot, and he calls out:
"Father, I have just returned!" and he was about to enter, when he saw a strange man coming out.
"Perhaps my parents have moved while I have been away, and have gone somewhere else," was the fisherman's thought. Somehow he began to feel strangely anxious, he could not tell why.
"Excuse me," said he to the man who was staring at him, "but till within the last few days I have lived in this house. My name is Urashima Taro. Where have my parents gone whom I left here?"
A very bewildered expression came over the face of the man, and, still gazing intently on Urashima's face, he said:
"What? Are you Urashima Taro?"
"Yes," said the fisherman, "I am Urashima Taro!"
"Ha, ha!" laughed the man, "you must not make such jokes. It is true that once upon a time a man called Urashima Taro did live in this village, but that is a story three hundred years old. He could not possibly be alive now!"
When Urashima heard these strange words he was frightened, and said:
"Please, please, you must not joke with me, I am greatly perplexed. I am really Urashima Taro, and I certainly have not lived three hundred years. Till four or five days ago I lived on this spot. Tell me what I want to know without more joking, please."
But the man's face grew more and more grave, and he answered:
"You may or may not be Urashima Taro, I don't know. But the Urashima Taro of whom I have heard is a man who lived three hundred years ago. Perhaps you are his spirit come to revisit your old home?"
"Why do you mock me?" said Urashima. "I am no spirit! I am a living man--do you not see my feet;" and "don-don," he stamped on the ground, first with one foot and then with the other to show the man. (Japanese ghosts have no feet.)
"But Urashima Taro lived three hundred years ago, that is all I know; it is written in the village chronicles, "persisted the man, who could not believe what the fisherman said.
Urashima was lost in bewilderment and trouble. He stood looking all around him, terribly puzzled, and, indeed, something in the appearance of everything was different to what he remembered before he went away, and the awful feeling came over him that what the man said was perhaps true. He seemed to be in a strange dream. The few days he had spent in the Sea King's palace beyond the sea had not been days at all: they had been hundreds of years, and in that time his parents had died and all the people he had ever known, and the village had written down his story. There was no use in staying here any longer. He must get back to his beautiful wife beyond the sea.
He made his way back to the beach, carrying in his hand the box which the Princess had given him. But which was the way? He could not find it alone! Suddenly he remembered the box, the tamate-bako.
"The Princess told me when she gave me the box never to open it-- that it contained a very precious thing. But now that I have no home, now that I have lost everything that was dear to me here, and my heart grows thin with sadness, at such a time, if I open the box, surely I shall find something that will help me, something that will show me the way back to my beautiful Princess over the sea. There is nothing else for me to do now. Yes, yes, I will open the box and look in!"
And so his heart consented to this act of disobedience, and he tried to persuade himself that he was doing the right thing in breaking his promise.
Slowly, very slowly, he untied the red silk cord, slowly and wonderingly he lifted the lid of the precious box. And what did he find? Strange to say only a beautiful little purple cloud rose out of the box in three soft wisps. For an instant it covered his face and wavered over him as if loath to go, and then it floated away like vapor over the sea.
Urashima, who had been till that moment like a strong and handsome youth of twenty-four, suddenly became very, very old. His back doubled up with age, his hair turned snowy white, his face wrinkled and he fell down dead on the beach.
Poor Urashima! because of his disobedience he could never return to the Sea King's realm or the lovely Princess beyond the sea.
Little children, never be disobedient to those who are wiser than you for disobedience was the beginning of all the miseries and sorrows of life.
(from Japanese Fairy Tales , compiled by Yei Theodora Ozaki)
Long, long ago in the province of Tango there lived on the shore of Japan in the little fishing village of Mizu-no-ye a young fisherman named Urashima Taro. His father had been a fisherman before him, and his skill had more than doubly descended to his son, for Urashima was the most skillful fisher in all that country side, and could catch more Bonito and Tai in a day than his comrades could in a week.
But in the little fishing village, more than for being a clever fisher of the sea was he known for his kind heart. In his whole life he had never hurt anything, either great or small, and when a boy, his companions had always laughed at him, for he would never join with them in teasing animals, but always tried to keep them from this cruel sport.
One soft summer twilight he was going home at the end of a day's fishing when he came upon a group of children. They were all screaming and talking at the tops of their voices, and seemed to be in a state of great excitement about something, and on his going up to them to see what was the matter he saw that they were tormenting a tortoise. First one boy pulled it this way, then another boy pulled it that way, while a third child beat it with a stick, and the fourth hammered its shell with a stone.
Now Urashima felt very sorry for the poor tortoise and made up his mind to rescue it. He spoke to the boys:
"Look here, boys, you are treating that poor tortoise so badly that it will soon die!"
The boys, who were all of an age when children seem to delight in being cruel to animals, took no notice of Urashima's gentle reproof, but went on teasing it as before. One of the older boys answered:
"Who cares whether it lives or dies? We do not. Here, boys, go on, go on!"
And they began to treat the poor tortoise more cruelly than ever. Urashima waited a moment, turning over in his mind what would be the best way to deal with the boys. He would try to persuade them to give the tortoise up to him, so he smiled at them and said:
"I am sure you are all good, kind boys! Now won't you give me the tortoise? I should like to have it so much!"
"No, we won't give you the tortoise," said one of the boys. "Why should we? We caught it ourselves."
"What you say is true," said Urashima, "but I do not ask you to give it to me for nothing. I will give you some money for it--in other words, the Ojisan (Uncle) will buy it of you. Won't that do for you, my boys?" He held up the money to them, strung on a piece of string through a hole in the center of each coin. "Look, boys, you can buy anything you like with this money. You can do much more with this money than you can with that poor tortoise. See what good boys you are to listen to me"
The boys were not bad boys at all, they were only mischievous, and as Urashima spoke they were won by his kind smile and gentle words and began "to be of his spirit," as they say in Japan. Gradually they all came up to him, the ringleader of the little band holding out the tortoise to him.
"Very well, Ojisan, we will give you the tortoise if you will give us the money!" And Urashima took the tortoise and gave the money to the boys, who, calling to each other, scampered away and were soon out of sight.
Then Urashima stroked the tortoise's back, saying as he did so:
"Oh, you poor thing! Poor thing!--there, there! you are safe now! They say that a stork lives for a thousand years, but the tortoise for ten thousand years. You have the longest life of any creature in this world, and you were in great danger of having that precious life cut short by those cruel boys. Luckily I was passing by and saved you, and so life is still yours. Now I am going to take you back to your home, the sea, at once. Do not let yourself be caught again, for there might be no one to save you next time!"
All the time that the kind fisherman was speaking he was walking quickly to the shore and out upon the rocks; then putting the tortoise into the water he watched the animal disappear, and turned homewards himself, for he was tired and the sun had set.
The next morning Urashima went out as usual in his boat. The weather was fine and the sea and sky were both blue and soft in the tender haze of the summer morning. Urashima got into his boat and dreamily pushed out to sea, throwing his line as he did so. He soon passed the other fishing boats and left them behind him till they were lost to sight in the distance, and his boat drifted further and further out upon the blue waters. Somehow, he knew not why, he felt unusually happy that morning; and he could not help wishing that, like the tortoise he set free the day before, he had thousands of years to live instead of his own short span of human life.
He was suddenly startled from his reverie by hearing his own name called:
"Urashima, Urashima!"
Clear as a bell and soft as the summer wind the name floated over the sea.
He stood up and looked in every direction, thinking that one of the other boats had overtaken him, but gaze as he might over the wide expanse of water, near or far there was no sign of a boat, so the voice could not have come from any human being.
Startled, and wondering who or what it was that had called him so clearly, he looked in all directions round about him and saw that without his knowing it a tortoise had come to the side of the boat. Urashima saw with surprise that it was the very tortoise he had rescued the day before.
"Well, Mr. Tortoise," said Urashima, "was it you who called my name just now?"
The tortoise nodded its head several times and said:
"Yes, it was I. Yesterday in your honorable shadow (o kage sama de) my life was saved, and I have come to offer you my thanks and to tell you how grateful I am for your kindness to me."
"Indeed," said Urashima, "that is very polite of you. Come up into the boat. I would offer you a smoke, but as you are a tortoise doubtless you do not smoke," and the fisherman laughed at the joke.
"He-he-he-he!" laughed the tortoise; "sake (rice wine) is my favorite refreshment, but I do not care for tobacco."
"Indeed," said Urashima, "I regret very much that I have no "sake" in my boat to offer you, but come up and dry your back in the sun-- tortoises always love to do that."
So the tortoise climbed into the boat, the fisherman helping him, and after an exchange of complimentary speeches the tortoise said:
"Have you ever seen Rin Gin, the Palace of the Dragon King of the Sea, Urashima?"
The fisherman shook his head and replied; "No; year after year the sea has been my home, but though I have often heard of the Dragon King's realm under the sea I have never yet set eyes on that wonderful place. It must be very far away, if it exists at all!"
"Is that really so? You have never seen the Sea King's Palace? Then you have missed seeing one of the most wonderful sights in the whole universe. It is far away at the bottom of the sea, but if I take you there we shall soon reach the place. If you would like to see the Sea King's land I will be your guide."
"I should like to go there, certainly, and you are very kind to think of taking me, but you must remember that I am only a poor mortal and have not the power of swimming like a sea creature such as you are--"
Before the fisherman could say more the tortoise stopped him, saying:
"What? You need not swim yourself. If you will ride on my back I will take you without any trouble on your part."
"But," said Urashima, "how is it possible for me to ride on your small back?"
"It may seem absurd to you. but I assure you that you can do so. Try at once! Just come and get on my back, and see if it is as impossible as you think!"
As the tortoise finished speaking, Urashima looked at its shell, and strange to say be saw that the creature had suddenly grown so big that a man could easily sit on its back.
"This is strange indeed!" said Urashima; "then. Mr. Tortoise, with your kind permission I will get on your back. Dokoisho!" [Footnote: "All right" (only used by lower classes).] he exclaimed as he jumped on.
The tortoise, with an unmoved face, as if this strange proceeding were quite an ordinary event, said:
"Now we will set out at our leisure," and with these words he leapt into the sea with Urashima on his back. Down through the water the tortoise dived. For a long time these two strange companions rode through the sea. Urashima never grew tired, nor his clothes moist with the water. At last, far away in the distance a magnificent gate appeared, and behind the gate, the long, sloping roofs of a palace on the horizon.
"Ya." exclaimed Urashima. "that looks like the gate of some large palace just appearing! Mr. Tortoise, can you tell what that place is we can now see?"
"That is the great gate of the Rin Gin Palace, the large roof that you see behind the gate is the Sea King's Palace itself."
"Then we have at last come to the realm of the Sea King and to his Palace," said Urashima.
"Yes, indeed," answered the tortoise, "and don't you think we have come very quickly?" And while he was speaking the tortoise reached the side of the gate. "And here we are, and you must please walk from here."
The tortoise now went in front, and speaking to the gatekeeper, said:
"This is Urashima Taro, from the country of Japan. I have had the honor of bringing him as a visitor to this kingdom. Please show him the way."
Then the gatekeeper, who was a fish, at once led the way through the gate before them.
The red bream, the flounder, the sole, the cuttlefish, and all the chief vassals of the Dragon King of the Sea now came out with courtly bows to welcome the stranger.
"Urashima Sama, Urashima Sama! welcome to the Sea Palace, the home of the Dragon King of the Sea. Thrice welcome are you, having come from such a distant country. And you, Mr. Tortoise, we are greatly indebted to you for all your trouble in bringing Urashima here." Then, turning again to Urashima, they said, "Please follow us this way," and from here the whole band of fishes became his guides.
Urashima, being only a poor fisher lad, did not know how to behave in a palace; but, strange though it was all to him, he did not feel ashamed or embarrassed, but followed his kind guides quite calmly where they led to the inner palace. When he reached the portals a beautiful Princess with her attendant maidens came out to welcome him. She was more beautiful than any human being, and was robed in flowing garments of red and soft green like the under side of a wave, and golden threads glimmered through the folds of her gown. Her lovely black hair streamed over her shoulders in the fashion of a king's daughter many hundreds of years ago, and when she spoke her voice sounded like music over the water. Urashima was lost in wonder while he looked upon her, and he could not speak. Then he remembered that he ought to bow, but before he could make a low obeisance the Princess took him by the hand and led him to a beautiful hall, and to the seat of honor at the upper end, and bade him be seated.
"Urashima Taro, it gives me the highest pleasure to welcome you to my father's kingdom," said the Princess. "Yesterday you set free a tortoise, and I have sent for you to thank you for saving my life, for I was that tortoise. Now if you like you shall live here forever in the land of eternal youth, where summer never dies and where sorrow never comes, and I will be your bride if you will, and we will live together happily forever afterwards!"
And as Urashima listened to her sweet words and gazed upon her lovely face his heart was filled with a great wonder and joy, and he answered her, wondering if it was not all a dream:
"Thank you a thousand times for your kind speech. There is nothing I could wish for more than to be permitted to stay here with you in this beautiful land, of which I have often heard, but have never seen to this day. Beyond all words, this is the most wonderful place I have ever seen."
While he was speaking a train of fishes appeared, all dressed in ceremonial, trailing garments. One by one, silently and with stately steps, they entered the hall, bearing on coral trays delicacies of fish and seaweed, such as no one can dream of, and this wondrous feast was set before the bride and bridegroom. The bridal was celebrated with dazzling splendor, and in the Sea King's realm there was great rejoicing. As soon as the young pair had pledged themselves in the wedding cup of wine, three times three, music was played, and songs were sung, and fishes with silver scales and golden tails stepped in from the waves and danced. Urashima enjoyed himself with all his heart. Never in his whole life had he sat down to such a marvelous feast.
When the feast was over the Princes asked the bridegroom if he would like to walk through the palace and see all there was to be seen. Then the happy fisherman, following his bride, the Sea King's daughter, was shown all the wonders of that enchanted land where youth and joy go hand in hand and neither time nor age can touch them. The palace was built of coral and adorned with pearls, and the beauties and wonders of the place were so great that the tongue fails to describe them.
But, to Urashima, more wonderful than the palace was the garden that surrounded it. Here was to be seen at one time the scenery of the four different seasons; the beauties of summer and winter, spring and autumn, were displayed to the wondering visitor at once.
First, when he looked to the east, the plum and cherry trees were seen in full bloom, the nightingales sang in the pink avenues, and butterflies flitted from flower to flower.
Looking to the south all the trees were green in the fullness of summer, and the day cicala and the night cricket chirruped loudly.
Looking to the west the autumn maples were ablaze like a sunset sky, and the chrysanthemums were in perfection.
Looking to the north the change made Urashima start, for the ground was silver white with snow, and trees and bamboos were also covered with snow and the pond was thick with ice.
And each day there were new joys and new wonders for Urashima, and so great was his happiness that he forgot everything, even the home he had left behind and his parents and his own country, and three days passed without his even thinking of all he had left behind. Then his mind came back to him and he remembered who he was, and that he did not belong to this wonderful land or the Sea King's palace, and he said to himself:
"O dear! I must not stay on here, for I have an old father and mother at home. What can have happened to them all this time? How anxious they must have been these days when I did not return as usual. I must go back at once without letting one more day pass." And he began to prepare for the journey in great haste.
Then he went to his beautiful wife, the Princess, and bowing low before her he said:
"Indeed, I have been very happy with you for a long time, Otohime Sama" (for that was her name), "and you have been kinder to me than any words can tell. But now I must say good-by. I must go back to my old parents."
Then Otohime Sama began to weep, and said softly and sadly:
"Is it not well with you here, Urashima, that you wish to leave me so soon? Where is the haste? Stay with me yet another day only!"
But Urashima had remembered his old parents, and in Japan the duty to parents is stronger than everything else, stronger even than pleasure or love, and he would not be persuaded, but answered:
"Indeed, I must go. Do not think that I wish to leave you. It is not that. I must go and see my old parents. Let me go for one day and I will come back to you."
"Then," said the Princess sorrowfully, "there is nothing to be done. I will send you back to-day to your father and mother, and instead of trying to keep you with me one more day, I shall give you this as a token of our love--please take it back with you;" and she brought him a beautiful lacquer box tied about with a silken cord and tassels of red silk.
Urashima had received so much from the Princess already that he felt some compunction in taking the gift, and said:
"It does not seem right for me to take yet another gift from you after all the many favors I have received at your hands, but because it is your wish I will do so," and then he added:
"Tell me what is this box?"
"That," answered the Princess "is the tamate-bako (Box of the Jewel Hand), and it contains something very precious. You must not open this box, whatever happens! If you open it something dreadful will happen to you! Now promise me that you will never open this box!"
And Urashima promised that he would never, never open the box whatever happened.
Then bidding good-by to Otohime Sama he went down to the seashore, the Princess and her attendants following him, and there he found a large tortoise waiting for him.
He quickly mounted the creature's back and was carried away over the shining sea into the East. He looked back to wave his hand to Otohime Sama till at last he could see her no more, and the land of the Sea King and the roofs of the wonderful palace were lost in the far, far distance. Then, with his face turned eagerly towards his own land, he looked for the rising of the blue hills on the horizon before him.
At last the tortoise carried him into the bay he knew so well, and to the shore from whence he had set out. He stepped on to the shore and looked about him while the tortoise rode away back to the Sea King's realm.
But what is the strange fear that seizes Urashima as he stands and looks about him? Why does he gaze so fixedly at the people that pass him by, and why do they in turn stand and look at him? The shore is the same and the hills are the same, but the people that he sees walking past him have very different faces to those he had known so well before.
Wondering what it can mean he walks quickly towards his old home. Even that looks different, but a house stands on the spot, and he calls out:
"Father, I have just returned!" and he was about to enter, when he saw a strange man coming out.
"Perhaps my parents have moved while I have been away, and have gone somewhere else," was the fisherman's thought. Somehow he began to feel strangely anxious, he could not tell why.
"Excuse me," said he to the man who was staring at him, "but till within the last few days I have lived in this house. My name is Urashima Taro. Where have my parents gone whom I left here?"
A very bewildered expression came over the face of the man, and, still gazing intently on Urashima's face, he said:
"What? Are you Urashima Taro?"
"Yes," said the fisherman, "I am Urashima Taro!"
"Ha, ha!" laughed the man, "you must not make such jokes. It is true that once upon a time a man called Urashima Taro did live in this village, but that is a story three hundred years old. He could not possibly be alive now!"
When Urashima heard these strange words he was frightened, and said:
"Please, please, you must not joke with me, I am greatly perplexed. I am really Urashima Taro, and I certainly have not lived three hundred years. Till four or five days ago I lived on this spot. Tell me what I want to know without more joking, please."
But the man's face grew more and more grave, and he answered:
"You may or may not be Urashima Taro, I don't know. But the Urashima Taro of whom I have heard is a man who lived three hundred years ago. Perhaps you are his spirit come to revisit your old home?"
"Why do you mock me?" said Urashima. "I am no spirit! I am a living man--do you not see my feet;" and "don-don," he stamped on the ground, first with one foot and then with the other to show the man. (Japanese ghosts have no feet.)
"But Urashima Taro lived three hundred years ago, that is all I know; it is written in the village chronicles, "persisted the man, who could not believe what the fisherman said.
Urashima was lost in bewilderment and trouble. He stood looking all around him, terribly puzzled, and, indeed, something in the appearance of everything was different to what he remembered before he went away, and the awful feeling came over him that what the man said was perhaps true. He seemed to be in a strange dream. The few days he had spent in the Sea King's palace beyond the sea had not been days at all: they had been hundreds of years, and in that time his parents had died and all the people he had ever known, and the village had written down his story. There was no use in staying here any longer. He must get back to his beautiful wife beyond the sea.
He made his way back to the beach, carrying in his hand the box which the Princess had given him. But which was the way? He could not find it alone! Suddenly he remembered the box, the tamate-bako.
"The Princess told me when she gave me the box never to open it-- that it contained a very precious thing. But now that I have no home, now that I have lost everything that was dear to me here, and my heart grows thin with sadness, at such a time, if I open the box, surely I shall find something that will help me, something that will show me the way back to my beautiful Princess over the sea. There is nothing else for me to do now. Yes, yes, I will open the box and look in!"
And so his heart consented to this act of disobedience, and he tried to persuade himself that he was doing the right thing in breaking his promise.
Slowly, very slowly, he untied the red silk cord, slowly and wonderingly he lifted the lid of the precious box. And what did he find? Strange to say only a beautiful little purple cloud rose out of the box in three soft wisps. For an instant it covered his face and wavered over him as if loath to go, and then it floated away like vapor over the sea.
Urashima, who had been till that moment like a strong and handsome youth of twenty-four, suddenly became very, very old. His back doubled up with age, his hair turned snowy white, his face wrinkled and he fell down dead on the beach.
Poor Urashima! because of his disobedience he could never return to the Sea King's realm or the lovely Princess beyond the sea.
Little children, never be disobedient to those who are wiser than you for disobedience was the beginning of all the miseries and sorrows of life.
(from Japanese Fairy Tales , compiled by Yei Theodora Ozaki)
The Tale of the Fish
The Tale of the Fish
Introduction and Commentary
This text, called The Tale of the Fish (Baghdad, 1904(?)) is unusual in that it has a full set of Hebrew vowel points, as will be seen in the accompanying sample page.
Introduction and Commentary
This text, called The Tale of the Fish (Baghdad, 1904(?)) is unusual in that it has a full set of Hebrew vowel points, as will be seen in the accompanying sample page.
The nature of Semitic languages is such that a writing system representing mainly consonants is adequate for almost all purposes for native speakers. Hebrew, Arabic and Syriac developed auxiliary vowel points to fix religious texts, in which the language had become archaic, and readers needed help to enunciate them correctly, which in the religious context was of great importance. Such systems also make possible virtual "corrections" to the text, which of course are not recognised as such. Thus Arabic restores the highly-regarded Bedouin pronunciation to a sacred text written in a dialect of lower standing, and Hebrew makes possible the substitution of words considered more decorous in public reading, such as the substitution of feet-water for urine. Syriac imported tiny Greek vowels to aid the pronunciation in one of its several writing systems.
The probable reason for the use of vowel points in this case is that the book was intended as a reading primer for children, so that while they were reading an entertaining story, they would learn the significance of the vowel points in the sacred Hebrew texts. A similar technique was used in a book put out some years ago by the reform Jewish movement in the United States, in which an English story was written in Hebrew letters with vowel points. Creating this "Judeo-English" enabled a fun way of learning to read sacred texts in Hebrew.
This text is based partly on the Arabian nights (omitting a crucial point that telling anyone about a secret command of unusual languages meant death) and partly on Midrash Leviticus Rabba 22.4, commenting on Ecclesiastes 5.8. The relevant Arabic text from the Arabian Nights can conveniently be found in A new Arabic grammar of the written language by J.A. Haywood and H.M. Nahmad (Cambridge, Mass. 1965) pp. 465–468. Here is the Midrashic tale in the translation of the Soncino Midrash:
It once happened that a certain person was coming from Babylon, and sat down to rest on the road, when he saw two birds fighting with each other and one of them killed the other. The survivor went and fetched some herb and, placing it on the other, revived her. It will be a good thing, he thought, if I take some of this herb and revive therewith the dead of the Land of Israel. As he was running along he saw a fox dead and decaying on the road. It will be a good thing, he thought, if I try it on this fox. He placed it on him and revived him. He went on until he reached the Ladders of Tyre. [This is a steep road cut in steps connecting Acre and Tyre. For further information, see Encyclopædia Judaica vol. 15, col. 1490. –ADC] When he arrived at the Ladders of Tyre, he saw a lion slain and decaying on the road. It will be a good thing, he thought, if I try it on this lion. He placed some of the herb on him and he came back to life and devoured him. This bears out the popular saying: 'If you have done good to the bad, you have done a bad thing!' Do not do good to the bad and no harm will befall you!
A translation of part of this Arabic text follows.
The Story
There is a story about a man who instructed his son at the time of his death, and said to him: My son, so long as your live, crumble your bread into the water, and do not eat your fill (?). When his father died, the boy fulfilled the instruction of his father, and a certain fish came and ate the bread. When this fish grew very big, she was catching [other] fish and eating them. When the other fish saw this, they went to Leviathan and said to him: Lord Leviathan, a certain fish has become great among us, and we cannot live with her. [Leviathan] said to her: Why did you grow larger than your fellows? She said to him: A certain man comes to me and crumbles bread, and I eat it. He said to her: Bring me the man that I may see if your answer is truthful. She went and brought him to Leviathan. He said to him: My son, why do you crumble your bread in the water? He said: My Lord, thus did my father instruct me: Crumble your bread in the water. And I fulfil the instruction of my father. He said to him: Did you really fulfil the instruction of your father? He said to him: Yes. Leviathan said to him: Open your mouth. He opened his mouth, and he put in it three pills. Then special knowledge rested upon him, and he understood and knew the speech of beasts and birds, and knew the seventy languages, and so he commanded the fish to take him to dry land. They went and reached dry land. He fell asleep. Two birds [mother and son] came, and one said to the other: I will go and peck out his eyes. The other bird said to him: Men are clever. He did not listen, but flew onto his foot. He did not feel him breathing. When he reached his eye, the man said: He will peck out my eye, and grabbed him. The bird's mother: Let him go, and I will show you a big treasure belonging to King Solomon, and on top of it there is a big crown. When he heard this he understood what was said, and said to her: I will not release him until you show me the treasure. Then he held him by his wing, and they went to the sea and stood by the treasure. Then he released him. The mother bird kept on saying: Why didn't you believe me when I told you not to go to the man, because he is clever. Nevertheless you went, and he grabbed you and I revealed to him the treasure on your account. She killed him. When he died, at that time she took a kind of herb, and put it on his mouth, and his breath returned to him. A certain man saw this herb, and said: Indeed, this herb revives the dead. He took the herb and said: I will go to Jerusalem, and revive the dead with it. While he was walking on the way, he saw a dead lion, he put the herb on him, the lion stood up and ate him.
The man who had been shown the treasure returned to his house, and hired porters so that he might bring the treasure and take it to his house. He brought them to the treasure and loaded them with silver and gold to the greatest possible extent. Among the donkeys was one which was violent and of evil deeds. He said to his fellows: If you listen to my advice we will play a certain trick which will deprive him of the treasure, because he has imposed on us more than usual. They said to him: What shall we do? He said to them: Do as I do, when I enter the gate of the city I shall fall down, and the men will come to get me up, and they will see the silver and the gold, and take it from me. His fellows said to him: The man is clever, if we do that he will beat us with a stick, and get us up from the ground without help. He said to them: See what happens when I do it. If they help, then you fall down too, and they will take all the property. The man heard the whole conversation and remained quiet. When they entered the city, the donkey fell down and people came to get him up. The man said to them: Please do not get him up, because I know their speech. He took a stick and began to beat him. When [the donkey] got up by himself [the other donkeys] said to him: If we had taken your advice he would have beaten us. Then he took the treasure to his house and hid it. His wife said to him: Where did you get all that wealth? He said to her: The Holy One, blessed be He, sent it to me. She began pestering him day and night [to tell her what happened.] When he decided to give in to her, on that day he entered the stable and saw his she-mule weeping. The cock came into the manger and saw the she-mule weeping. He said to her: Why are you weeping? She said to him: Because my master has decided to give in to his wife and then she will make things difficult for us, they will beat him and take the treasure. The cock replied: I have ten wives, and all of them are afraid of me and do not contradict me. My master has just one wife and if he would listen to me, he would beat her. You can see how they are afraid of me. He took a stick and called his wives and they came. He said: You see how they are afraid of me. My master should do the same to his wife. The man understood what happened and he went to the house. His wife began to pester him. He got up, took a stick and beat her, and she shouted: Mercy, mercy! What more can I tell you, come and see what brought him to this honour, as the verse says: And wisdom gives life to those who have it. Ecclesiastes 7.12
And all this came about because he followed the instruction of his father, and followed the commandments. May He make us worthy to keep, perform and fulfil all the commandments until the Redeemer comes. Amen, may such be the Divine Will.
The probable reason for the use of vowel points in this case is that the book was intended as a reading primer for children, so that while they were reading an entertaining story, they would learn the significance of the vowel points in the sacred Hebrew texts. A similar technique was used in a book put out some years ago by the reform Jewish movement in the United States, in which an English story was written in Hebrew letters with vowel points. Creating this "Judeo-English" enabled a fun way of learning to read sacred texts in Hebrew.
This text is based partly on the Arabian nights (omitting a crucial point that telling anyone about a secret command of unusual languages meant death) and partly on Midrash Leviticus Rabba 22.4, commenting on Ecclesiastes 5.8. The relevant Arabic text from the Arabian Nights can conveniently be found in A new Arabic grammar of the written language by J.A. Haywood and H.M. Nahmad (Cambridge, Mass. 1965) pp. 465–468. Here is the Midrashic tale in the translation of the Soncino Midrash:
It once happened that a certain person was coming from Babylon, and sat down to rest on the road, when he saw two birds fighting with each other and one of them killed the other. The survivor went and fetched some herb and, placing it on the other, revived her. It will be a good thing, he thought, if I take some of this herb and revive therewith the dead of the Land of Israel. As he was running along he saw a fox dead and decaying on the road. It will be a good thing, he thought, if I try it on this fox. He placed it on him and revived him. He went on until he reached the Ladders of Tyre. [This is a steep road cut in steps connecting Acre and Tyre. For further information, see Encyclopædia Judaica vol. 15, col. 1490. –ADC] When he arrived at the Ladders of Tyre, he saw a lion slain and decaying on the road. It will be a good thing, he thought, if I try it on this lion. He placed some of the herb on him and he came back to life and devoured him. This bears out the popular saying: 'If you have done good to the bad, you have done a bad thing!' Do not do good to the bad and no harm will befall you!
A translation of part of this Arabic text follows.
The Story
There is a story about a man who instructed his son at the time of his death, and said to him: My son, so long as your live, crumble your bread into the water, and do not eat your fill (?). When his father died, the boy fulfilled the instruction of his father, and a certain fish came and ate the bread. When this fish grew very big, she was catching [other] fish and eating them. When the other fish saw this, they went to Leviathan and said to him: Lord Leviathan, a certain fish has become great among us, and we cannot live with her. [Leviathan] said to her: Why did you grow larger than your fellows? She said to him: A certain man comes to me and crumbles bread, and I eat it. He said to her: Bring me the man that I may see if your answer is truthful. She went and brought him to Leviathan. He said to him: My son, why do you crumble your bread in the water? He said: My Lord, thus did my father instruct me: Crumble your bread in the water. And I fulfil the instruction of my father. He said to him: Did you really fulfil the instruction of your father? He said to him: Yes. Leviathan said to him: Open your mouth. He opened his mouth, and he put in it three pills. Then special knowledge rested upon him, and he understood and knew the speech of beasts and birds, and knew the seventy languages, and so he commanded the fish to take him to dry land. They went and reached dry land. He fell asleep. Two birds [mother and son] came, and one said to the other: I will go and peck out his eyes. The other bird said to him: Men are clever. He did not listen, but flew onto his foot. He did not feel him breathing. When he reached his eye, the man said: He will peck out my eye, and grabbed him. The bird's mother: Let him go, and I will show you a big treasure belonging to King Solomon, and on top of it there is a big crown. When he heard this he understood what was said, and said to her: I will not release him until you show me the treasure. Then he held him by his wing, and they went to the sea and stood by the treasure. Then he released him. The mother bird kept on saying: Why didn't you believe me when I told you not to go to the man, because he is clever. Nevertheless you went, and he grabbed you and I revealed to him the treasure on your account. She killed him. When he died, at that time she took a kind of herb, and put it on his mouth, and his breath returned to him. A certain man saw this herb, and said: Indeed, this herb revives the dead. He took the herb and said: I will go to Jerusalem, and revive the dead with it. While he was walking on the way, he saw a dead lion, he put the herb on him, the lion stood up and ate him.
The man who had been shown the treasure returned to his house, and hired porters so that he might bring the treasure and take it to his house. He brought them to the treasure and loaded them with silver and gold to the greatest possible extent. Among the donkeys was one which was violent and of evil deeds. He said to his fellows: If you listen to my advice we will play a certain trick which will deprive him of the treasure, because he has imposed on us more than usual. They said to him: What shall we do? He said to them: Do as I do, when I enter the gate of the city I shall fall down, and the men will come to get me up, and they will see the silver and the gold, and take it from me. His fellows said to him: The man is clever, if we do that he will beat us with a stick, and get us up from the ground without help. He said to them: See what happens when I do it. If they help, then you fall down too, and they will take all the property. The man heard the whole conversation and remained quiet. When they entered the city, the donkey fell down and people came to get him up. The man said to them: Please do not get him up, because I know their speech. He took a stick and began to beat him. When [the donkey] got up by himself [the other donkeys] said to him: If we had taken your advice he would have beaten us. Then he took the treasure to his house and hid it. His wife said to him: Where did you get all that wealth? He said to her: The Holy One, blessed be He, sent it to me. She began pestering him day and night [to tell her what happened.] When he decided to give in to her, on that day he entered the stable and saw his she-mule weeping. The cock came into the manger and saw the she-mule weeping. He said to her: Why are you weeping? She said to him: Because my master has decided to give in to his wife and then she will make things difficult for us, they will beat him and take the treasure. The cock replied: I have ten wives, and all of them are afraid of me and do not contradict me. My master has just one wife and if he would listen to me, he would beat her. You can see how they are afraid of me. He took a stick and called his wives and they came. He said: You see how they are afraid of me. My master should do the same to his wife. The man understood what happened and he went to the house. His wife began to pester him. He got up, took a stick and beat her, and she shouted: Mercy, mercy! What more can I tell you, come and see what brought him to this honour, as the verse says: And wisdom gives life to those who have it. Ecclesiastes 7.12
And all this came about because he followed the instruction of his father, and followed the commandments. May He make us worthy to keep, perform and fulfil all the commandments until the Redeemer comes. Amen, may such be the Divine Will.
When they think fish are swimming over it
Like other river deltas, Bangladesh is a very fertile place.
There are no rocks, stones, boulders or pebbles. It’s all silt and mud washed down from the Himalayan mountains over millions of years. Most people farm. Though I saw people farming every day, I never ever saw a tractor. Of course they can’t afford them, or even the fuel for them. Cows used as plow pulling devices, on the other hand, eat weeds and straw for fuel. Before wearing out, they make replacements. And they don’t require spare parts shipped in from some place. The yellow flowers are mustard, grown for their oil. During the rainy season, these fields will grow rice.
Being a river delta, you can’t walk very far in any direction without hitting water: a river, canal, rice paddy, pond or lake. This is especially true during the monsoon rainy season, when it rains almost every day. All houses have a pond near them where dirt has been scooped out to raise the base of the house several feet to be above flooding. Likewise, every road has a canal dug out next to it for the same reason.
The water is teaming with fish, which (along with lentils) provides most of the protein for people. I rarely saw people using a hook and bait and a line except on the big rivers. Instead, they have about 6 other ways to catch fish.
Weighted throw nets are one of the most common fishing tools. The weights are sewn in around the edges. As soon as they hit the water, they sink fast, trapping fish below between the muddy bottom and the net. Then they carefully pull the net closed with a drawstring. I have been told –though I don’t know how to confirm it--that it was such throw nets that the fishermen were using two thousand years ago in Jesus’ time. There is an account at the end of the Gospel of John of a stranger advising the fishermen to throw the net on the right side of the boat. They do, and the net is so full they can’t get it back into the boat. Didn’t I say that living in Bangladesh is like traveling back in time?
There is another kind of net that is normally left on the bottom of a canal. When they think fish are swimming over it, they raise it suddenly, scooping up the fish.
The kid who is spear fishing has to use some science to hit his underwater mark. Just as the giant water prism bends light, so does the water in the pond. It’s called refraction. If the kid aims right for a fish, the spear will pass over its head. He actually has to aim below the image of the fish, taking into account the angle of his line of sight, how deep the fish is, and so on.
A clever way of catching fish is with traps. Kids make them out of bamboo with one way trap doors. The kids get together to splash the water and force the fish to try to escape into another rice paddy. The fish try to squeeze past the obstruction—which is of course the trap with the trap doors.
I also learned how to catch fish with my bare hands. There was a pond right outside my house in Bangladesh. Friends would come over and swim in it. One guy splashed the water in front of him, then dove in. A few seconds later he came up with a small fish in his hand. My mind refused to believe what my eyes had just witnessed! Sure that he had a bag of fish somewhere down there, I demanded that he repeat the feat in another part of the pond, a part of my choosing. Once again he splashed the water in front of him, dove under, and this time he came up with a small fish in both hands! He insisted that his hands were as fast as lightning.
I pestered him day after day. I wore him out. How had he had done it? Finally he told me. When he splashed water in front of him, the fish took evasive action because they thought the splash was a net descending to trap them. Remember that the ponds have been heavily fished with throw nets for a couple of thousand years and only the clever fish survived. One small kind of fish evades capture by diving straight down into the muddy bottom. With only a bit of its tail sticking out, there is a good chance the edge of the net will pass over without scooping him up. My friend would dive under and feel the bottom. When he touched a fish, it would betray its presence by wiggling and trying to bury itself even more. Being embedded in the mud, it was easy to grab with one hand. Mystery solved! By the way, that kind of fish never exceeded 3” and it was bony and not worth eating. However, our ducks (yes, there are ducks in Bangladesh) loved them, so we threw the small fish to them on shore. We were rewarded with lots of delicious duck eggs.
The word “bazaar” comes from South Asia. In Bengali it means “marketplace.” When I took this picture in a market place of this graceful chicken cage, woven out of bamboo strips. Because electricity (and therefore refrigeration) is rare and unreliable in this hot country, you always buy chicken live and clucking.
I was intrigued at how easily people in Bangladesh could climb trees when there were no branches or other toeholds for the first thirty feet of trunk. You might think it’s easy to just shimmy up, but actually it’s very hard. They climb palm trees to tap the sweet sap of date palms that is boiled down to sugar, and they knock down still-green coconuts out of coconut palms. Green coconuts —called “dab”—have a liquid inside that is a perfect formulation for oral re-hydration solution for someone for someone whose stomach is in bad shape. Furthermore, I have been told by medical people that it is sterile and can be used as an intervenes (IV) drip.
So how do they climb up so easily? They loop rope around their ankles. It allows them to get the traction they need with their feet. Back in the U.S. as a teacher, I had a student who had grown up in South America. He said they use the same trick there.
Cooking in Bangladesh is done with an adobe earth stove, called a “chula.” The smoke comes right out into the room, no chimney. They say it keeps mosquitoes at bay and helps preserve the thatch roof that most houses have for several years. The woman here is cooking a “parota,” which is sort of a cross between a pancake and a flour tortilla.
I get a little embarrassed when I reminisce about the food in Bangladesh. I didn’t know much about the country before going. I was going to sacrifice 3 Spartan years of my life to helping the starving masses. When I got there, I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of eating “Bangla kabar” (Bengali cooking) every day. My passion lead me to learn food and cooking vocabulary first, and those are the words I’ll never forget even though I don’t speak much Bengali anymore.
Fish, chicken and beef can all be made into a rich “torkare” (curry). To say that curry is a sort of stew does not do justice to it. It’s the harmony of the freshly ground spices that makes it so delicious. Turmeric, hot pepper, garlic, onions, coriander, cardamom…also spices like ginger and cinnamon that we associate with sweet baking all combine to stroke your taste buds. Even ordinary potatoes become a feast when curried, as does spicy lentil “dal” and stir fried vegetable “baji.” The price of spices is a current event you read about in Bangladeshi newspapers. A person would be considered to be virtually starving if they could not afford spice for their food. You eat lots of rice with the meal.
The word “chutney” comes from South Asia. In Bangladesh, it takes the form of spicy mango pickle. You might be able to find some in well-stocked grocery store.
There are lots of tropical fruits in Bangladesh, too, like mango, guava and jackfruit. The bananas were small and had one or two hard seeds a little smaller than a cherry pit. But they had a better flavor and were sweeter than ones I buy in the grocery store now. I won’t even go into all the “mishti” (sweets). I don’t usually eat deserts, but I was helpless to resist Bengali sweets.
Being a river delta, you can’t walk very far in any direction without hitting water: a river, canal, rice paddy, pond or lake. This is especially true during the monsoon rainy season, when it rains almost every day. All houses have a pond near them where dirt has been scooped out to raise the base of the house several feet to be above flooding. Likewise, every road has a canal dug out next to it for the same reason.
The water is teaming with fish, which (along with lentils) provides most of the protein for people. I rarely saw people using a hook and bait and a line except on the big rivers. Instead, they have about 6 other ways to catch fish.
Weighted throw nets are one of the most common fishing tools. The weights are sewn in around the edges. As soon as they hit the water, they sink fast, trapping fish below between the muddy bottom and the net. Then they carefully pull the net closed with a drawstring. I have been told –though I don’t know how to confirm it--that it was such throw nets that the fishermen were using two thousand years ago in Jesus’ time. There is an account at the end of the Gospel of John of a stranger advising the fishermen to throw the net on the right side of the boat. They do, and the net is so full they can’t get it back into the boat. Didn’t I say that living in Bangladesh is like traveling back in time?
There is another kind of net that is normally left on the bottom of a canal. When they think fish are swimming over it, they raise it suddenly, scooping up the fish.
The kid who is spear fishing has to use some science to hit his underwater mark. Just as the giant water prism bends light, so does the water in the pond. It’s called refraction. If the kid aims right for a fish, the spear will pass over its head. He actually has to aim below the image of the fish, taking into account the angle of his line of sight, how deep the fish is, and so on.
A clever way of catching fish is with traps. Kids make them out of bamboo with one way trap doors. The kids get together to splash the water and force the fish to try to escape into another rice paddy. The fish try to squeeze past the obstruction—which is of course the trap with the trap doors.
I also learned how to catch fish with my bare hands. There was a pond right outside my house in Bangladesh. Friends would come over and swim in it. One guy splashed the water in front of him, then dove in. A few seconds later he came up with a small fish in his hand. My mind refused to believe what my eyes had just witnessed! Sure that he had a bag of fish somewhere down there, I demanded that he repeat the feat in another part of the pond, a part of my choosing. Once again he splashed the water in front of him, dove under, and this time he came up with a small fish in both hands! He insisted that his hands were as fast as lightning.
I pestered him day after day. I wore him out. How had he had done it? Finally he told me. When he splashed water in front of him, the fish took evasive action because they thought the splash was a net descending to trap them. Remember that the ponds have been heavily fished with throw nets for a couple of thousand years and only the clever fish survived. One small kind of fish evades capture by diving straight down into the muddy bottom. With only a bit of its tail sticking out, there is a good chance the edge of the net will pass over without scooping him up. My friend would dive under and feel the bottom. When he touched a fish, it would betray its presence by wiggling and trying to bury itself even more. Being embedded in the mud, it was easy to grab with one hand. Mystery solved! By the way, that kind of fish never exceeded 3” and it was bony and not worth eating. However, our ducks (yes, there are ducks in Bangladesh) loved them, so we threw the small fish to them on shore. We were rewarded with lots of delicious duck eggs.
The word “bazaar” comes from South Asia. In Bengali it means “marketplace.” When I took this picture in a market place of this graceful chicken cage, woven out of bamboo strips. Because electricity (and therefore refrigeration) is rare and unreliable in this hot country, you always buy chicken live and clucking.
I was intrigued at how easily people in Bangladesh could climb trees when there were no branches or other toeholds for the first thirty feet of trunk. You might think it’s easy to just shimmy up, but actually it’s very hard. They climb palm trees to tap the sweet sap of date palms that is boiled down to sugar, and they knock down still-green coconuts out of coconut palms. Green coconuts —called “dab”—have a liquid inside that is a perfect formulation for oral re-hydration solution for someone for someone whose stomach is in bad shape. Furthermore, I have been told by medical people that it is sterile and can be used as an intervenes (IV) drip.
So how do they climb up so easily? They loop rope around their ankles. It allows them to get the traction they need with their feet. Back in the U.S. as a teacher, I had a student who had grown up in South America. He said they use the same trick there.
Cooking in Bangladesh is done with an adobe earth stove, called a “chula.” The smoke comes right out into the room, no chimney. They say it keeps mosquitoes at bay and helps preserve the thatch roof that most houses have for several years. The woman here is cooking a “parota,” which is sort of a cross between a pancake and a flour tortilla.
I get a little embarrassed when I reminisce about the food in Bangladesh. I didn’t know much about the country before going. I was going to sacrifice 3 Spartan years of my life to helping the starving masses. When I got there, I enjoyed the sensual pleasure of eating “Bangla kabar” (Bengali cooking) every day. My passion lead me to learn food and cooking vocabulary first, and those are the words I’ll never forget even though I don’t speak much Bengali anymore.
Fish, chicken and beef can all be made into a rich “torkare” (curry). To say that curry is a sort of stew does not do justice to it. It’s the harmony of the freshly ground spices that makes it so delicious. Turmeric, hot pepper, garlic, onions, coriander, cardamom…also spices like ginger and cinnamon that we associate with sweet baking all combine to stroke your taste buds. Even ordinary potatoes become a feast when curried, as does spicy lentil “dal” and stir fried vegetable “baji.” The price of spices is a current event you read about in Bangladeshi newspapers. A person would be considered to be virtually starving if they could not afford spice for their food. You eat lots of rice with the meal.
The word “chutney” comes from South Asia. In Bangladesh, it takes the form of spicy mango pickle. You might be able to find some in well-stocked grocery store.
There are lots of tropical fruits in Bangladesh, too, like mango, guava and jackfruit. The bananas were small and had one or two hard seeds a little smaller than a cherry pit. But they had a better flavor and were sweeter than ones I buy in the grocery store now. I won’t even go into all the “mishti” (sweets). I don’t usually eat deserts, but I was helpless to resist Bengali sweets.
Clever Whale Uses Fish to Catch Seagulls
Clever Whale Uses Fish to Catch Seagulls Comments by Frank L. Hoffman
While we don’t like to see any living creature killing another to live, we understand that we live in a corrupt world. We wish that all humans and animals could live in the peaceable kingdom that existed in Eden when all ate plant foods. Or, as Isaiah describes (11:6-9), a place where they will neither hurt nor destroy in all of God’s holy mountain, because the earth will be full of the knowledge of God as the waters cover the sea.
But in our corrupt times, this story from the Associated Press does tell a lot about the intelligence of Orcas, and how they learn from one another.
The Associated Press Sep 1, 2005 8:44 PM ET
An enterprising young killer whale at Marineland has figured out how to use fish as bait to catch seagulls — and shared his strategy with his fellow whales.
Michael Noonan, a professor of animal behavior at Canisius College in Buffalo, N.Y., made the discovery by accident while studying orca acoustics.
"One day I noticed one of the young whales appeared to have come up with a procedure for luring gulls down to the pool," the professor said. "I found it interesting so I noted it in my log."
First, the young whale spit regurgitated fish onto the surface of the water, then sank below the water and waited.
If a hungry gull landed on the water, the whale would surge up to the surface, sometimes catching a free meal of his own.
Noonan watched as the same whale set the same trap again and again.
Within a few months, the whale's younger half brother adopted the practice. Eventually the behavior spread and now five Marineland whales supplement their diet with fresh fowl, the scientist said.
"It looked liked one was watching while the other tried," Noonan said of the whale's initial behavior.
The capacity to come up with the gull-baiting strategy and then share the technique with others — known as cultural learning in the scientific world — was once believed to be one of those abilities that separated humans from other animals.
If animals possess a cultural learning ability, then it is proof that they shouldn't be exploited. Such exploitation is no different than when humans kept other humans as slaves.
But biologists have since proven certain animals, including dolphins and chimps, do this.
"This is an example in which a new behavior spread through a population," Noonan said. "We had the opportunity to see a tradition form and spread in exactly the way that cultures do in humans."
He first shared his research earlier this month at the U.S. Animal Behavior Society Conference in Utah. Since then, he said, his phone hasn't stopped ringing.
While we don’t like to see any living creature killing another to live, we understand that we live in a corrupt world. We wish that all humans and animals could live in the peaceable kingdom that existed in Eden when all ate plant foods. Or, as Isaiah describes (11:6-9), a place where they will neither hurt nor destroy in all of God’s holy mountain, because the earth will be full of the knowledge of God as the waters cover the sea.
But in our corrupt times, this story from the Associated Press does tell a lot about the intelligence of Orcas, and how they learn from one another.
The Associated Press Sep 1, 2005 8:44 PM ET
An enterprising young killer whale at Marineland has figured out how to use fish as bait to catch seagulls — and shared his strategy with his fellow whales.
Michael Noonan, a professor of animal behavior at Canisius College in Buffalo, N.Y., made the discovery by accident while studying orca acoustics.
"One day I noticed one of the young whales appeared to have come up with a procedure for luring gulls down to the pool," the professor said. "I found it interesting so I noted it in my log."
First, the young whale spit regurgitated fish onto the surface of the water, then sank below the water and waited.
If a hungry gull landed on the water, the whale would surge up to the surface, sometimes catching a free meal of his own.
Noonan watched as the same whale set the same trap again and again.
Within a few months, the whale's younger half brother adopted the practice. Eventually the behavior spread and now five Marineland whales supplement their diet with fresh fowl, the scientist said.
"It looked liked one was watching while the other tried," Noonan said of the whale's initial behavior.
The capacity to come up with the gull-baiting strategy and then share the technique with others — known as cultural learning in the scientific world — was once believed to be one of those abilities that separated humans from other animals.
If animals possess a cultural learning ability, then it is proof that they shouldn't be exploited. Such exploitation is no different than when humans kept other humans as slaves.
But biologists have since proven certain animals, including dolphins and chimps, do this.
"This is an example in which a new behavior spread through a population," Noonan said. "We had the opportunity to see a tradition form and spread in exactly the way that cultures do in humans."
He first shared his research earlier this month at the U.S. Animal Behavior Society Conference in Utah. Since then, he said, his phone hasn't stopped ringing.
We believe that there is possibly another explanation for the whales behavior of even greater importance in understanding the intelligence of whales and other animals. They obviously were fed enough food by Marineland, and didn't actually need to supplement their diet. Perhaps, this bird catching scheme was conceived as a way of overcoming their boredom of living in captivity. They may have invented a "game".
Whatever the answer, these whales many not have a choice about what they need to do to live, but we do. We don’t need to kill to live. We have an abundance of plant foods to choose from, and we will live a healthier life by doing so.
Since we consider ourselves to have superior intelligence to the animals, doesn’t it stand to reason that we should also be able to prove it by not resorting to the same killing frenzy as these whales and other carnivores do?
Abu Zubayda and the End of Trust Bush
Bush, Abu Zubayda and the End of Trust Bush has lied so often, and about absolutely crucial matters of national security, that I do not trust him any more. This is a sadder commentary than anyone can know. On the War on Terror, I don't prefer a partisan approach. After September 11, I felt we all had to pull together, left right and middle, to beat down this challenge. But I saw our president taking unseemly advantage of the terror threat. I saw him take short cuts in the law. I saw him repeatedly mischaracterize the facts. I saw him hang pre-existing projects on this new peg. I saw him try to make Americans-- always before a proud, free people--live in fear, so as to aggrandize his own power and prevent criticism of his policies. Now members of his cabinet have been so emboldened by their megalomania that they are likening critics of the Iraq War to Hitler-lovers.Bush . He continues to peddle the Abu Zubayda myth:
' Within months of September the 11th, 2001, we captured a man known as Abu Zubaydah. We believe that Zubaydah was a senior terrorist leader and a trusted associate of Osama bin Laden. Our intelligence community believes he had run a terrorist camp in Afghanistan where some of the 9/11 hijackers trained, and that he helped smuggle al Qaeda leaders out of Afghanistan after coalition forces arrived to liberate that country. Zubaydah was severely wounded during the firefight that brought him into custody -- and he survived only because of the medical care arranged by the CIA. ' This whopper may seem a minor thing in the context of the changes announced on US government torture policy, which clearly seemed aimed at keeping Administration officials out of jail (on the grounds that they changed their procedures as soon as the Supreme Court told them to do, and can't be held responsible for winging it in the absence of such instruction. Uh, they could have followed the Constitution.) But when you cannot trust your elected leaders not to tell you bald-faced lies about so crucial a matter as national security, then you do not truly live in a democracy with a rule of law and political accountability. You live in the Orwellian State. Every time Americans give up elements of basic civic governance at Bush's wheedling, Bin Laden wins a little bit more. Bin Laden cannot win, but Americans like Bush can grant him victory.Abu Zubayda was captured in a shoot-out in Karachi in March of 2002. Bush has repeatedly characterized him as a high-level al-Qaeda leader, and on Wednesday he implied that the information supplied by Abu Zubayda was crucial to the capture of Khalid Sheikh Muhammad, a genuine 9/11 mastermind.Already on April 7, 2002, the WP reported that Abu Zubayda "was described by Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld as "a very senior al Qaeda official who has been intimately involved in a range of activities for the al Qaeda." and that ' White House press secretary Ari Fleischer said the administration considered his capture "a very serious blow to al Qaeda." ' On April 13, 2002, the Washington Post was reporting on his significance in Rumsfeldspeak:
' Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld was the first administration official to disclose publicly that Abu Zubaida, who was acting as the field operations coordinator of the al Qaeda network, was answering questions. Rumsfeld told reporters that Abu Zubaida "talked when people asked him questions and he said this, that and the other thing." 'What?is that he identified Khalid Shaikh Muhammad's nickname and gave details helpful in tracking him down. In fact the CIA knew the nickname from August, 2001. And he was captured near Islamabad in the house of a relative of a major Jama'at-i Islami leader based on a tip. The tipster was paid $25 million. When confronted with this, the Bush administration said it was true but that Abu Zubayda's information was also helpful. But how? If we knew the nickname from other sources, and if we knew the location from a tipster, what value added does Abu Zubayda supply? None.There is in fact reason to question whether he was capable of providing solid information, because he is not a well man.Ron Suskind's One Percent Solution discusses Abu Zubayda. His sources in the intelligence community revealed to him that Abu Zubayda turned out not to have been a high level planner, as Rumsfeld had announced. He was more like a low level travel agent for the families of al-Qaeda operatives. And he could barely pull off that basic job, since he seems to suffer from multiple personality syndrome. The CIA captured his diary. The entries were by his three distinct personae, Hani-1, Hani-2 and Hani-3 (a boy, a young man, and a middle-aged man). The entries contained exhaustive detail about making travel arrangements for his clients. It was useless, junk detail, compulsive in nature and completely unhelpful. It went on forever. Dan coleman, then the FBI's lead man in fighting al-Qaeda said the diary was about "what people ate, or wore, or trifling things they said. . . This guy is insane, certifiable, split personality."Suskind says that the agents briefed Bush and Cheney about all this, how Abu Zubayda was a small looney fish, not a big clever one. And the agents were shocked to see Bush and Cheney nevertheless continue to mischaracterize Abu Zubayda as a major al-Qaeda leader to the American public. How shocked they must be to see Bush go on this way even after the appearance of Suskind's book!Testy denunciations of Suskind's findings by anonymous "intelligence sources" are to be expected, and are irrelevant as long as we don't know who and why. The problem is that Zubayda's information was in some cases extracted while he was suffering from three gunshot wounds, and was denied painkilling medication as a way of making him talk. Zubayda's information has to be high quality, you see, to make the agents and the Bushies feel right about doing that. Bush had the gall to say on Wednesday that Abu Zubayda's life was saved by the agents who captured him. That is true. But it was Bush's way of making sure the press didn't ask about the torture.The other problem is that there are active cases hanging on the validity of Abu Zubayda's testimony.Apparently the bizarre allegations surrounding Jose Pedilla, derived from Abu Zubayda's fevered mind. I would not be surprised to see that case collapse. There are others:
The Gazette (Montreal)October 23, 2004 SaturdayBYLINE: ANDREW DUFFY, CanWest News ServiceDATELINE: OTTAWAThe lawyer for Mohamed Harkat of Ottawa will attempt to establish in Federal Court that an Al-Qa'ida lieutenant was tortured into giving evidence against his client.Abu Zubaida, an Al-Qa'ida operational planner in U.S. custody since March 2002, has been a key source of information for the Canadian Security Intelligence Service in building a case against Harkat.Harkat is accused of being part of the Al-Qa'ida terrorist network.Harkat, 35, faces deportation to his native Algeria if a judge accepts that the security service's case against him is "reasonable."His lawyer, Paul Copeland, wants CSIS to acknowledge that the information they received from Zubaida came as the result of his being denied medical treatment for gunshot wounds.Zubaida was handed over to U.S. officials after being arrested in a violent raid on a guest house in Faisalabad, Pakistan, during which he was shot in the groin and thigh.Both the Washington Post and New York Times have reported that Central Intelligence Agency interrogators denied him painkillers as a means of gaining his co-operation.Copeland will contend in a Federal Court hearing next week that whatever evidence he has provided against Harkat should be discounted.Next week's hearing will be Harkat's first chance to officially answer the terrorist allegations levelled against him in December 2002.Justice Eleanor Dawson must decide if a decision to issue a security certificate against Harkat was reasonable.The certificate allows Harkat to be deported as a national security threat.CSIS claims Zubaida identified Harkat as operating a guest house in Peshawar, Pakistan, for mujahideen travelling to Chechnya.Harkat, who has lived in Ottawa since 1995, insists he has never been to Afghanistan.He says he never met Zubaida and that he has nothing to do with Al-Qa'ida. '
' Within months of September the 11th, 2001, we captured a man known as Abu Zubaydah. We believe that Zubaydah was a senior terrorist leader and a trusted associate of Osama bin Laden. Our intelligence community believes he had run a terrorist camp in Afghanistan where some of the 9/11 hijackers trained, and that he helped smuggle al Qaeda leaders out of Afghanistan after coalition forces arrived to liberate that country. Zubaydah was severely wounded during the firefight that brought him into custody -- and he survived only because of the medical care arranged by the CIA. ' This whopper may seem a minor thing in the context of the changes announced on US government torture policy, which clearly seemed aimed at keeping Administration officials out of jail (on the grounds that they changed their procedures as soon as the Supreme Court told them to do, and can't be held responsible for winging it in the absence of such instruction. Uh, they could have followed the Constitution.) But when you cannot trust your elected leaders not to tell you bald-faced lies about so crucial a matter as national security, then you do not truly live in a democracy with a rule of law and political accountability. You live in the Orwellian State. Every time Americans give up elements of basic civic governance at Bush's wheedling, Bin Laden wins a little bit more. Bin Laden cannot win, but Americans like Bush can grant him victory.Abu Zubayda was captured in a shoot-out in Karachi in March of 2002. Bush has repeatedly characterized him as a high-level al-Qaeda leader, and on Wednesday he implied that the information supplied by Abu Zubayda was crucial to the capture of Khalid Sheikh Muhammad, a genuine 9/11 mastermind.Already on April 7, 2002, the WP reported that Abu Zubayda "was described by Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld as "a very senior al Qaeda official who has been intimately involved in a range of activities for the al Qaeda." and that ' White House press secretary Ari Fleischer said the administration considered his capture "a very serious blow to al Qaeda." ' On April 13, 2002, the Washington Post was reporting on his significance in Rumsfeldspeak:
' Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld was the first administration official to disclose publicly that Abu Zubaida, who was acting as the field operations coordinator of the al Qaeda network, was answering questions. Rumsfeld told reporters that Abu Zubaida "talked when people asked him questions and he said this, that and the other thing." 'What?is that he identified Khalid Shaikh Muhammad's nickname and gave details helpful in tracking him down. In fact the CIA knew the nickname from August, 2001. And he was captured near Islamabad in the house of a relative of a major Jama'at-i Islami leader based on a tip. The tipster was paid $25 million. When confronted with this, the Bush administration said it was true but that Abu Zubayda's information was also helpful. But how? If we knew the nickname from other sources, and if we knew the location from a tipster, what value added does Abu Zubayda supply? None.There is in fact reason to question whether he was capable of providing solid information, because he is not a well man.Ron Suskind's One Percent Solution discusses Abu Zubayda. His sources in the intelligence community revealed to him that Abu Zubayda turned out not to have been a high level planner, as Rumsfeld had announced. He was more like a low level travel agent for the families of al-Qaeda operatives. And he could barely pull off that basic job, since he seems to suffer from multiple personality syndrome. The CIA captured his diary. The entries were by his three distinct personae, Hani-1, Hani-2 and Hani-3 (a boy, a young man, and a middle-aged man). The entries contained exhaustive detail about making travel arrangements for his clients. It was useless, junk detail, compulsive in nature and completely unhelpful. It went on forever. Dan coleman, then the FBI's lead man in fighting al-Qaeda said the diary was about "what people ate, or wore, or trifling things they said. . . This guy is insane, certifiable, split personality."Suskind says that the agents briefed Bush and Cheney about all this, how Abu Zubayda was a small looney fish, not a big clever one. And the agents were shocked to see Bush and Cheney nevertheless continue to mischaracterize Abu Zubayda as a major al-Qaeda leader to the American public. How shocked they must be to see Bush go on this way even after the appearance of Suskind's book!Testy denunciations of Suskind's findings by anonymous "intelligence sources" are to be expected, and are irrelevant as long as we don't know who and why. The problem is that Zubayda's information was in some cases extracted while he was suffering from three gunshot wounds, and was denied painkilling medication as a way of making him talk. Zubayda's information has to be high quality, you see, to make the agents and the Bushies feel right about doing that. Bush had the gall to say on Wednesday that Abu Zubayda's life was saved by the agents who captured him. That is true. But it was Bush's way of making sure the press didn't ask about the torture.The other problem is that there are active cases hanging on the validity of Abu Zubayda's testimony.Apparently the bizarre allegations surrounding Jose Pedilla, derived from Abu Zubayda's fevered mind. I would not be surprised to see that case collapse. There are others:
The Gazette (Montreal)October 23, 2004 SaturdayBYLINE: ANDREW DUFFY, CanWest News ServiceDATELINE: OTTAWAThe lawyer for Mohamed Harkat of Ottawa will attempt to establish in Federal Court that an Al-Qa'ida lieutenant was tortured into giving evidence against his client.Abu Zubaida, an Al-Qa'ida operational planner in U.S. custody since March 2002, has been a key source of information for the Canadian Security Intelligence Service in building a case against Harkat.Harkat is accused of being part of the Al-Qa'ida terrorist network.Harkat, 35, faces deportation to his native Algeria if a judge accepts that the security service's case against him is "reasonable."His lawyer, Paul Copeland, wants CSIS to acknowledge that the information they received from Zubaida came as the result of his being denied medical treatment for gunshot wounds.Zubaida was handed over to U.S. officials after being arrested in a violent raid on a guest house in Faisalabad, Pakistan, during which he was shot in the groin and thigh.Both the Washington Post and New York Times have reported that Central Intelligence Agency interrogators denied him painkillers as a means of gaining his co-operation.Copeland will contend in a Federal Court hearing next week that whatever evidence he has provided against Harkat should be discounted.Next week's hearing will be Harkat's first chance to officially answer the terrorist allegations levelled against him in December 2002.Justice Eleanor Dawson must decide if a decision to issue a security certificate against Harkat was reasonable.The certificate allows Harkat to be deported as a national security threat.CSIS claims Zubaida identified Harkat as operating a guest house in Peshawar, Pakistan, for mujahideen travelling to Chechnya.Harkat, who has lived in Ottawa since 1995, insists he has never been to Afghanistan.He says he never met Zubaida and that he has nothing to do with Al-Qa'ida. '
Vice president of Fish School
'Mad scientists' prove pet fish have more on the ball than we thought
Tuesday, January 24, 2006By Bob Batz Jr., Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Lake Fong, Post-Gazette photosDean Pomerleau, right, and his son Kyle, 9, president and vice president of Fish School, are the proud teachers of Albert Einstein, a 3-year-old calico fantail goldfish.Click photo for larger image.
Teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime.
Teach a fish to play football and ... well, now you really could be on to something.
A Pine man and his son have trained a pet goldfish to "carry" a football, "shoot" a soccer ball into a net, even "dance" the limbo.
If you don't believe it, you can check out photos and videos at the Web site they've launched, http://www.fish-school.com/.
You also could tune in to the Animal Planet's "The Planet's Funniest Animals" show, which is to air a video they submitted sometime soon. The "Late Show With David Letterman" still hasn't gotten back to them about being on a Stupid Pet Trick segment.
If you do believe it and want to try this at home, you can order one of their how-to e-books ($5.95) or complete fish training kits ($19.95), both of which come with guarantees as well as frame-able Fish School diplomas.
These guys and their fish are, as the Web site says, "NOT a joke." We went out and checked.
"This Isaac is a genius!" Dean Pomerleau says as he works with his newest student, a betta, or Siamese fighting fish, whose full name is Isaac Newton. Just one day after Mr. Pomerleau acquired him (to replace a fish by the same name who expired), Isaac is swimming through a hoop to get to a bit of food his trainer is offering via a homemade feeding wand.
This "positive reinforcement" technique, as used to train other animals, is what Mr. Pomerleau, 41, and his 9-year-old son, Kyle, began experimenting with about a year ago when Kyle came home with two goldfish he'd won at a school fair.
Isaac Newton, a betta fish, swims through a hoop at Fish School. It will get a piece of food as a reward.Click photo for larger image.
Noticing that the fish recognized and responded to them as they approached their tank, the guys began researching fish intelligence and found lots of scientific evidence that fish are smarter than most people think.
Mr. Pomerleau -- actually, Dr. Pomerleau -- is pretty smart, too, having earned his computer science Ph.D. at Carnegie Mellon University. Co-founder and president of AssistWare Technology, which makes car crash warning devices, he's worked for 16 years in the field of outdoor robot perception and intelligent vehicles.
Kyle is a smart fourth-grader at Richland Elementary School.
Both are at heart, they agree, engineers.
They bought a fantail goldfish they dubbed Albert, for Albert Einstein, and quickly trained it to eat out of their hands.
That's not so unusual. But then, using a Starbucks straw, a rubber-band, a toothpick and other materials, Mr. Pomerleau made the feeding wand. They used that to reward Albert whenever his actions came close to what they wanted him to do.
It didn't take Albert long to learn to swim through a homemade hoop, then through a tunnel, even under a horizontal bar.
Kyle had the idea to train him to push a toy soccer ball into a toy goal and push a toy football, even "fetch" the ball to them from the floor. Now he gets fired up to play when placed in his performance tank, which they surrounded with green artificial turf.
Watch: After scoring another goal at Mr. Pomerleau's Richland office where the fish lives, Albert swims toward the surface, looking for his reward.
Albert Einstein, pushes a soccer ball toward a goal at Fish School in Pine.Click photo for larger image.
"You can see he clearly has something on his mind," Mr. Pomerleau says, wanding him another pellet of food.
It's something to see, agrees a chuckling Bill Huff, who owns the nearby Seahorse fish store that sold them the big goldfish. He's heard of fish learning simple behaviors like eating out of someone's hand, but "not to this scale," as he puts it. "I was pretty pleased with what he's accomplished."
Also impressed, as well as amused, after catching the videos, is Allan Marshall, curator of aquatic life at the Pittsburgh Zoo & Aquarium, where they also do some training or "enrichment" for creatures including octopi and sharks. "No, we do not make our charges push soccer balls or swim through hoops (flaming or otherwise), but we do work with behaviors such as target training, puzzle feeders (octopus) and operant conditioning to reduce stress levels for necessary handling" such as weighing in the case of the penguins.
The self-described mad scientists' success with Albert led them to not only train other fish (including a pair of oscars at home), but also launch the Web site to show others how to do it.
Since December, they've had more than 15,000 unique users. "We've had hits from every continent but Africa. And Antarctica," says Mr. Pomerleau, who saw spikes after an interview with him and his son aired on the Internet show, "Pet Fish Talk," and after other outlets picked up on that. They've sold some 50 downloadable books and kits -- from McCandless to Australia.
Besides sending video to Animal Planet and Letterman, they've applied to the Guinness Book of World Records to have Albert listed as the "World's Smartest Fish." Last week, someone from "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" called to ask for permission to run a photo of Isaac in a forthcoming children's book ("I encouraged them to use a picture of Albert," notes Mr. Pomerleau. "I think he's more photogenic, and certainly more talented!").
They hope to at least take their act to Richland Elementary and add new tricks, too, including basketball.
Mr. Pomerleau, who doesn't expect to give up his day job, says, "It's been a fun project for the two of us," but it's not just frivolous. He's a longtime vegan who doesn't eat any animal products. Kyle now doesn't eat fish.
They both believe that helping show that fish are sentient might help convince people to treat them better, a goal shared by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal's Fish Empathy Project.
It bothers Kyle, too, that, "People fish for fun. They don't even necessarily eat them."
Mr. Pomerleau, who's contacted PETA about his research, also harbors a practical purpose for training fish to be more than just boring decorations:
Kyle and his sister, Kendall, have long wanted a dog, something Mr. Pomerleau and his wife are happy to keep putting off.
Kendall's hounding continues.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006By Bob Batz Jr., Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
Lake Fong, Post-Gazette photosDean Pomerleau, right, and his son Kyle, 9, president and vice president of Fish School, are the proud teachers of Albert Einstein, a 3-year-old calico fantail goldfish.Click photo for larger image.
Teach a man to fish and he eats for a lifetime.
Teach a fish to play football and ... well, now you really could be on to something.
A Pine man and his son have trained a pet goldfish to "carry" a football, "shoot" a soccer ball into a net, even "dance" the limbo.
If you don't believe it, you can check out photos and videos at the Web site they've launched, http://www.fish-school.com/.
You also could tune in to the Animal Planet's "The Planet's Funniest Animals" show, which is to air a video they submitted sometime soon. The "Late Show With David Letterman" still hasn't gotten back to them about being on a Stupid Pet Trick segment.
If you do believe it and want to try this at home, you can order one of their how-to e-books ($5.95) or complete fish training kits ($19.95), both of which come with guarantees as well as frame-able Fish School diplomas.
These guys and their fish are, as the Web site says, "NOT a joke." We went out and checked.
"This Isaac is a genius!" Dean Pomerleau says as he works with his newest student, a betta, or Siamese fighting fish, whose full name is Isaac Newton. Just one day after Mr. Pomerleau acquired him (to replace a fish by the same name who expired), Isaac is swimming through a hoop to get to a bit of food his trainer is offering via a homemade feeding wand.
This "positive reinforcement" technique, as used to train other animals, is what Mr. Pomerleau, 41, and his 9-year-old son, Kyle, began experimenting with about a year ago when Kyle came home with two goldfish he'd won at a school fair.
Isaac Newton, a betta fish, swims through a hoop at Fish School. It will get a piece of food as a reward.Click photo for larger image.
Noticing that the fish recognized and responded to them as they approached their tank, the guys began researching fish intelligence and found lots of scientific evidence that fish are smarter than most people think.
Mr. Pomerleau -- actually, Dr. Pomerleau -- is pretty smart, too, having earned his computer science Ph.D. at Carnegie Mellon University. Co-founder and president of AssistWare Technology, which makes car crash warning devices, he's worked for 16 years in the field of outdoor robot perception and intelligent vehicles.
Kyle is a smart fourth-grader at Richland Elementary School.
Both are at heart, they agree, engineers.
They bought a fantail goldfish they dubbed Albert, for Albert Einstein, and quickly trained it to eat out of their hands.
That's not so unusual. But then, using a Starbucks straw, a rubber-band, a toothpick and other materials, Mr. Pomerleau made the feeding wand. They used that to reward Albert whenever his actions came close to what they wanted him to do.
It didn't take Albert long to learn to swim through a homemade hoop, then through a tunnel, even under a horizontal bar.
Kyle had the idea to train him to push a toy soccer ball into a toy goal and push a toy football, even "fetch" the ball to them from the floor. Now he gets fired up to play when placed in his performance tank, which they surrounded with green artificial turf.
Watch: After scoring another goal at Mr. Pomerleau's Richland office where the fish lives, Albert swims toward the surface, looking for his reward.
Albert Einstein, pushes a soccer ball toward a goal at Fish School in Pine.Click photo for larger image.
"You can see he clearly has something on his mind," Mr. Pomerleau says, wanding him another pellet of food.
It's something to see, agrees a chuckling Bill Huff, who owns the nearby Seahorse fish store that sold them the big goldfish. He's heard of fish learning simple behaviors like eating out of someone's hand, but "not to this scale," as he puts it. "I was pretty pleased with what he's accomplished."
Also impressed, as well as amused, after catching the videos, is Allan Marshall, curator of aquatic life at the Pittsburgh Zoo & Aquarium, where they also do some training or "enrichment" for creatures including octopi and sharks. "No, we do not make our charges push soccer balls or swim through hoops (flaming or otherwise), but we do work with behaviors such as target training, puzzle feeders (octopus) and operant conditioning to reduce stress levels for necessary handling" such as weighing in the case of the penguins.
The self-described mad scientists' success with Albert led them to not only train other fish (including a pair of oscars at home), but also launch the Web site to show others how to do it.
Since December, they've had more than 15,000 unique users. "We've had hits from every continent but Africa. And Antarctica," says Mr. Pomerleau, who saw spikes after an interview with him and his son aired on the Internet show, "Pet Fish Talk," and after other outlets picked up on that. They've sold some 50 downloadable books and kits -- from McCandless to Australia.
Besides sending video to Animal Planet and Letterman, they've applied to the Guinness Book of World Records to have Albert listed as the "World's Smartest Fish." Last week, someone from "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" called to ask for permission to run a photo of Isaac in a forthcoming children's book ("I encouraged them to use a picture of Albert," notes Mr. Pomerleau. "I think he's more photogenic, and certainly more talented!").
They hope to at least take their act to Richland Elementary and add new tricks, too, including basketball.
Mr. Pomerleau, who doesn't expect to give up his day job, says, "It's been a fun project for the two of us," but it's not just frivolous. He's a longtime vegan who doesn't eat any animal products. Kyle now doesn't eat fish.
They both believe that helping show that fish are sentient might help convince people to treat them better, a goal shared by People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal's Fish Empathy Project.
It bothers Kyle, too, that, "People fish for fun. They don't even necessarily eat them."
Mr. Pomerleau, who's contacted PETA about his research, also harbors a practical purpose for training fish to be more than just boring decorations:
Kyle and his sister, Kendall, have long wanted a dog, something Mr. Pomerleau and his wife are happy to keep putting off.
Kendall's hounding continues.
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ต้องการรับสมัคร เด็กรุ่นใหม่ไฟแรง เพื่อเข้ามาร่วมทีมงาน ในหลายตำแหน่ง หลายอัตรา เพื่อรองรับการขยายงานของบริษัท และพัฒนางานโฆษณาของโลก
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01. Assistant Director ผู้ช่วยผู้กำกับ ช่างเจรจา กล้าแสดงออก ชอบความท้าทาย บุคลิกดี มนุษย์สัมพันธ์เป็นเลิศ มีความมั่นใจในตัวเอง ใจเย็น รับผิดชอบงาน ตรงต่อเวลา มีความกระตือรือร้นในการทำงาน ทำงานวันหยุด และ เสาร์-อาทิตย์ ทำงานได้ 7 วัน ตามตัวได้ตลอดเวลา มีความสามารถด้านการเขียน พูด และอ่านทั้งภาษาไทยและอังกฤษอย่างดี มีความคิดสร้างสรรค์ นิสัยร่าเริง รักงานหนัก มีความรับผิดชอบ มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทำงานร่วมกับผู้อื่นได้ เป็นคนไม่มีโลกส่วนตัว รักงานสนุก บุกลุยทุกกองถ่ายตั้งแต่เช้ายันเช้า แบบไม่ห่วงสวย ห่วงหล่อ ทำ Film Professional Call Sheet เป็น
02. Casting and Acting Coach ฝ่ายจัดหานักแสดง ช่างเจรจา กล้าแสดงออก ชอบความท้าทาย บุคลิกดี มนุษย์สัมพันธ์เป็นเลิศ มีความมั่นใจในตัวเอง มีความรู้ทางด้านการแสดง ใจเย็น รับผิดชอบงาน ตรงต่อเวลา มีความรับผิดชอบ มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทำงานวันหยุด และ เสาร์-อาทิตย์ได้
03. Costume-Wardrobe แผนกเสื้อผ้า แบกราวผ้าได้ รีดผ้าเป็น หา Reference นำเสนอต่อผู้กำกับ ขายงายในส่วนของ Costume ต่อลูกค้าร่วมกับผู้กำกับ จัดเตรียมเสื้อผ้าและเครื่องประดับ สำหรับนักแสดง ดูแลการแต่งกายของนักแสดง เคลียร์บิลสำหรับเงินที่ Advance ไป อายุไม่เกิน 28 ปี ปริญญาตรี ออกแบบแฟชั่น หรืออื่นๆที่เกี่ยวข้อง
ใช้ Photoshop Illustrator Internet ได้คล่อง Sketch รูปได้ (วาดเอง และ หรือ ใช้โปรแกรมคอมพิวเตอร์) มีความรู้ด้านการตัดเย็บเสื้อผ้า มีแหล่งการตัดเย็บที่มีคุณภาพและสามารถติดต่อประสานงานได้ มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี หากมีประสบการณ์จะพิจารณาเป็นพิเศษ ออกแบบเสื้อผ้าได้ จะได้รับการพิจารณาเป็นพิเศษ
04. Art Director and Assist Art Director ปริญญาตรี สาขาเกี่ยวข้องกับงานศิลปกรรม ใจรักงานศิลปะ งานหนักจนถึงงานจิ๊บๆ ไม่เกี่ยง อาทิ ตัดโฟม สติกเกอร์ ตอกไม้ ตัดเหล็ก สื่อสารเป็นภาษาศิลปะได้เข้าใจ ใช้ Photoshop, illustrator ได้ก็จะดี มีอัธยาศัยดี อารมณ์เย็น มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี มีความรู้ทางด้านคอมพิวเตอร์เป็นอย่างดี สนใจการทำภาพยนตร์
05. Film Producer and Assistant Film Producer
เรียนจบทางด้านภาพยนตร์หรือสาขาที่เกี่ยวข้อง เข้าใจใจศาสตร์และศิลปของภาพยนตร์ เป็นอย่างดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทนแดดทนฝน แรงดี เสียงดัง ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ มนุษย์สัมพันธ์ดี มีความรู้ความสามารถในเรื่องการติดต่อประสานงาน เป็นคนละเอียด บวกลบเลขไม่ผิด ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ รักการบริการ มนุษสัมพันธ์ดี มีศิลปะในการพูด ชอบพบคน รักความก้าวหน้า กระตือรือล้น มีไฟ เข้าใจการถ่ายทำภาพยนต์เป็นอย่างดี พูดจาดี บุคลิกดี มีมารยาท ชอบทำงานกับคนหมู่มาก แก้ปัญหาเฉพาะหน้าได้ดี ใช้คอมพิวเตอร์ได้ ทั้ง Microsoft words, Excel ไม่มีพันธะทางครอบครัว ไปต่างจังหวัดได้ ทำ Film Professional Call Sheet เป็น
06. Production Coordinator ประสานงานกองถ่าย มีความรู้ความสามารถในเรื่องการติดต่อประสานงาน เป็นคนละเอียด บวกลบเลขไม่ผิด ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ รักการบริการ มนุษสัมพันธ์ดี มีศิลปะในการพูด ชอบพบคน รักความก้าวหน้า กระตือรือล้น มีไฟ เข้าใจการถ่ายทำภาพยนต์เป็นอย่างดี พูดจาดี บุคลิกดี มีมารยาท ชอบทำงานกับคนหมู่มากมีความสามารถด้านประสานงาน แก้ปัญหาเฉพาะหน้าได้ดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทนแดดทนฝน แรงดี เสียงดัง ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ มนุษย์สัมพันธ์ดี ใช้คอมพิวเตอร์ได้ ทั้ง Microsoft words, Excel ไม่มีพันธะทางครอบครัว ไปต่างจังหวัดได้ ทำ Call Sheet เป็น
07. Location Manager and Location Scout Survey
ผู้จัดการกองถ่าย ฝ่ายหาโลเคชั่น มีความสามารถในการใช้กล้องภาพนิ่ง ขับรถได้ มีใบขับขี่ มีทักษะในการพูด จริงใจ ตั้งใจต้องการเรียนรู้ รักความก้าวหน้า มีความกระตือรือร้น และรับผิดชอบงานได้ดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ดูหนังเป็น เข้าใจในภาษาหนัง ติดต่อประสานงานเก่ง มีความรู้รอบตัว มีประสบการณ์และมีความรู้ใน GPS จะได้รับการพิจาณาเป็นพิเศษ
08. Props Master ฝ่ายหา อุปกรณ์ประกอบฉาก หรือของเข้าฉาก มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี
09. Cameraman and Assistant Cameraman มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี
10. Film Editor and Assist Film Editor [AVID] สามารถใช้โปรแกรม Adobe Premiere และ Photoshop ได้อย่างชำนาญ มีความต้องการที่จะเป็น คนตัดต่อที่ดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี
11. Special EFX and Model FX สเปเชี่ยล เอฟเฟ็ค ภาพยนตร์ จบปริญญาตรี ทางวิศวะ คอมพิวเตอร์ ไฟฟ้า หรือเครื่องกล หรือไม่ก็ เรียนทางศิลปกรรม จิตกรรม รักในงานพิสดาร มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี เข้าใจภาพยนตร์ เป็นอย่างดี รักหนัง มีความละเอียดอ่อน เข้าใจในระบบการทำงานทางด้าน EFX เป็นอย่างดี มีความสามารถทางด้าน Computer
12. IT Support การศึกษาระดับปริญญาตรี สาขาวิศวกรรมคอมพิวเตอร์, วิทยาศาสตร์คอมพิวเตอร์, เทคโนโลยีสารสนเทศ หรือ สาขาที่เกี่ยวข้อง มีความรู้ ความเชี่ยวชาญทางด้าน Computer Hardware, LAN ระบบ Network Windows พนักงานฝ่าย บริหารและ บริการด้านคอมพิวเตอร์มีความรู้หรือจบทางด้านที่เกี่ยวข้องกับคอมพิวเตอร์ เพื่อมาดูแลเครือข่าย
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01. Assistant Director ผู้ช่วยผู้กำกับ ช่างเจรจา กล้าแสดงออก ชอบความท้าทาย บุคลิกดี มนุษย์สัมพันธ์เป็นเลิศ มีความมั่นใจในตัวเอง ใจเย็น รับผิดชอบงาน ตรงต่อเวลา มีความกระตือรือร้นในการทำงาน ทำงานวันหยุด และ เสาร์-อาทิตย์ ทำงานได้ 7 วัน ตามตัวได้ตลอดเวลา มีความสามารถด้านการเขียน พูด และอ่านทั้งภาษาไทยและอังกฤษอย่างดี มีความคิดสร้างสรรค์ นิสัยร่าเริง รักงานหนัก มีความรับผิดชอบ มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทำงานร่วมกับผู้อื่นได้ เป็นคนไม่มีโลกส่วนตัว รักงานสนุก บุกลุยทุกกองถ่ายตั้งแต่เช้ายันเช้า แบบไม่ห่วงสวย ห่วงหล่อ ทำ Film Professional Call Sheet เป็น
02. Casting and Acting Coach ฝ่ายจัดหานักแสดง ช่างเจรจา กล้าแสดงออก ชอบความท้าทาย บุคลิกดี มนุษย์สัมพันธ์เป็นเลิศ มีความมั่นใจในตัวเอง มีความรู้ทางด้านการแสดง ใจเย็น รับผิดชอบงาน ตรงต่อเวลา มีความรับผิดชอบ มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทำงานวันหยุด และ เสาร์-อาทิตย์ได้
03. Costume-Wardrobe แผนกเสื้อผ้า แบกราวผ้าได้ รีดผ้าเป็น หา Reference นำเสนอต่อผู้กำกับ ขายงายในส่วนของ Costume ต่อลูกค้าร่วมกับผู้กำกับ จัดเตรียมเสื้อผ้าและเครื่องประดับ สำหรับนักแสดง ดูแลการแต่งกายของนักแสดง เคลียร์บิลสำหรับเงินที่ Advance ไป อายุไม่เกิน 28 ปี ปริญญาตรี ออกแบบแฟชั่น หรืออื่นๆที่เกี่ยวข้อง
ใช้ Photoshop Illustrator Internet ได้คล่อง Sketch รูปได้ (วาดเอง และ หรือ ใช้โปรแกรมคอมพิวเตอร์) มีความรู้ด้านการตัดเย็บเสื้อผ้า มีแหล่งการตัดเย็บที่มีคุณภาพและสามารถติดต่อประสานงานได้ มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี หากมีประสบการณ์จะพิจารณาเป็นพิเศษ ออกแบบเสื้อผ้าได้ จะได้รับการพิจารณาเป็นพิเศษ
04. Art Director and Assist Art Director ปริญญาตรี สาขาเกี่ยวข้องกับงานศิลปกรรม ใจรักงานศิลปะ งานหนักจนถึงงานจิ๊บๆ ไม่เกี่ยง อาทิ ตัดโฟม สติกเกอร์ ตอกไม้ ตัดเหล็ก สื่อสารเป็นภาษาศิลปะได้เข้าใจ ใช้ Photoshop, illustrator ได้ก็จะดี มีอัธยาศัยดี อารมณ์เย็น มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี มีความรู้ทางด้านคอมพิวเตอร์เป็นอย่างดี สนใจการทำภาพยนตร์
05. Film Producer and Assistant Film Producer
เรียนจบทางด้านภาพยนตร์หรือสาขาที่เกี่ยวข้อง เข้าใจใจศาสตร์และศิลปของภาพยนตร์ เป็นอย่างดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทนแดดทนฝน แรงดี เสียงดัง ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ มนุษย์สัมพันธ์ดี มีความรู้ความสามารถในเรื่องการติดต่อประสานงาน เป็นคนละเอียด บวกลบเลขไม่ผิด ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ รักการบริการ มนุษสัมพันธ์ดี มีศิลปะในการพูด ชอบพบคน รักความก้าวหน้า กระตือรือล้น มีไฟ เข้าใจการถ่ายทำภาพยนต์เป็นอย่างดี พูดจาดี บุคลิกดี มีมารยาท ชอบทำงานกับคนหมู่มาก แก้ปัญหาเฉพาะหน้าได้ดี ใช้คอมพิวเตอร์ได้ ทั้ง Microsoft words, Excel ไม่มีพันธะทางครอบครัว ไปต่างจังหวัดได้ ทำ Film Professional Call Sheet เป็น
06. Production Coordinator ประสานงานกองถ่าย มีความรู้ความสามารถในเรื่องการติดต่อประสานงาน เป็นคนละเอียด บวกลบเลขไม่ผิด ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ รักการบริการ มนุษสัมพันธ์ดี มีศิลปะในการพูด ชอบพบคน รักความก้าวหน้า กระตือรือล้น มีไฟ เข้าใจการถ่ายทำภาพยนต์เป็นอย่างดี พูดจาดี บุคลิกดี มีมารยาท ชอบทำงานกับคนหมู่มากมีความสามารถด้านประสานงาน แก้ปัญหาเฉพาะหน้าได้ดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ทนแดดทนฝน แรงดี เสียงดัง ขยันขันแข็ง หนักเอาเบาสู้ มนุษย์สัมพันธ์ดี ใช้คอมพิวเตอร์ได้ ทั้ง Microsoft words, Excel ไม่มีพันธะทางครอบครัว ไปต่างจังหวัดได้ ทำ Call Sheet เป็น
07. Location Manager and Location Scout Survey
ผู้จัดการกองถ่าย ฝ่ายหาโลเคชั่น มีความสามารถในการใช้กล้องภาพนิ่ง ขับรถได้ มีใบขับขี่ มีทักษะในการพูด จริงใจ ตั้งใจต้องการเรียนรู้ รักความก้าวหน้า มีความกระตือรือร้น และรับผิดชอบงานได้ดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี ดูหนังเป็น เข้าใจในภาษาหนัง ติดต่อประสานงานเก่ง มีความรู้รอบตัว มีประสบการณ์และมีความรู้ใน GPS จะได้รับการพิจาณาเป็นพิเศษ
08. Props Master ฝ่ายหา อุปกรณ์ประกอบฉาก หรือของเข้าฉาก มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี
09. Cameraman and Assistant Cameraman มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี
10. Film Editor and Assist Film Editor [AVID] สามารถใช้โปรแกรม Adobe Premiere และ Photoshop ได้อย่างชำนาญ มีความต้องการที่จะเป็น คนตัดต่อที่ดี มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี
11. Special EFX and Model FX สเปเชี่ยล เอฟเฟ็ค ภาพยนตร์ จบปริญญาตรี ทางวิศวะ คอมพิวเตอร์ ไฟฟ้า หรือเครื่องกล หรือไม่ก็ เรียนทางศิลปกรรม จิตกรรม รักในงานพิสดาร มีความอดทน สามารถทำงานภายใต้สภาวะกดดันได้ดี เข้าใจภาพยนตร์ เป็นอย่างดี รักหนัง มีความละเอียดอ่อน เข้าใจในระบบการทำงานทางด้าน EFX เป็นอย่างดี มีความสามารถทางด้าน Computer
12. IT Support การศึกษาระดับปริญญาตรี สาขาวิศวกรรมคอมพิวเตอร์, วิทยาศาสตร์คอมพิวเตอร์, เทคโนโลยีสารสนเทศ หรือ สาขาที่เกี่ยวข้อง มีความรู้ ความเชี่ยวชาญทางด้าน Computer Hardware, LAN ระบบ Network Windows พนักงานฝ่าย บริหารและ บริการด้านคอมพิวเตอร์มีความรู้หรือจบทางด้านที่เกี่ยวข้องกับคอมพิวเตอร์ เพื่อมาดูแลเครือข่าย
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The Most Awarded Production Companies in the world
Sky Exits Films Production House in Bangkok Thailand. We were no. 5 The Most Director Awarded in the world and no. 9 The Most Awarded Production Companies in the world in 1999 from Gunn Report from Shots. We are one of a leader production house for TV Commercial to support most of large and well-established advertising agencies both local and worldwide.
We are located at 2136/5-6 Ladprao Rd, Wangthonglang, Bangkok 10310 THAILAND.
Contact us: Tel no. + 66 2933 6470 / Fax no. + 66 2530 3666
E-mails us: aum@skyexits.com , krom@skyexits.com , juh@skyexits.com
(Juh Mobile Phone no. + 66 8 5070 1205)
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The Most Awarded Production Companies in the world
Sky Exits Films Production House in Bangkok Thailand. We were no. 5 The Most Director Awarded in the world and no. 9 The Most Awarded Production Companies in the world in 1999 from Gunn Report from Shots. We are one of a leader production house for TV Commercial to support most of large and well-established advertising agencies both local and worldwide.
We are located at 2136/5-6 Ladprao Rd, Wangthonglang, Bangkok 10310 THAILAND.Contact us: Tel no. + 66 2933 6470 / Fax no. + 66 2530 3666
E-mails us: aum@skyexits.com , krom@skyexits.com , juh@skyexits.com
(Juh Mobile Phone no. + 66 8 5070 1205)
Home Page http://www.skyexits.com/
Blog : http://skyexits-showreel.blogspot.com/
Blog : http://skyexits.blogspot.com/
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