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Title: Authenticity of Buddha Tooth Relic still subject of discussion
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Date: 22 July 2007 2149 hrs (SST)
URL: http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/289746/1/.htmlSINGAPORE : Some people are still continuing to question the authenticity of the Buddha Tooth Relic housed in the temple along South Bridge Road.
The Tooth Relic is stored on the fourth floor of the temple which usually does not allow any photography.
But given the current interest, it has made an exception.
No one is allowed to enter the chamber, but from the outside, you can see the stupor which contains the tooth relic.
The stupor was built using 420 kilograms of gold, donated by devotees who can only visit the tooth relic twice a year - the first day of the Lunar New Year and Vesak Day.
The word is stupa.
ETA: It's been corrected!
This was a GP topic I had to tackle for a test in JC1. I only managed to write one or two paragraphs because I ran out of time and it's not an easy topic to write on. Nevertheless my tutor said it was a good try! I feel as passionately about this topic as I did when I was 17, but I'm not sure if I can write any better on the topic now.
I've been reading Piper's blog recently (and through it found Stephen Law's blog and the Mr Deity skits). She writes really well, and in a recent post talks about this very issue. She includes in her post three excellent links that I would highly recommend.
I'm in the 3rd decade of my life. The big three-oh.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
MediaCorp Publishing launches Vanilla, its first women's magazine
While I don't have a hidden kinky streak or anything (really), I can't help but wonder if the title of this new magazine says something about their targeted readership?
Even if your mind were less... suggestive, I'm sure the name doesn't quite manage to suggest that it's a magazine for the "woman who has come into her own financially, economically, socially". More like "Vanilla, the magazine for SweetYoungThings". Or "Vanilla, the magazine for the woman who'd prefer a life that was nicely mundane". You know. Not the woman we kinda would like to be when we read women's magazines.
Woohoo! I finally got the UOB credit cards I applied for last month. At the risk of sounding totally suaku, this has got me really excited, because for the first time, I qualify for one (not counting the supp card and student cards I got as an undergrad). They've also given me a small stack of vouchers that's really got me salivating.
I'm still rather miffed that Citibank rejected my application, but I'll try again another month or two into the job.
Just some men, maybe!
Sex cues ruin men's decisiveness
Catching sight of a pretty woman really is enough to throw a man's decision-making skills into disarray, a study suggests.
The more testosterone he has, the stronger the effect, according to work by Belgian researchers.
Men about to play a financial game were shown images of sexy women or lingerie.
The Proceedings of the Royal Society B study found they were more likely to accept unfair offers than men not been exposed to the alluring images.
The suggestion is that the sexual cues distract the men's thoughts, preventing them from focusing on their task - particularly among those with high natural testosterone levels.
The University of Leuven researchers gave 176 heterosexual male student volunteers aged 18 to 28 financial games to test their fair play.
But first, half of the men were shown sexual cues of some kind.
One group of 44 men were given pictures to rate; some were shown landscapes while the rest were shown attractive women.
Another group, of 37 men, were either asked to assess the quality, texture and colour of a bra or a t-shirt.
And a third group of 95 were shown either pictures of elderly women or young models.
Each group was then paired up to play a game where the men had $10, a proposer had to suggest a split, and the other man accepted or rejected the offer.
If the second man accepted the offer, the money was distributed in agreement with the offer. If he rejected it, neither partner got anything.
The game is designed as a lab model of hunting or food sharing situations.
'Vulnerable'
The men's performance in the tests showed those who had been exposed to the "sexual cues" were more likely to accept an unfair offer than those who were not.
The men's testosterone levels were also tested - by comparing the length of the men's index finger compared to their ring finger.
If the ring finger is longer, it indicates a high testosterone level.
The researchers found that men in the study who had the highest levels performed worst in the test, and suggest that is because they are particularly sensitive to sexual images.
Dr Siegfried DeWitte, one of the researchers who worked on the study, said: "We like to think we are all rational beings, but our research suggests ... that people with high testosterone levels are very vulnerable to sexual cues.
"If there are no cues around, they behave normally.
"But if they see sexual images they become impulsive."
He added: "It's a tendency, but these people are not powerless to fight it.
"Hormone levels are one thing, but we can learn to deal with it."
The researchers are conducting similar tests with women. But so far, they have failed to find a visual stimulus which will affect their behaviour."
Dr George Fieldman, principal lecturer in psychology at Buckinghamshire Chilterns University College, told the BBC News website: "The fact men are distracted by sexual cues fits in to evolutionary experience. It's what they are expected to do.
"They are looking for opportunities to pass on their genes."
He said the study confirmed what had been suspected by many.
"If a man is being asked to choose between something being presented by an attractive woman and an ugly man, they might not be as dispassionate as they could be."
Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/health/4921690.stmPublished: 2006/04/19 11:14:22 GMT
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新年快乐
A very happy Year of the Golden Pig to everyone!
I learnt a new phrase this year: 猪笼入水. It means to have moolah coming to you from all directions, to have many sources of wealth (imagine submerging a pig cage into water). So... let me wish everyone 猪笼入水 this year!
Watched Howl's Moving Castle (Hauru no Ugoku Shiro) today with my brother. Because we watched it with the Cantonese dubbing, it wasn't till the credits were rolling that I realised Kimura Takuya was the voice of Howl; considering that Kimura-san (swoon!) doesn't usually do seiyuu-work, I'm looking forward to my second viewing in Japanese.
It's Miyazaki, so of course it's magical, in every sense of the word. I tend to agree, though, with reviewers who thought it didn't quite reach the heights of Spirited Away (Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi). However, I didn't think it was nearly as bad as some thought; yes, the plot was hard to follow at parts, but I did think that was quite deliberate, and added to the feel of otherworldliness. The point, I think, is to suspend disbelief and just go with it. Then muse upon it and watch it a second time. Was the ending too much of a deus ex machina? I don't know. I would have liked to know what Madam Suliman's motivations were, but not knowing didn't bother me that much. I can allow her to remain mysterious. It would have been nice, though, to see/know more about Sophie's family at the end.
The story is more overtly romantic than Spirited Away was; not surprising considering its older protagonist. If you loved the scene in Spirited Away where Chihiro and Haku take to the skies together, Howl's Moving Castle will not disappoint.
The Hisaishi Joe soundtrack is of course beautiful, but it didn't grab me the way the Spirited Away one did. I bought my Spirited Away soundtrack CDs while in Osaka, at Japanese prices, because I was prematurely alarmed by the fact I couldn't get overseas versions of them.
You can read more about Howl's Moving Castle in this article (beware of spoilers).
Perhaps that explains the romance?According to Miyazaki's producer and friend Toshio Suzuki, the director made Howl for his wife of 40 years, whom he met when they were both animators at Toei (Suzuki says Miyazaki's wife was the better artist).
I'm a latecomer to Miyazaki, and haven't (horrors!) watched any other of his or Studio Ghibli's films. I have Princess Mononoke (Mononoke Hime) and The Cat Returns (Neko no Ongaeshi) on DVD, but haven't watched them. They ought to be next on my list, especially since I'm still missing my copy of Spirited Away. I have searched all over the house to no avail - waaaah! I recovered my Patlabor movies 1 and 2, but I still want my Spirited Away :(
Speaking of Ghibli, I already have a must-see for my next trip to Tokyo, whenever that might be: the Ghibli Museum. It's been at the back of my mind since my cousin told me about her visit there with husband and daughter (this is the same cousin who brought her daughter to a Hello Kitty-themed hotel in Japan, but then they live in Hong Kong). You have to buy the tickets in advance, but there's no info on how I can do this from Singapore - what's up with that? Apparently, the only thing I can do is to buy my ticket when I arrive in Japan. Read about this lucky author's visit to the museum here.
I never read the novel, and suspected the film of even worse. The following review, reproduced in today's issue of The Straits Times, confirmed my worst suspicions, and it made so many great points regarding the portrayal of Asians in western media, I thought I would reproduce it here too. I don't have a subscription to the Financial Times; this was copied-and-pasted from another blog, thus saving me from having to type it out. It's also been blogged about here and here.
Japan through Hollywood's distorting lens
By Andrew Lee
Published: December 13 2005 02:00One of the biggest films to come out over the holiday period will be the film version of Arthur Golden's novel Memoirs of a Geisha. Like the book, which spent two years on the New York Times bestseller list, the film - produced by Steven Spielberg - is set to be a huge success. The first big Hollywood movie to have an entirely Asian cast in the lead roles, it has all the ingredients of a blockbuster: big-name stars, an award-winning production crew and a wonderful Cinderella story. It is a beautiful-looking film and there is already talk of Oscars. But unfortunately the film has another classic Hollywood touch: a disturbing disregard for cultural accuracy.
What made the novel so successful was its apparent realism. People believed they were reading an actual memoir. The story of a young girl named Chiyo who is sold to a geisha house by her impoverished parents, Memoirs charts her troubled metamorphosis into the geisha Sayuri. It is so convincingly told that even today some readers believe Sayuri existed.
Yet although the novel is a believable read, it was still criticised by real geisha for what they saw as grave errors. Mineko Iwasaki, a geisha Golden interviewed while writing the book, tried to sue the author for what she saw as a betrayal of her trust - she eventually settled out of court. But if the book's inaccuracies upset geisha, then the film version, directed by Chicago director Rob Marshall, will only make things worse.
The first point of contention is Marshall's decision to cast Chinese actresses in the lead roles. In Japan geisha are seen as guardians of traditional Japanese arts and an integral symbol of Japanese culture. While geisha are a mystery to many modern Japanese, there is indignation that non-Japanese should be chosen to portray them. The decision is also looked upon unfavourably by many Chinese. If geisha were Israeli, it would be like casting a Palestinian to play the part: you could do it, but you would be certain to cause upset on both sides.
Marshall has defended his decision by claiming that he could not find Japanese actresses good enough to claim the title roles as their own. But there are many fine actresses in Japan. Indeed, there are some in Memoirs - Youki Kudoh (as Pumpkin) and Kaori Momoi (as Mother), for example. The trouble is that, unlike Zhang Ziyi (who plays the part of Sayuri and is now being billed as Ziyi Zhang), Michelle Yeoh (as Mameha) and Gong Li (as Hastumomo), they are not big bankable names that will guarantee audiences for this $85m (£48m) film.
It might have been a risk to cast unknown Japanese actors, but the film could then have been made in Japanese and have achieved a higher level of authenticity. The Last Samurai, with its extensive use of Japanese, shows the benefits of using languages appropriate to the setting. And indeed the first five minutes of Memoirs are the most convincing because they are in Japanese. But then the English narration begins and we are left with actors forced to speak English in a way reminiscent of the B-movies of a less politically correct time, with broken sentences and awkward pronunciation.
Questions of realism aside, the use of Chinese actresses also has unfortunate political implications. Relations between China and Japan are not especially warm, and Memoirs is set at a time when Japan was rampaging across east Asia. The leading male characters of the Chairman (played by Ken Watanabe) and Nobu (Kôji Yakusho) were both active during the second world war. Placing Chinese women in romantic roles opposite Japanese men has angered many in China, with disgruntled rumblings appearing on various websites. The fact that "geisha" is loosely translated in Chinese as "prostitute" raises memories of the Imperial Japanese Army's habit of procuring "comfort women" from occupied countries and forcing them to act as prostitutes for Japanese soldiers. The Korean actress Kim Yoon-Jin, who currently appears in the TV series Lost, is said to have turned down a role in the film as "a matter of pride" because she did not want her first Hollywood film role to be a Japanese geisha. The Chinese actresses who did not make the same decision have been labelled traitors in some quarters.
Perhaps the film's worst fault is the way it plays to western fantasies about the mysterious, exotic east - what the late scholar Edward Said labelled the Orientalist tendency in western thought.
Ever since Japan opened its doors to the outside world in 1854, the geisha has been seen in the west as a symbol of eastern eroticism. Foreign sailors who visited the pleasure quarters in the port cities of Yokohama and Nagasaki were unable to see the subtle distinctions between geisha, who are essentially entertainers, and tayu, who were licensed prostitutes. Both wore kimonos and had painted white faces and elaborate hairstyles, but the tayu tied their obi (the belts used with kimono) with bows at the front - for easy access - while the geisha's kimono was tied at the back. Westerners overlooked this and simply labelled them all "geisha girls".
Tales such as Pierre Loti's Madame Chrysanthemum and the opera it inspired, Puccini's Madama Butterfly, soon became popular in the west. Geisha became associated in the western mind with exotic sex, beauty and mystery. These prejudices persist today and even though the film version of Memoirs of a Geisha repeatedly tries to send the message that geisha are not prostitutes, it contradicts itself by overemphasising the auctioning off of Sayuri's virginity. By not portraying the geisha accurately, the film only adds to the Orientalist view of Asian women as exotic fantasy creatures.
Early on in the production of the film it was decided that the traditional white-face make-up of the geisha would be offputting for American audiences. Instead we are presented with a toned-down, westernised geisha - Sayuri even has blue eyes. Geisha hairstyles are lost too, and replaced with long loose hair and styles that are more reminiscent of those seen in Chinese films also starring Zhang, Li and Yeoh.
In one of the central scenes of the film, a dance starring Zhang, any pretensions to cultural accuracy go right out of the window. It was obviously decided that geisha dances - which in reality are slow, graceful affairs - were not visually interesting enough for audiences used to seeing Zhang flying among the bamboo. So what we end up with is a mish-mash of imagery, as the filmmakers opt to mix theatrical kabuki-style dancing with Hollywood razzamatazz. Wearing a wig of long, flowing black hair reminiscent of women in Chinese ghost stories, Zhang dances dramatically while balancing on eight-inch platform shoes and holding an umbrella in a blizzard of fake snow. A spotlight shines down and koto drummers dictate the frenetic beat - the effect is much closer to Chicago than anything in the geisha world. To make matters worse, the costume designer has dressed Zhang in shoes worn by a tayu for her coming-out ceremony, which will surely upset many geisha aficionados.
Marshall has said that he intended Memoirs as a fable. But this does not excuse the inaccuracies in the film. Geisha are real and the story is set in the real world during a particularly troublesome period of history. It is no fairy-tale.
In the end, all the cultures involved with this film come off badly. A Japanese cultural symbol has been thoroughly misrepresented - so much so that the film is simply titled Sayuri in Japan, shrewdly omitting the word "geisha". Chinese actresses are taking a beating from their own countrymen, accused of treachery. And the American production is grist to the mill of those who accuse the US of insensitivity to any culture but its own.
Until Hollywood starts to view Asia as a place of very diverse cultures and people, and not simply as a place of exotic fantasy, Asian actors, particularly women, will suffer under the burden of stereotyping. They will find it hard if not impossible to move beyond roles in Orientalist films such as this.
Of course, the filmmakers see things differently. Speaking to journalists in Tokyo before the film's premiere, Marshall said: "I think there is a misconception about what a geisha is across the world, certainly in the western world. One of the joys of this movie was to clarify what a geisha is."
But instead of clarity, we are left with a kind of McGeisha tweaked for western tastes. In Memoirs Marshall has assembled an image of oriental women that satisfies the mass market; ultimately, this kind of bland cinematic globalisation can only create more misconceptions.

