Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Chris Nolan Scar


 From AI:

That image highlights a faint, indented vertical mark on filmmaker Christopher Nolan's forehead, which frequently sparks curiosity during his high-profile interviews and public appearances (such as his featured profile on 60 Minutes).

Despite online speculation and fan deep-dives trying to tie it to a dramatic filmmaking accident or a childhood story, it isn't actually a scar. It is simply a prominent, natural glabellar frown line or a deep skin crease. Because it runs vertically right above his brow and catches the studio lighting at specific angles, it often mimics the appearance of a physical scar on camera.

Sunday, August 22, 2021


Bottom of Form

Is China a pot of gold or a pitfall?

September 7, 2011 at 4:31 pm by Larry Levinson

China, its growing middle class, and a total potential of 1.2 billion new customers remains a strong draw for Western companies seeking to expand into new markets.

Besides the success stories, a trio of recent reports serve as reminders that there is a significant dark side to the Chinese market.

For Yum! Brands (YUM) — purveyors of Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, and KFC — China has been an unalloyed hit. Operating earnings in the second quarter grew 25% on a 28% increase in revenue, compared with a 28% decline in operating earnings in the U.S. Total restaurants in the country grew to more than 4,000, with 99 in the second quarter alone.

KFC's Chinese managers celebrate on the Great Wall. Source: Yum! Brands

Put another way, the company opens an average of more than one restaurant a day in the Middle Kingdom.

Jeweler Harry Winston (HWD), known for lending out diamonds to drape Hollywood starlets for Oscar night, also sees a bright spot in China.

“Nothing is too big, nothing is too beautiful, nothing is too expensive for Chinese today. They are on a quest for true luxury,” said Chief Executive Frederic de Narp, who is making it the company’s mission to “seduce and serve the creme de le creme of China.”

The company plans to have 10 stores in China in five years, compared with just one each in Beijing and Hong Kong today.

“All luxury brands see China as a mass market. We see China as the most exclusive market in the world,” de Narp said.

Behind the scenes, Chinese officials are driving very hard bargains with companies that want access to their markets. For a resurgent General Motors (GM), and the highly anticipated plugin electric vehicle Chevy Volt, the ability to sell on a level playing field may come with a heavy price.

To qualify for the subsidies of up to $19,300 a vehicle the government allows for electric cars, China is demanding GM give a Chinese competitor access to one of the vehicle’s key technologies, the New York Times said.

The Volt has a suggested retail price of about $41,000 in the U.S., excluding federal incentives of about $7,500.

GM's Chevy Volt. Source: General Motors

The new car market in China is currently estimated at a world-leading 17 million vehicles a year.

China’s R&D budget is too small to quickly duplicate the efforts that have resulted in the Volt. “We have to break through and master the core technologies,” Chen Jiachang, a deputy director of the ministry of science and technology, said in a speech Saturday at a conference in China, the paper said.

The Volt would compete with a sedan produced by China’s BYD Co., a firm backed by U.S. investor Warren Buffett.

The demand, which some say would violate World Trade Organization rules, is contained in a draft policy in China that is awaiting final approval.

GM’s competitors are waiting to see the outcome of the dispute before moving ahead with their own electric car plans for China. However, a Ford Motor Co. (F) spokeswoman said the company would share some technology with its Chinese partner, the civilian automotive affiliate of a large military contractor.

Nissan (NSANY) won’t sell its Leaf fully electric car in China, but is working with a Chinese partner to develop its own electric car for the country by 2015, the paper said.

And when it comes to the “rare earth” minerals that are a key part of many high-tech products, such as electric cars, cells phones, and advanced light bulbs, China is using its position to hold on to supply and attract investment. The country produces virtually all of the world’s supply of 14 rare earth minerals — lanthanum through ytterbium, plus scandium, yttrium and lutetium — and carefully controls their export.

For the past two years, export quotas have limited supply to 30,000 tons a year, compared with worldwide consumption of double that number in previous years. In addition, exports of raw versions of the minerals are subject to taxes of up to 25%, plus value-added taxes of 17%, while items that undergo some processing in China may leave tax-free, including the VAT.

“We saw the writing on the wall — we simply bought the equipment and ramped up in China to begin with,” Mike Pugh, director of worldwide operations for light bulb maker Intematix, told the Times.

Despite sharply lower costs for labor and equipment, amounting to pennies on the dollar, Intematix would have preferred to keep its production closer to its Fremont, California, headquarters to protect its jealously guarded proprietary processes.

Finally, faced with skyrocketing shipping costs in 2008, Brazil’s Vale (VALE) decided to buy its own ships to carry iron ore to China, its biggest customer.

Earlier this year, the Chinese refused to allow the first of those enormous bulk carriers to dock at its ports. The Vale Brasil, touted on the company website, had to be rerouted to Italy instead.

The ship, the world’s largest bulk carrier with a capacity of 400,000 tons, is only the first of 19 the company pledged to buy, including a total of seven from a shipyard in Korea for $748 million and 12 from China for $1.6 billion.

Vale is now in talks with other shipping companies, including China’s state owned COSCO Group (CICOY), to sell or lease the fleet.

“We don’t want to be a major freight operator or make money out of our shipping business,” Vale’s global marketing director Pedro Gutemberg told Reuters. “We just want to make sure that our freight cost doesn’t shoot up. So any person that wants to partner with us is very welcome.”

COSCO is struggling as the economic downturn has slashed rental rates for ships to about $25,000 a day, down anywhere from 50% to 75% from the peak three years ago.

“Our counterparts should hope for the best for us because right now we are in the restructuring process of our bulk carriers,” a COSCO official, who wished not to be named because he was not authorized to speak to the media on the subject, told Reuters.

“In maybe one or two years, China COSCO will be stronger, more efficient and a much more reliable friend to cooperate with. All the outside parties should see this issue in this way.”

The company’s shares are down more than 50% so far this year.

More topics: byddyChinaChinese stocksCICOYemerging marketsFGMhwdinvesting in ChinaNSANYrare earthsVALEYUM

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Friday, June 18, 2021

EMerging Money.Com: Asia's luxury goods inflation beats CPI for the rest of us

 

Asia's luxury goods inflation beats CPI for the rest of us

September 1, 2011 at 4:32 pm by Larry Levinson

Bank Julius Baer, in what can only be seen as an altruistic attempt to soften the bad news for their wealthier Asian clients, has gone to the trouble of calculating how much prices have risen in the East for the well-heeled to support their Gucci habits.

The Zurich-based private bank, with the help of broker CLSA, calculates that the price of living the life of a high-net-worth individual in metropolitan Asia has gone up 11.7% for the 12 months ending April 2011.

The increase in the bank’s lifestyle index — a basket of 20 luxury goods and services — “shows clearly that the cost of living in luxury in Asia substantially outpaces conventional CPI measures,” Julius Baer notes helpfully.

That’s inflation of 5.1% for everyone else, they said.

The main reason for the increase is higher demand. That is, the wealthy are fighting with all the other nouveau riche for baubles and bangles and bright shiny beads.

Before you start worrying the HNWIs — their acronym — will have trouble keeping the Rolls in motor oil, you should know that Julius Baer is predicting the number of dollar millionaires in Asia will double to 2.82 million by 2015. At the same time, their wealth will triple to $15.8 trillion.

The bank expects China and India to account for 40% of the world’s growth in gross domestic output through 2012, supporting the need for China to promote economic expansion. Read “loose money” stance.

“Our report is unique as many of the insights come from conversations with our clients, enabling a deeper understanding of what is important in this market,” Boris Collardi, CEO Julius Baer, said in a prepared statement.

A sample of  items from Bank Julius Baer’s lifestyle index

Item

Price (USD)

Pct. Increase from 2010

Bottle of Lafite Rothschild 2000

$3,336

21.9%

Chanel quilted bag

$4,185

17.5%

Steinway Grand Piano

$201,021

16.7%

Ladies Classic Louboutin pumps

$1,868

10.8%

Tiffany 2 ct diamond ring

$96,479

10.3%

Oyster Rolex watch

$32,201

9.1%

Cohiba siglo VI cigar

$760

5.0%

Scupltra liquid facelift

$6,578

4.3%

Source: Bank Julius Baer

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Fourth, the Glorious Fourth ...


Presented for your enjoyment, this is one of my all-time favorite pieces of both writing and performance. Imagine laying in the dark, a transistor radio set with the volume just low enough for only you to hear, a conspiracy of two. The listener, and the voice in the dark. Shepherd may be gone, but remember, "Flick Lives."


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Another entry ...

“Stop wallowing.”
“Hmmmmm?”
“I said, ‘Stop wallowing.’”
“What do you mean?”
“You are wallowing. You are bemoaning your sorry state and steeping in your misery. You are basting in your ennui. You are marinating in depression.
“Stop wallowing.”

She was right, of course. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t have what to be depressed about. It’s just that she wanted me to stop letting it define me. It probably would have helped if she wasn’t standing in the doorway with a suitcase filled with the ephemera of a relationship.

A toothbrush. A sweatshirt from the Jersey shore. A pair of water shoes we bought when we thought we might take up kayaking, a pair of flannel pajamas, a robe, a suit. The cubic zirconium earrings I gave her on our three-quarters a’versary. Most of the contents of the bottom drawer of my dresser, which had been turned over for her use.

“You should write.”
“Huh?”
“I said, ‘You should write.”
“Write what?”
“Write whatever. You are a good writer. You know how to evoke emotion. You can turn a phrase. The world is crashing in and you are falling apart and you should write about it. Lord knows there are plenty of you out there. Write what they need to read.”

“They? Which they?” It was an old joke. The nonspecific ‘they’ that were always doing things we were waiting to be completed. Have they plowed the streets yet? Have they delivered the mail? Have they scored? Are they here? Somewhere a they was always doing something and we were waiting. Sounds like a Beckett absurdist play.

“I have to go.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I have to do this. Alone.”
“No, you don’t. You say you like being alone. You think you like being alone, but you don’t. I’ll bet you’re already looking for someone new. You just don’t want to do it with me.”

I looked away. The truth is, I have no armor and less pretense. I have little ability to keep what I am thinking from coming out of my mouth and less skill at hiding my feelings. I come from a long line of depressives with poor emotional control. It’s a wonder we aren’t alcoholics, though I am beginning to think I might try that just for a change of pace. It has to beat feeling like this.

No, actually, I can’t. The teenagers will get in to the booze and then there is none for me. The last thing I need is for some parent to complain to the cops that I let the kids get to my liquor. Which is why I have none in the house. Even when I want a drink, like now.

“I have to go,” she said again, her hand on the storm door, the heavy steel inner door open against the wall. I narrowed my eyes and let her outline shimmer before me. I was remembering our first kiss, which is a silly thing to remember, but something I always came back to. It’s not like we had a particularly chaste relationship, but I’ll always remember that first kiss.

It was my first date. Well, not my first date, but the first one in a long time, say a good 20 years, and the first one since my marriage had come to a screeching end. Imploded. Exploded. Smashed to bits. Stick a fork in it. Over. But that is a story for another time.

I spotted her first on one of those Internet dating sites and was completely smitten. We were the same age, her kids were all in college. And I thought her pictures were beautiful. For once, I was going to be careful. “Hold on to this one,” I thought. “Wait a while until you are really ready.”
Two days later she contacted me.

Well, there goes that plan, I thought. After two weeks of email and phone calls I found myself at her door, with flowers, baguettes, wine and cheese. I’d hoped for a picnic, but the weather was iffy, so I swept in to the place and started puttering around the kitchen. In honor of the day, I bought a set of little champagne bottles. I opened it with much ceremony and toasting.

Here’s a tip: don’t ever buy sparkling wine in a four-pack.

We found a pitcher for the flowers and had our picnic on the floor. We talked, about our children, our exes and spouses, our parents, the general insanity of the oil depletion allowance, the evils of insurance companies, and Ben Franklin. We cried a bit. We went to dinner nearby and let the old Jewish people waiting before us provide the floor show.

Finally, we were back at her place and it was time to go. I bent down for a kiss and felt her arms around my neck. Her lips were soft as lamb’s wool, and firm at the same time, and just a little moist. I can still remember the taste, which seemed to go on forever and last just the briefest of moments as I skidded off to the side.


I think the world stopped spinning. Somewhere, fist fights were halted in mid punch, children stopped crying, fireworks waited in mid-explosion, and green lights lasted just that much longer. I wanted to go back for more, I ached for another taste. Don't, I thought to myself, don't act like a creep. 

And now, she was leaving.

“I’m going,” she said, again, her hand on the door, unmoving. “The kids are in the car, they’re waiting.”

Six years and its gone in a flash. I had promised myself that I would never feel this way again. When the marriage ended, I wasn’t so much hurt at the loss of the relationship as I was annoyed at the inconvenience. Find a place to live, buy new beds, paint the walls, hire a mover. Pay a security deposit. Here I am. Getting kicked in the teeth, again.

“Stop wallowing.”

“Okay, now you’re pissing me off. Words were spoken and promises made. I think I am allowed to be sad over something so important. I am ambivalent about you being glad at looking ahead.
“I really do wish you and the children well, but as an unemployed, middle-aged white guy with a bad heart and a worse thyroid, and a knack to piss off people, my future doesn’t look so hot.

Great, my big speech and I worry about splitting infinitives.

“But, you know what? I keep taking my classes and writing my papers. I am going to the gym. I try to set standards for my children, even if they ignore me. I make dinner for the family, even if no one speaks during the meal. I keep applying for jobs. I take my meds. I cut the grass. I do the laundry. I pay the bills. I put one foot in front of the other.

“So, yes, stupid movies make me cry. Breaking up hurts. Not having a job is frightening. Trying to balance my health with crappy insurance is scary. And wanting to have someone to give me a bit of shelter from life is not a crime. Not when I thought that is what I had pledged already. And what I was ready to do for you.

“I loved you completely and Lord help me, if you crooked your little finger right now I would probably come running and all would be forgiven. But my happiness is not your responsibility.”

I finished talking. Not exactly the declaration of principles I was hoping to make but it would have to suffice. The only problem is that she left after “doesn’t look so hot.” I have to save that. Might come in handy someday.