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dope dyed colors

Amitai — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 20:00:00 +0000

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Every once in a while I answer spam emails. This email's subject is "polyester yarn in dope dyed colors"

1) From Vincent to Amitai

Dear Sir:

We are professional in producing polyester dope dyed yarn(POY,FDY,DTY)
We are the biggest manufactory in this field in China.
We have more than 500 different colors, and can produce any colors as your require.
Our total capacity for polyester yarn is about 210tons/day.

Semi Dull and Trilobal Bright in dope dyed colors
FDY: 150D/48F, 300D/96F, 450D/144F and 600D/192F
POY: 75D/36F, 100D/36F, 150D/48F, 300D/96F and 450D/144F
DTY: 75D/36F, 100D/36F, 150D/48F, 300D/96F and 450D/144F
Embroidery Thread: 150D/2, 150D/3, 300D/2, 300D/3
Twist of FDY,DTY: 100TPM-800TPM
Carpet Thread: 150D/2*16ply 300D/2*8ply

Best regards,
Vincent
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Hangzhou Zhongli Chemical Fiber Co.,Ltd.
Add:Yonglian Village Guali Town Xiaoshan District Hangzhou China 311241
Email: trade@zhongli-group.com MSN: wengyiwei@hotmail.com
http://www.zhongli-group.com

2) From Amitai to Vincent

You havez dopes? I am dyed fro dopes!

3) From Vincent to Amitai

Dear Sir

Sorry, I don't understand you meaning.

We produce polyester yarn in dope dyed colors.

4) From Amitai to Vincent

Dear Vincent,

We are many rich. many textile, but dope here is nott good. you has dope? you say you have good dope make see colors!
Since last email I make joke, to family, and friends, and nihgbors and wife and girlfriend and family -- dope make you dye, but good dope make you see colors! You like joke? you can tell you family, you friends and you nigbors!!!

5) From Amitai to Vincent

Dear Vicente,

I makings shwo to uncle you electroinc-email, and he say we make order. My uncle has many smarts and he say your website are good idea, like this no problem from govermenet right? it is smarts!!!!! :)

FDY, How much mini-mum mini-mum orders? because you say 210 tons a day, but this is not very not possible, because we can only make entrance some KG, maybe 5 - 10, and only mondays when brother-in-low and uncle is in work, in sea port custom -- he have desk and chair and talk with goverment to make no problems! :&^)

You also WRITE many numbers, but we are not know what is betterer, but i make guess 300D/96F dope make you no dyed but colors, yes? I like some to see. Can I sends money cash. Where are you in china. Tokyo? I see TV on about zunamii. very sad (

What is yarn?

Shabat shalom,
Amitai

6) From Vincent to Amitai

Dear Sir:

7) From Amitai to Vincent

Hi VIncent,

Yes, we are already see email. please confirme how to pay for get dope. URGENT! Uncle also askings me to me to ask, if possibble make delivery I. I can take inside to me, maybe 3 - 4KG, and I come with family and wife and girldfriend, we can take insides maybe 30 - 40 KG (little baby maybe only 200 - 250 gr, but wife VERY big)

Amitai

Options

Amitai — Tue, 31 May 2011 19:17:41 +0000

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Translated by Shlomit Ehrlich

Option A

My daughter's hands are frozen. From where we are standing I can see the fire we abandoned. It's not smart to light fires, I know, but we had no choice. It is cold. Really really cold.
I take the child off my back and notice that she is completely drenched from my sweat. She walks with that funny gait of hers to my wife who hugs her. One of them cries softly.
I think an entire platoon of boots is making its way towards us. Boots, we call them, because it makes no difference where they are, their boots are always gleaming. I think they know we call them so, and it only encourages them the more. Among their shouts one can also hear barks and shrieks. The sons-of-bitches have started using dogs!
Soon night shall end, and I think it is only a matter of minutes before dawn breaks, not that it changes anything, but I feel that it would be better if it were day. At night everything feels much worse.
I am exhausted and I am sure the girls are too. I look at my wife and notice how much thinner she has become. She looks frightened. It would have been best to walk a little further, just a little, but instead I hug her and the girl. My wife places her head on my shoulder so that the tip of her nose touches my neck. We have always laughed at how she loves placing her nose right there.
The howl of a dog sounds near. I pee in my pants.

Option B

I try to warm my wife's frozen hands. She looks at me and we both burst out laughing. We are drunk but it isn't just that. We are on our way back from a party. The babysitter is probably all worked up because we didn't tell her we would be back so late. We will simply pay her more, my wife reassures me. I have a feeling dawn will break soon, but I'm not certain, because it is very cold and maybe this is one of those days when you see the first light really late. In our state, I think we will dump the kid in kindergarten, get into bed and emerge at noon – even though it's a working day.
A newspaper delivery man on a scooter tosses a pile of newspapers above our heads, and it lands near the grocery store that has not yet opened. The abuse case is in the papers again . I know it is one of those events that will not leave me anytime soon – as it is, I've suddenly noticed that I've started feeling afraid of walking the streets. I'm told that it is because I've become a dad, but it isn't true, it's since the streets have become crazy.
My wife's hands have become red from too much rubbing and it seems to me she has recovered somewhat. I hold her to me and hug her, and she puts her head on my shoulder. Exactly on that spot where it is most pleasant.
I am aware of the headlines in the paper behind me. I know the babysitter must be angry. I know that at the end I will go to work because I'm afraid I will be fired if I don't, and that's altogether strange because I can't stand my boss, and yet, at this moment, I think things are good. Really good. True, we are drunk, but it isn't just that.

Option C

Although it is really cold outside I am smoking on the balcony. In the living room my wife is lying on the sofa. Her eyes are closed but she isn't asleep, even though it is really late. There is only one matter we still have to settle. I assume that had we done it a few years ago it would have been much more vocal, but the girl is sleeping in the next room and we don't want to wake her up. But if truth be told, even if she were not sleeping, we would not be shouting, we have passed that stage already – long ago. Most of the night we talked of the girl, and how we would settle matters between us, and fortunately it went pretty smoothly, but before the cigarette we talked of the mortgage, and she said she thought quite the opposite. I know her, she won't give up easily and that's pretty bad.
When I enter the living room, she asks me – with eyes still closed – if there isn't, in fact, another option. We both know she is not only talking of the mortgage. We both also know there isn't.

עברית

Coffee. 2 Sugar.

Amitai — Sun, 01 May 2011 19:04:19 +0000

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Presented in Nagoya Design Do!, 2008, Japan. Presentation about "Made to Measure"

My dad owns a coffee shop.

My dad is silent as-well, and that’s the second thing I can say about him.
When customers enter his coffee shop, he hardly greets them. He just leads them to a table and comes back with a kettle filled with boiling black coffee. He pours it into old yet clean glass cups, places the kettle on the table, takes the sugar jar that was hidden in his hand, pulls out a silver spoon from his off-color buttoned shirt and stares into the client’s eyes. Then, he puts the spoon in the jar, stacks sugar, pours into the coffee and mixes.

For three decades now, people murmur there, “My god, that’s exactly - I mean exactly - how I like my coffee.”
The third thing about my dad is that he’s still in love with my mom, even though it’s been ages since they are together, and almost all their friends are either divorced or hate each other.
My mom also loves him.
When he comes back from work, he kisses her and goes to make her coffee. She puts the sugar by herself. She’s the type of people who prefers making it on their own.
After that, she falls asleep on the couch, and he hugs her. Hugs and quiets.

Me - I have a small manufacturing house of garments. I wish it was bigger, but so far it’s not very successful, mostly because people don’t understand the idea. Or maybe because my marketing is wrong. I don’t know exactly what, but something is just not working properly there.
“No, it’s not a regular mass-production,” I explain. “No, these are not one-off’s, neither. It’s not something in between! It’s simply something else. Its mass-customization.”

For several years now, I hear people murmuring, “My god, what is he talking about?!”

There is this chick that shows interest lately. Behind her there’s a big client - something that can promote my business quite significantly. She has charming eyes. That’s the first thing I said about her. She also laughs from my jokes, and it is so rare to the extent, that this is the second and third things I say about her.
When we just met, she also didn’t understand what I was talking about. So I invited her to my place, the next day at 5 am - “Brush your teeth, but don’t drink any coffee”, I demanded.

She arrived at five fifteen with swollen eyes. “I’m a night person,” she apologized.
I sat her on the couch and went to the kitchen to make her coffee. “Two sugar,” she yawned.
“Two, one - what’s the difference. It’s all the same.”
I could have kept speaking, I could have clarified my intentions, I could have explained the analogy.
But I didn’t. I don’t know why.
When I came back to the living room, she was already asleep on the couch. I placed the coffee on the table, lay down next to her, and hugged her. Silently.

I think I start to resemble my father.

אופציות

Amitai — Sun, 01 May 2011 17:58:42 +0000

אופציה א'

הידיים של הבת שלי קפואות. מהמקום שאנחנו עומדים אני יכול לראות את המדורה שנטשנו מאחור. זה לא חכם להדליק מדורות, אני יודע, אבל לא הייתה ברירה. קר. ממש ממש קר.
אני מוריד את הילדה מהגב, ורואה שכולה רטובה מהזיעה שלי. היא הולכת בהליכה המצחיקה שלה לאישתי שמחבקת אותה. מישהי מהן בוכה בשקט.
לדעתי יש סדר גודל של מחלקה של מגפיים בדרך אלינו. מגפיים, ככה אנחנו קוראים להם, כי לא משנה איפה הם, תמיד המגפיים שלהם יהיו מבריקות. אני חושב שהם יודעים שאנחנו קוראים להם ככה, וזה רק מדרבן אותם עוד יותר. בין כל הצעקות שלהם אפשר לשמוע גם נביחות ויללות. הבני-זונות התחילו להשתמש בכלבים!
עוד מעט סוף הלילה, ולדעתי זה רק עניין של דקות עד שיעלה אור ראשון, לא שזה ישנה משהו, אבל אני מרגיש שעדיף שיהיה יום. בלילה הכל מרגיש הרבה יותר גרוע.
אני מותש ואני בטוח שגם הבנות. אני מסתכל על אישתי ורואה כמה היא רזתה. היא נראית מבוהלת. היה עדיף להתקדם עוד קצת, רק עוד קצת, אבל אני מחבק אותה ואת הילדה. אישתי מניחה את הראש שלה על הכתף שלי ככה שקצה האף שלה נוגע לי בצוואר. תמיד צחקנו על איך שהיא אוהבת להניח את החוטם שלה שם.
נהמה של כלב נשמעת קרוב. אני משתין במכנסיים.

אופציה ב'

אני מנסה לחמם את הידיים הקפואות של אישתי. היא מסתכלת עלי ואז שנינו מתחילים לצחוק. אנחנו שיכורים אבל זה לא רק זה. אנחנו בדרך חזרה ממסיבה. הבייביסיטר בטח מעוצבנת, כי לא אמרנו לה שנחזור כל כך מאוחר. פשוט נשלם לה אקסטרה, אישתי מרגיעה אותי. יש לי הרגשה שעוד מעט יפציע אור ראשון, אבל לא בטוח, כי קר מאוד ואולי זה מהימים האלו שרואים אור ראשון רק מאוחר מאוד. במצב של שנינו, נראה לי שאנחנו נזרוק את הילדה בגן, ניכנס למיטה ונצא בצהריים - אפילו שזה יום עבודה.
מחלק עיתונים על טוסטוס מעיף מעל הראש שלנו חבילת עיתונים שנופלת ליד חנות מכולת שעדיין לא נפתחה. בכותרת מדברים על המקרה ההוא של ההתעללות. זה מסוג האירועים שאני יודע שלא יעזבו אותי בזמן הקרוב - גם ככה פתאום שמתי לב שהתחלתי לפחד מלהסתובב ברחוב. אנשים אומרים לי שזה מאז שנעשתי אבא, אבל זה לא נכון, זה מאז שהתחיל להיות משוגע ברחובות.
הידיים של אישתי נהיו אדומות מרוב שפשוף ונראה לי שהיא קצת התאוששה. אני אוסף אותה ומחבק, והיא שמה את הראש שלה על הכתף. בדיוק במקום שהכי נעים.
אני מודע לכותרות העיתון שמאחורי. אני יודע שהבייביסטר בטח כועסת. אני יודע שבסוף אני כן אלך לעבודה, כי אני אפחד שיפטרו אותי אם לא, וזה בכלל מוזר שאיכפת לי כי אני לא סובל את הבוס, אבל בכל זאת, כרגע, אני חושב לעצמי שטוב. ממש טוב. נכון, אנחנו שיכורים, אבל זה לא רק זה.

אופציה ג'

למרות שממש קר בחוץ אני מעשן במרפסת. בסלון אישתי שוכבת על הספה. היא עם עיניים עצומות אבל לא ישנה, למרות שמאוד מאוחר. נשאר לנו רק עוד עניין אחד לסגור. אני מניח שאם היינו עושים את זה לפני כמה שנים זה היה הרבה יותר קולני, אבל הילדה ישנה בחדר ליד ואנחנו לא רוצים להעיר אותה. אבל למען האמת, גם אם היא לא הייתה ישנה לא היינו צועקים, כבר עברנו את השלב הזה - מזמן. רוב הלילה דיברנו על הילדה, ואיך נסדר את העניינים בינינו, ולשמחתי זה הלך די חלק, אבל לפני הסיגריה דיברנו על המשכנתא, והיא אמרה שהיא חושבת ההיפך ממני. אני מכיר אותה, היא לא תוותר בקלות וזה די גרוע.
כשאני נכנס לסלון היא שואלת אותי - עדיין בעיניים עצומות - אם אין בעצם אופציה אחרת. שנינו יודעים שהיא לא רק מדברת על המשכנתא. שנינו גם יודעים שאין.

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