Hiroshima Animation Festival
Opening Night.
The festival took the filmmakers to Miyajima for a day. On the bus, I noticed someone reading a magazine article about the Korean film, The Host. That's me, on the left, invading his Soviet airspace to point out a picture of one of the shots I animated. Take that, independent filmmaker!
Otis, the bar across the street from the theater, was the place where all the filmmakers met each night after the screenings. John Lasseter had signed the wall by the door, so you know it's legit. A sign outside the bar said they played "black music".
Joseph Feltus, chatting up the lovely Scottish/Japanese animator Aya Suzuki.
Closing Night. These are the judges (seated) that denied my moment in the sun. Philistines, every one of them, I tell you.
Afterwards the kids came out to make fun of me. The big monster behind them is "Lappy", the festival mascot.

I stopped by a Zen Buddist temple to try out a meditation session. Everything was going fine until the monk told me that I looked just like Sylvester Stallone.

Forget clearing my mind of that one.

On the beautiful island of Miyajima, one can take a picture standing in front of the largest rice spoon in the world. Then, if one wishes, one can post that picture to one's website for all to enjoy.
After the festival I spent some time in Kyoto with Lucette Braune, director of Bek, and her boyfiend, Nik. Both of them are from the Netherlands, which allowed me to employ my dwindling Dutch vocabulary. Dutch people are not used to foreigners uttering a syllable of their language, so I think they found my attempts amusing.
Joseph Pheltus , British director of "Solo Duets", and Isabelle Favez, Swiss director of Tartes aux Pommes (Apple Pie).

Door to gaming center in Kyoto says:

"welcome to the best place.

where makes you HAPPY.

it gives you such a story.

you are the shampion.

getthe big money."