Do you really think so?

During the day I went to the Pixar exhibition unfortunately no photos where allowed inside, which is a shame is it was jam packed full of really amazing stuff. There was surprising little computer stuff there, all of the Pixar animation starts of as hand drawn art, then sculpture which is then finally scanned into a computer.

The quality of the art was second to none, I can honestly say there artists where on a level with any the great artists even the renaissance ones that I had ever seen. They also had a zoetrope that was really interesting to watch. I was almost constantly amazed by just amazing artistic these people were, if you get a chance to see it do.



Reinvigorated by the exhibition I promised myself to have a go at drawing again, but now I had more important things to do. I was meeting Emi a Japanese girl that looked very much like an Asian version of Angelina Jolie! Her English was just about passable ... kinda ... maybe sometimes, you could almost speak to her but there where times I was honestly unsure if she was speaking English or Japanese. Several times she would talk to me in Japanese slowly and repeat herself several times but it didn't help. She reminded me a lot of my previous Turkish girl friend Ozlem, very attractive but conversation was limited to the basics.

Dinner was really funny, we had pizza and she was barely able to use a knife and fork, I know you don't need a knife and fork for pizza but I insisted that she used them claiming it was the height of rudeness in England to eat with your hands. It was nice to see this the other way round after all the people I've seen struggle with chop sticks. But then again I think eating pizza with chop sticks would be even harder. You would need to cut the pizza into small pieces by pushing the chop stick down into the pizza repeatedly in a line then pick up the chunks and eat them, I'm sure that will be messy.

I find it interesting how well you can get on with someone even with a language fence (like a barrier but not as high) we seemed to somehow get on well and made each other laugh quite a lot without the aid of actually understanding each other most of the time. It was very much like a slap stick date, mostly concentrating on physical comedy like hiding her drink when she went to the toilet. She had a computer that could translate words and I had a lot of fun using words like 'dichotomy' completely out of context and watching her translate them just to get even more confused.



At one point in the evening she drew a fake Japanese tattoo on my arm in pen, I don't know what it says but it seemed to amuse her greatly so I assume it says something bad, this is made worse by the way that it won't wash off. Sadly Emi was leaving Melbourne tomorrow morning at seven, that's a shame I would really like to see her again. I have her email so I might do a traveling thing and actually go and visit another part of Australia that shes might just happen to be in.