tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104282522011-12-15T09:56:09.331+07:00Park Bench Society is about the witnessing and watching of cities and societies. Real or imagined, old or new. The static and dynamic of its people, the observing of ancient art to contemporary works and authors of stories and makers of talesyoodi djimarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05594085282513524849noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10428252.post-4673490075783933292010-10-14T07:38:00.000+07:002010-10-14T07:38:08.397+07:00

Urban Arts Entrepreneur, Matthew Kwatinetz: “Culture as an engine for Cities.”

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Va ti aspettero Il fiore nel giardino segna il tempoQui disegnero il giorno poi del tuo ritornoSei cosi sicura del mio amoreDa portarlo via con teChiuso nelle mani che ti porti al visoRipensando ancora a meE se ti servira lo mostri al mondoChe non sa che vita c'eNel cuore che distratto sembra assenteNon sa che vita c'eIn quello che soltanto il cuore senteNon sa."Kemana ?""Kesana sebentar""Aku

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The driver turned on his radio without even asking me whether I would mind if he listened to some music. I sat in the back seat not really caring and closed my eyes. Soon I heard through my closed eyes the not so old driver started humming to this unknown song. I sighed silently but let him had his moment of joy. I was just too exhausted to even mind his out of tune humming and kept my eyes

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The moment I wake up Before I put on my makeup I say a little prayer for you While combing my hair, now, And wondering what dress to wear, now, I say a little prayer for you Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart and I will love you Forever, forever, we never will part Oh, how I'll love you Together, together, that's how it must be To live without you Would only be heartbreak for me. I run for

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It's funny how when you know that you were asleep but you're feeling something else that felt so real. Next thing you know you woke up sad in the middle of the night, lighted up a cigarette and thinking about this;flat wordscasual gesturesfelt like a sharp painclosed doorsunshared thoughtsfelt like a cold solitudethey say it takes two to tangowhat it feels now is an endless one way highwayfelt

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She looked at me.With a rigid smile with no hint of emotion but a mechanical twitch on her face. A movement created by some complicated back process programming language that sent by the central processing unit to respond to a reaction by a human near her.Dress all black.In a John Galiano’s outfit and moves with ease around the room keeping her eyes on the powerful giant computer screen

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Mataku menatap sebuah sudut sepi di ujung sana. Sebuah ruang hampa yang kini hanya bertepikan sandaran tangan kayu. Bangku taman dari kayu jati tua dengan ruang yang hanya cukup untuk dua orang itu terasa seperti lautan lepas tanpa daratan dilihat dari dimana aku duduk di sisi kanan. Termangu aku duduk menatap berbagai guratan-guratan panjang maupun pendek yang ada di sandaran kayu dan dudukan

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4.30 pm rainy afternoon sometime in May...Mother Nature was playing one of her weird tricks again this week by showering the city with drizzles and sometime heavy rain in the middle of May. Although it was nothing to complaint about from my part as I always welcomed a dreamy rainy day anytime of the year, I realized that global warming was not just a theory anymore.I finally got out of the car

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7.15 am, rush hour traffic...I sat there drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of Pink Flyod's "Another Brick In The Wall". I had this helpless blank look staring a the impossible traffic ahead. It was a bumper to bumper jam and there was no way in the seventh heaven that I will make it to my office by 7.30 am as promised to a friend the day before. We planned to meet up at the

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"ride scooter, eat local food...." I said"get drunk, sleep late and have late brunch" I continued mumbling"where ...?" someone asked me"sunbathing in some Greek Island" i half replied and half daydreaming"wow, so far ?" someone wondered"yup, so it won't be so easy to get back home" Damn ! I need a vacation !!!!!

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"Ya yang waras ngalah lah" ucapnya sambil mengaduk - aduk garpunya kedalam sepiring gado-gado. Sementara itu jari tangannya satu lagi menari-nari diatas touch pad di Power Book Mac G4 nya untuk memamerkan layout print ad yang baru dibuatnya ke teman disebelahnya. "emang dia mau ngalah sama loe, jek?" kata temannya itu dan tertawa keras sekali. Aku dan dua teman lain di meja itu turut tertawa. "

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Article by Rodd Chant, Executive Creative Director, DraftFCB, New YorkI’d like to debunk some myths about the stereotypical New Yorker and in fact about New York itself.I’m coming up to my first year here and I am starting to feel like a local, I have a long way to go before I can truly say that, but I’m getting there. I’ve been to a Yankees game, I eat hot dogs and I can hail a taxi in peak hour

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by Mayumi Haryoto ::: Studio Shika

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Park Bench Society wish you a very happy lunar year

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"We're not only a worldwide agency, we offers integrated communication solutions as well". That is more or less the message that are send across when you browse through the agency credential in an Adobe Flash Player format. "Let's give the client a 360 degrees approach" are often mentioned in the board room discussion during initial sharing session every time a new pitch came along the

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The usual morning ritual properties consisting of a cup of hot black coffee and the day's newspaper were already placed on top of the desk. On the background the voice of a news presenter from the television giving the first breaking news of the day can be heard slightly. The female newscaster's voice which was now turned into Mandarin after delivering the English news version was barely

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"You did what ??!" I remembered screaming that before waking up. I looked at the digital number on my cell phone, 5.24 am. Damn, the stupid bad dream which I couldn't even remember what was it all about now is making me wide awake. I looked around my bedroom still not wanting to be parted from the warmth cocoon of my comforter and try to search for the daylight coming through the crack of my

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The speakers not far above me was announcing the flight to Greece. I sat still on my bench and deeply enhaled the smoke from my Marlboro in the small aquarium - like smoking cubicle.I looked at my watch and took a mental note of the time and calculating the time I have left before I required to hand in my boarding pass to that petite but full - bodied and sensual looking ground crew attendant

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"hey" "hey" "you look good" she said as she sat down on the three seaters sofa next to me."thank's, you're the one who told me to wear this" I said. I can sniffed her familiar fresh scent as our knees touched briefly when she sat next to me.'how are you" she asked."I'm well" I said again.The waitress with a nice smile came bringing my order. I saw a red silicon wristband she wore on her wrist. It

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most often sleeplesswhen reality fledthe hidden beauty in sadnessis the "missing you" unsaiddamn the plasterit's only first aidi'll make it all betterwithout the bandageImage: Ouch! tin can plaster. Available at Aksara. A Worldwide Co product.

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KERJAKU ADALAH WIBAWADIMANA HASRAT DAN TUJUANKU BERTUMPUSEGALA YANG KULAKUKANADALAH CERMIN DARI SIKAP DAN PERILAKU KEBERADAAN JIWAKUHIDUPKU IALAH KARUNIADIMANA SEGALANYA ADALAHATAS KUASA - NYASEMUA YANG KUJALANIADALAH TANGGUNG JAWABDAN KEWAJIBANKEMANUSIAANKU SEMATAHASRATKU ADALAH LENTERAPEMANDU SANUBARIKU BERJALANMENITI SURATAN TAKDIR - NYAAPAPUN YANG KUDAPATKANADALAH BERKAH KEBERADAANKUYANG

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(Terdengar bunyi motor meraung dari bengkel sebelah. Berisik sekali. Laptop ku terbuka diatas meja panjang di ruang kerjanya. Beberapa proof print pernak pernik perhiasan yang terbuat dari mutiara tergeletak di meja itu. Wajahnya kelihatan tegang seperti biasa setiap akan mengikuti pameran perhiasan international. “Kok ga ada yang bagus sih gambarnya buat di print di catalog” katanya

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Chinese noodle place in a narrow alley walkway. Rainy days. It's Hong Kong in the 60's filled with retro feeling represented by big Siemens wall clock, Japanese rice cooker, vaselined slick hair and a sensual body - hugging Cheongsam/Qipao dress. To borrow a phrase from one of the film reviews this movie is a "Literary Vision" which to my interpretation is like a composition of beautiful

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SCENE 1 (A view from a window. Wet roof in a rainy afternoon. Drops of water falling from the edge of the roof into a man-made pond below. Koi fishes swim beneath the surface. The ivy covered wall with its spreaded vines and full leaves are wet and looks so green and clean. The smell of wet grass flowing through the open window. The sounds of thunder in a distant from time to time.) Turn out the

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Two little kids A boy and a girl Walk hand in handTwo little hands Inside a cookie jar Performing innocent crimeShare the walkShare the cookiesShare the momentCookies in handThey run in a parkLaughing and eatingTill one of them fellHalf eaten cookie on the groundAnd a broken skin on his kneeAs his laughter stopThe other watchedCookie still in her handUnsure of what to doShe comes slowly closerAnd

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“Hi” …“Allo” she said, with a French accent.“Mind if I sit here?”“No, go ahead” she said blowing her smoke.We were both in a smoking section of an airport waiting for our flights. I noticed her shoes, nice Adidas. A pair of simple black shoes with three white stripes which she worn over ankle socks.“Where are you flying to?” I tried to make small conversation as I lighted my cigarette.“Back home

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Plain toast diet on Sunday.The acrid dry taste in my mouth left a bitter feeling. The unsweetened dark tea and cigarette just added the staleness as I chewed my plain toast. It’s the only thing I can think of eating right now without the feeling of wanting to throw up.The growling feeling in my stomach I have been feeling since yesterday turned out to be a signal of some kind of an infection in

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That was what it says in white chalk on the menu board standing on the pavement in front of this café announcing the special package for the day. I felt raindrops fell heavier on my head and was deciding whether to go inside escaping the rain or just continued walking. I peeked inside and saw empty white linen clothed tables decorated with a white lily in a small crystal like vase on top of every

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I took this test and scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.Cultural Creative94%Existentialist88%

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Another local solidarity movement to help Indonesian children with their education. This time it is by Japfa Comfeed, a private corporation from the agri - food producer specializing in animal feed manufacturing, chicken breeding, poultry processing and aquaculture farming. The wristband support campaign is called "Gelang Kami Peduli" or "We Care Wristband" and comes in orange color. The cost is

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Another written article in the local newspaper Kompas crying out the lack of park benches and open gardens due to luxurious urban development neglecting the needs for open public spaces (read also "Abandonned City Parks"). For similar articles in English read "Genuine Plastic Vanity" at Graffiti Bench.Satu lagi mengenai Jakarta dan taman kota nya. Ditulis oleh pembaca di Redaksi Yth dengan judul

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I smiled as I opened the Living Section of today’s Sunday newspaper, Kompas 15 May, 2005. There were two articles talking about the existence or more like the lack of decent public space in the city of Jakarta and in the country in general ( see Mana Ruang Publik Kami ? and Kerinduan Menikmati Alun – Alun ). These articles are really what Park Bench Society and its sub –blogs all about by using

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Just a short note to wish my bro, Adhi Djimar the best birthday and may today be an important milestone for the rest of his life. Happy birthday bro !. Long life, good health and prosperity. PS: any change we'll hear some wedding bells soon?

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I was tracking the traffics and hits to my blogs the other day and noticed that one of my blog Happening Bench was really the “happening” blog. It received the most hits compared to my other blogs. This particular blog actually is where I put notice of what is happening around the city of Jakarta and elsewhere that I thought might be of interest to some people.As I reviewed further where all the

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Just a short graffiti-like quote taken from Madonna's book, SEX.

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I wrote this as a comment on "Abandonned City Parks" in Graffiti Bench by the famous but rarely appeared contributor, Silly Sushi. She's just being her silly self as usual. Anyway, after re-reading the comment I thought it could be use as a write-up for this blog. So here it goes and sorry about the mixed lingo but I was too lazy to think in one language when writing it. Kunci dari semua ini

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Membahas tentang taman kota Jakarta memang memiliki sejumlah daftar lokasi yang potensial. Sebutlah Lapangan Monas, Lapangan Banteng, Taman Blok M, Taman Suropati, Taman Lembang, juga Taman Proklamasi, dan masih banyak lagi tempat-tempat umum lain yang bisa dikembangkan misalnya; Museum Nasional, Museum Fatahillah dan sebagainya. Namun dari semua tempat ini, tak satu pun yang berhasil menjalankan

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A 2003 Shiraz Carbenet from Willowglen. That's all I can think of at the moment. Of course Pope John Paul II just passed away yesterday (read Ciao Grande Papone in Art Bench). The world is again losing a great man. There is also the issue of the quake at Nias island and all the displaced people and countless victims. Bebel Gilberto was having a concert the other day, I think. Avril Lavigne

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Pardon my French but le printemps est ici, the springtime is here marked by the arrival of the Christian religious holiday Easter. Yes, it’s that time for chocolate bunnies, marshmallow chicks and colored eggs!.Actually I didn’t really remember about the holiday till sometime today when I was listening to my iTunes playlist of the title soundtrack from Down with Love starring Renée Zellweger and

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The figure stood there in the dark half illuminated by the lamp clock coming from the access ramp. Its long figure stretch out in the night in a stand still yet fervently awaited a charge of energy that produced some mechanical thrust of solid throbbing piston like movement that will take it to reach an excited destination.Once in a while there were hissing sounds of breathless grunt that came

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I find this interesting questionnaire which refers to The Proust Questionnaire. It turns out that Vanity Fair magazine posed a series of questions based on this on their monthly edition. So here it goes:What is your most marked characteristic? LazinessWhat is the quality you most like in a man? His ability to argue without losing his coolWhat is the quality you most like in a woman? Her sense of

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Historically city gardens and parks have always been places of urban public spaces. They have been significant in the life of many cities as spaces of social movements. Not to mention in some Western countries these places have a significant socio-political history in the formation of democracy as these open spaces sometimes become the backdrop of public debates on contesting or opposing

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The most talked about event around town is finally over after 3 full days performance of the giants in jazz genre. It did gives a chill to see the Godfather of Soul James Brown himself with his full entourage performed on stage still like a sex machine or watching George Duke doing a long solo on the grand piano.Attending 2 out of the 3 days Jakarta International Java Jazz Festival did satisfy

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Paradox in a bottleFloating unopened on liquid landFree of all world troubleTill it reaches the golden sandCork unscrewed releasing breath of soulCatching the ray of a sunset glowCurious eyes marked with scowlCautious steps uncertain and slowEvolving in surrounding existenceUnderstanding norms of livingAt times cynic to the indulgenceOf what society finds so pleasingPalest powder and dark

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Bagaimana sebuah mimpi bekerja? berapa banyak macam mimpi dalam kehidupan ini ? apakah kerja mimpi dalam tidur sama dengan mimpi untuk mencapai sesuatu atau mimpi berkhayal bertemu dengan seseorang teman atau kekasih?Seberapa tipiskah perbedaan mimpi dengan cita-cita? Dapatkah kita hidup tanpa mimpi, cita-cita atau khayalan? seberapa jauh kita dapat membiarkan diri kita terjebak dalam mimpi? Kata

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The clock on the computer says it is 10.01 pm at GMT +7 hours. That would make it more or less like 3 o’clock in the afternoon somewhere in Western Europe. A late afternoon in Europe would be a good time to start having wine. For sure now at a local time is a perfect time to have at least a couple glass of wine. Just poured an Australian Shiraz while writing this piece of what I already know is

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Imagine saying this when ordering something to drink in a café or coffee shop. When associated with sex perhaps the drink that come to mind would be something alcoholic in nature. However, it couldn’t be more wrong as it turned out the world would choose coffee. This reminds me about an ad series by Absolut Vodka with a copy by William Shakespeare which says drinks “provokes the desire but takes

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Apa yang terpikirkan waktu membaca judul ini ? Apakah lucunya seorang pelawak? Atau lucunya seorang bayi ? Mungkin lucunya seorang gadis manis? Bagaimana kalau lucunya orang-orang yang merasa dirinya paling benar dan pintar? Gaya mereka yang seperti dewa-dewa yang memaksakan kehendak terhadap orang-orang disekitar mereka. Lucu sekaligus menyebalkan. Gaya monyet-monyet dungu ini yang merasa sudah

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The noise of busy airport terminal always sounds soothing to me. That female voice announcing flights flying off to cosmopolitan cities like Frankfurt and Prague or exotic destinations like Morocco and Bali is like an open invitation to escape the current dreading reality of my life. The transit terminal that morning smells of freshly brewed coffee from the coffee shops that just opened their

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The blinding morning sun shot through the windshield while a radio announcer’s voice filled the car’s interior chattering a morning program with her on–air guest on the latest lifestyle trend on mind and spirit. It was a typical morning program rundown of traffic report and weather forecast for the day. I drove the car for the last twenty minutes in the light morning rush hour. Something about

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I was standing there in a moment of indecisiveness on the side street of Kuta, Bali on a hot sticky afternoon with none whatsoever appealing options of where to go when this girl blurted out something about going to a used book store she accidentally saw the day before, somewhere in one of the nearby streets.Breaking apart from the mainstream crowd we started walking a long stretch block on the

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Did you ever feel that you're at a junction where you just can't decide which direction to take? feeling trapped in a tug of war between following the path of your soul and the reality of facing life responsibilities?. It is like a cross word puzzle where you are struggling to find the one missing letter to complete the entire word. You race against time to think of the other letters that will

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the ancient pond a frog leaps in the sound of water the sky is copper no glimmer of light the moon seems dead bunch of idiots screw the whole damn lot of you i'm pissing off home Excerpts from Marie Desplechin's "Haiku"

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Rainy afternoon, Starbucks Cafe terrace, Plaza Senayan. Sitting outdoor, full ashtray and half full cup of espresso. I can't remember what she's having, maybe some bottled fruit juice as usual or her favorite hot beverage which is hot chocolate. As always, we ended up here or some other cafe after thinking of where to go simply because of the lack of some public facilities like park benches in

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