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SAAB ska visst dö nu och jag sitter och undrar varför jag ska bry mig. Det här scenariot var ju tusen gånger mer väntat än att Koenigsegg skulle köpa företaget. Christian von Koenigsegg har i alla fall fått kalla fötter. (Christian heter förövrigt precis som han ser ut. Det fanns även en äggskalle som alla garvade åt i den upplaga av “Vem där?”-spelet som mitt fritids hade när jag var liten kom jag på nu.)

Men det var inte sant, men det var inte sant…

Nu när företagen dör som om pesten härjade och alla lipar och skriker efter statligt stöd så känner jag mig bara fruktansvärt trött. Samtidigt som stora industrijättar (med svenska mått) rullar runt i fosterställning så ska allt fortfarande säljas ut. Apoteket försvinner ju och Vattenfall har ju släppts nästan helt men gapar fortfarande efter frihet att våldföra sig på vår strömförsörjning. Du vet den där som vi är beroende av för att fungera som samhälle. Varför inte gå totalt berserk på lokaltrafiken och sjukvården också? Finns det ingen människa som har någon som helst framförhållning där ute? Den “fria marknaden” är varken rättvis eller långtidsplanerande. Det är en djungel där det som är viktigast är att fatta snabba beslut, äta och växa sig större. Om maten plötsligt tar slut så sitter man i skiten precis som när man svedjebränner all sin mark och slutar med bränd skit överallt.

Så varför skulle man överhuvudtaget hjälpa företag som kommer gråtande hemåt? Ja det vetifan. Då det går bra då passar alla på att outsourca så mycket som möjligt utomlands och när det går dåligt då ska man ha hjälp av föräldrarna. Vad är då bäst, att betala med statliga pengar nu för att behålla jobben eller låta skiten dö? Oavsett vilket så kommer det alltid att vara de små människorna som allihopa står för notan. Dessutom så återupprepas ju cykeln ganska snart igen om vi gemensamt pungar ut nu.

Så till lite glada nyheter. Tjockisarna blir inte fler i år!!! Woho! Snart kanske de är i tillräckligt stor minoritet för att man ska kunna uttrycka öppet misstycke kring övervikt. Det är ju redan nu allmän kännedom att det inte är socialt accepterat att vara överviktig. Oavsett om man ser till hälsoaspekterna eller det mer ytliga och utseendefixerade synsättet så säger diskursen att det är fult att vara tjock. Däremot så får man ju inte prata om det då någon kan ta illa vid sig. Eftersom alla idag antingen känner en porker eller porkar loss själv så är det ganska många som tar just illa vid sig, trots att ingen tycker om det egentligen. Det är i alla fall första året på 70 år då andelen fetton inte ökar!!!

Det är ett galet hyckleri det där egentligen. Jag är en alldeles för lat person, det tycker jag själv och får höra det av andra lite då och då. Ingen gillar lathet, eller hur? Om jag skulle höra en diskussion om att man ogillar lata människor så skulle folk bara skratta åt mig om jag ställde mig upp och skrek att jag känner mig kränkt. Varför ska tjockisarna ha rättigheter liknande någon som diskrimineras emot enbart på grund av identiteten likt rasism mot invandrare? Övervikt ogillas för att det är ohälsosamt liksom rökning, hindrar andra från att sitta normalt på flyget/bussen/tåget och skapar jätteklumpar som blir trötta av sådant en 3 åring skulle skratta sig igenom. Givetvis menar jag inte att man är en sämre människa om man är överviktig. Däremot har man en väldigt tveksam syn på världen om man tycker att alla andra ska säga saker man blir glad av framför att uttrycka vad de känner i alla lägen.

Jag vet att alla inte har samma belägenhet att gå upp i vikt, men det är i slutändan en livsstilsfråga där vi har olika startpositioner. Sådant är livet på alla sätt. Vissa föds med ett “von” i namnet men de flesta utan. Man får göra det man kan av det man får och hålla käften. Samma sak med den kropp man föds med.

Para que serve um economista? A maioria das respostas a essa pergunta provavelmente giraria em torno de frases do tipo “para orientar políticas econômicas”, “para criticar políticas econômicas”, “para ganhar prêmios Nobel” ou, simplesmente, “para nada” – no caso daquelas pessoas que só dão valor ao que traz efeitos diretos às suas vidas. Steven Levitt, autor do livro Freakonomics (escrito em parceria com o repórter Stephen Dubner),  mostra que um economista pode também usar seus conhecimentos para abordar questões práticas, mesmo algumas que, à primeira vista, poderiam parecer insondáveis. E é esse o ponto principal da obra em questão, a aplicação de ferramentas da Economia para desvendar comportamentos do dia-a-dia das pessoas.

Tome-se como exemplo um dos trechos mais chatos do livro, que trata sobre lutadores de sumô (sim, lutadores de sumô): sem ter contato algum com a cultura oriental – pelo menos que tenha sido mencionado no livro – Levitt mostra que uma estimativa teórica da manipulação de resultados em lutas aponta exatamente para lutadores suspeitos de participar de tais falcatruas. Muito mais instigantes são os contundentes indícios apresentados de que a atuação dos pais na criação dos filhos é virtualmente irrelevante para o sucesso dos mesmos. Sim, pois de acordo com os dados avaliados, os pais são importantes para as crianças pelo que são, não pelo que fazem, e não há diferença entre pais que leem para os filhos e os que não leem, por exemplo. Assustador, não?

Entretanto, o ponto alto do livro (pelo menos para quem gosta de ver o circo pegar fogo) é a questão envolvendo criminalidade e aborto. O autor defende de forma extremamente convincente que um dos principais fatores, se não o principal, para a queda abrupta da criminalidade nos EUA a partir de meados da década de 1990 foi a aprovação pela suprema corte do direito ao aborto. Esse processo aconteceu, conhecido como Roe x Wade, teve sua definição em 1973. Vinte e poucos anos depois, os jovens que seriam responsáveis pela criminalidade simplesmente não existiam. O mais interessante é que Levitt parece ser apolítico. Ele não defende o aborto nem o condena, ele simplesmente vislumbrou uma descoberta e a perseguiu até acreditar que a havia desvendado.

E é essa aparente isenção que torna Freakonomics tão mais atraente. Como o próprio autor faz questão de ressaltar, seu propósito é afastar-se do senso comum ao iniciar qualquer análise. Se a descoberta dele, ao fim do processo, mostrar que o senso comum estava certo, ótimo. Caso contrário, melhor ainda. Quem dera toda a produção artística e intelectual partisse desse mesmo pressuposto.

Para quem se interessar, o site oficial.

November 16th

When we got to Japan we were devastated to hear that sumo season was over. Between that and only spotting one geisha, our to do list was looking pretty meager. Luckily Giles and Anne , in their infinite wisdom, informed us that the sumo tournament was only just beginning in Fukuoka so, ignoring Lonely Planet’s advice that people start queueing at dawn for the special (and cheap) ‘on the day’ tickets, we picked up our Japanese Rail passes and massive backpacks and headed straight for Japan’s second city.

We managed to blag the cheap seats for that day for 2,100 yen (around 16 euro) but it being only 11am, the stadium was pretty empty so we had someone else’s ringside (sweat splatter) seats until around 2.30pm. The tournament runs from 8.30am until 6pm every day for the duration of the festival, starting with the lower level sumos and moving onto the world’s best in the afternoon. Surprisingly, there are only around 800 sumo wrestlers currently competing, as Japanese boys move towards the country’s latest craze – baseball.

I had always imagined sumo to be an epic battle between two massive forces of nature so when the first few competitors came into the ring, weighing little over 14 stone, I was a bit disappointed. Fortunately as the day progressed, they got bigger, until they weight around 1 kilo less than a fully grown sperm whale. I was also surprised by the amount of ceremony involved (apparently sumo was originally part of a religious ritual).

The first person to enter the stage is a man in traditional dress (looking a little like a medieval squire) who sings/chants the competitor’s name. The sumo then hauls himself into the ring, a circle with a diameter of around 15ft on a sand platform. They stretch, lifting one swollen foot over their head before stomping it down on the ground and repeating with the other foot. Then they square up, squatting down, before standing up and walking out of the ring. The referee (also in traditional dress) dances about a bit and the sumos return, squat and sometimes, leave again.

After around 10 minutes of this the fat (or sometimes not so fat) men finally get to it. The referee starts yelping like an injured seal (apparently shouting encouragement) and they rush at each other, colliding and sending all their rolls of fat (and in one sumos case four boobs) quivering towards their rear in fear.

Oftentimes this is all it takes. One puts his shoulder down lower and the other, defying the law of gravity, soars over his back, suspended gracefully mid-air in a backflip for one terrifying moment, before he hits the floor/judge/closest audience member. And that’s it. After all the ceremony, chanting and prancing, they hobble back to the stage, bow and exit the room demurely. Sumo wrestlers, unlike Irish football fans, are not permitted to show emotion after winning or losing a bout.

The best fights are the ones where the wrestlers weigh about the same and have similar strength. When their shoulders meet, neither gives way and they wrap their free arm around each other. This leads to a standoff which, after a few minutes, starts to look a bit more like the world’s fleshiest cuddle.

You would think that seven and a half hours of watching a foreign sport in an unintelligible language with a seemingly endless routine of unrecognizable religious rituals, would be too much of a good thing. But its not. As the day went on it got more and more exciting and, as the more successful sumos arrived, the crowd got more and more excited. A queue of people waiting to greet the world champions formed outside the stadium and with all the screaming teenagers and swooning women, you would have been excused for thinking that you were at a Take That concert.

We left feeling like kids who had spent the day at Disney, practicing our squats and splits and stamping on the bus, just daring people twice our size to take us on. And why not? Sumo has it all – morbidly obese men, thongs, long flowing locks, bear hugs, elaborate costumes, injured sea creatures, gravity defying belly flops and the ever present fear that the next time they fall, it could be on you. What more could you want from a sport?

More photos of sumo in Fukuoka are available in the gallery.

Here’s something you don’t see every day… a peloton of sumo wrestlers!

My daughter and I were driving around on Halloween day and came upon one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen when it comes to cyclists. There was a whole group of riders dressed in funny sumo suits. We were actually going the other way when we passed them the first time, but it was so cool that I had to get pictures, so we turned around and passed them again, grabbing some pictures out the window as we went by.

There were probably at least twenty riders, and they were creating quite a stir. Folks were honking and cheering, but they seemed oblivious. I have no idea who the group was, and if the traffic hadn’t been so crazy around them I probably would have tried to make conversation out the window to find out.

It made our day!

In other news…  We’ve had some unseasonably cold temperatures the last few days, which means it was 16-18 degrees (F)  when I left the house in the morning, making for a brisk commute! The temperature has climbed to the mid 30s for the ride home in the evening, and that has felt almost tropical compared to the morning.

The bike commuting herd gets pretty thin when it gets this cold, but I’ve seen more riders still out than I saw last year, which is pretty cool. (No pun intended)

I’ve got my cold weather commuting wear figured out pretty well these days, so I was comfortable. Layering and coverage is everything. Maybe I’ll do a post in the near future to review my current outfit choices.

Thanks for stopping by. Ride Safe!

Last Sumo photo, maybe.

The Weigh In.

IL POSTO DELLE PAROLE

Edizione Speciale

La trasmissione di libri e letture “Il posto delle parole” di Trsradio 104.800 fm, a cura di Livio Partiti, presenta una edizione speciale giovedì  12 novembre alle ore 17.30.

Ospiti della trasmissione Eric Emmanuel Schmitt e Tracy Chevalier

Eric Emmanuel Schmitt

Il lottatore di sumo che non diventava grosso.

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Selvaggio, arrabbiato, Jun vaga con i suoi quindici anni per le strade di Tokyo, lontano da una famiglia della quale si rifiuta di parlare. Il suo incontro con un maestro di sumo che vede in lui un “grosso”, nonostante il suo fisico emaciato, lo coinvolge nella pratica della più misteriosa delle arti marziali. Con lui Jun scopre il mondo sconosciuto della forza, dell’intelligenza e dell’accettazione di sé. Ma come raggiungere lo zen quando non si è altro che dolore e violenza? Come diventare lottatore di sumo se non si riesce a diventare grossi? Nell’affollata metropoli giapponese l’anziano Shomintsu guiderà il ragazzo lungo un percorso iniziatico che mescolando infanzia e spiritualità accompagna anche il lettore alla sorgente del buddhismo.

Tracy Chevalier

Strane creature

Neri Pozza

È il 1811 a Lyme, un piccolo villaggio del Sussex, sulla costa meridionale inglese. Le stagioni si susseguono senza scosse in paese e il decoro britannico si sposa perfettamente con la tranquilla vita di una provincia all’inizio del diciannovesimo secolo.
Un giorno, però, sbarcano nel villaggio le sorelle Philpot e la quiete è subito un pallido ricordo. Vengono da Londra, sono eleganti, vestite alla moda, sono bizzarre creature per gli abitanti di quella costa spazzata dal vento.
Margaret, diciotto anni, riccioli neri e braccia ben tornite, sorprende costantemente tutti coi suoi turbanti verdolini sconosciuti alle ragazze di Lyme, che se ne vanno in giro ancora con grevi vestiti stile impero.
Louise, meravigliosi occhi grigi e grandi mani, coltiva una passione per la botanica che è incomprensibile in quel piccolo mondo dove alle donne è dato solo di maritarsi e accudire i figli. Ma è soprattutto Elizabeth, la più grande delle Philpot, a costituire un’eccentrica figura in quel paesino sperduto sulla costa. Ha venticinque anni. Dovrebbe comportarsi come una sfortunata zitella per l’età che ha e l’aspetto severo che si ritrova, ma se ne va in giro come una persona orgogliosamente libera e istruita che non si cura affatto di civettare con gli uomini.
In paese ha stretto amicizia con Mary Anning, la figlia dell’ebanista. Quand’era poco più che una poppante, Mary è stata colpita da un fulmine. La donna che la teneva fra le braccia e le due ragazze accanto a lei morirono, ma lei la scampò. Prima dell’incidente era una bimba quieta e malaticcia. Ora è una ragazzina vivace e sveglia che passa il suo tempo sulla spiaggia di Lyme, dove dice di aver scoperto strane creature dalle ossa gigantesche, coccodrilli enormi vissuti migliaia di anni fa. Il reverendo Jones, un uomo con il volto squadrato, i capelli a spazzola e le labbra sottili che non stanno mai ferme, dice che le cose non possono stare in questo modo, perché sarebbe contrario alla Bibbia. Dio non può aver creato delle bestie così grandi per poi sbarazzarsene.
Elizabeth Philpot però non solo presta fede alla ragazzina, ma la protegge anche dai cacciatori di fossili e dagli avventurieri che accorrono a frotte a Lyme. Tra questi anche l’affascinante colonnello Birch, un militare dritto e sicuro di  sé dai bei capelli folti e neri, che infrange il cuore di Mary e suscita una morbosa, irresistibile attrazione nella maggiore delle Philpot.
Basata sulla storia vera di Mary Anning, la ragazzina che a Lyme Bay portò alla luce il cranio del primo ittiosauro e rese così possibile quella svolta negli studi sull’evoluzione che trovò il suo coronamento nel 1859, con la pubblicazione dell’Origine delle specie di Darwin, Strane creature è una delle opere più riuscite di Tracy Chevalier: un’avvincente storia di donne che lottano contro le ottuse convenzioni di un’epoca per aprire la strada al progresso e alla conoscenza.

Il posto delle parole

La civiltà della conversazione

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Sumobrottas mot en kollega, chefen eller brudgummen. Iförd stora sumobrottningsdräkter går ni matcher mot varandra till bara en står kvar som vinnare. Det är otroligt kul att sumobrottas och det lockas fram många skratt både under och efter matcherna. Sumobrottning som möhippa och svensexa är ett oslagbart koncept, för att inte tala om hur kul det skulle vara att spöa chefen under en företagsaktivitet.

Meg:

When we arrived in Tokyo, we were a little jet-lagged (these all natural tablets helped, but there’s only so much you can do when it comes to a 12 hour time difference).  So when we found ourselves awake before the sun came up on our first full day in Japan, we decided to make the most of our pre-dawn alertness and head to the Tsukiji fish market.

When we arrived, it took us a few minutes to get our bearings.  We got a map from one of the many vendor stalls that are lined up in front of the fish market, which was incredibly helpful in navigating  the labyrinthine system of stalls, both inside and outside.  Although we were on our own when it came to dodging the crazy mini-forklifts that zipped all around the market.

Frank:

I can’t begin to explain my excitement when I saw how fresh and how diverse the seafood that they had was. Being an ex sushi chef myself I would have given anything to have a kitchen in my hotel room. Instead I had to settle for having sushi at one of the local sushi bars at the fish market. Though it was the most expensive breakfast I had ever had, I also ate the best single bite of sushi I had ever had. The chef served us both a piece of anago (salt water eel), which I had had before, but this was done better than I will probably ever find again… and believe me, I have been looking.

Meg:

Later that day, we discovered that there was a sumo tournament (or as our hotel concierge called it, sumo “races”) going on.  We didn’t know what to expect, but we didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as we did.  The ritual was interesting, but seeing two giant men clash and hearing the roar of the crowd was incredible.

After the tournament, we headed out in the stadium’s neighborhood for some dinner.  We saw the sumo wrestlers, in traditional garb, out and about (they live and train in the neighborhood).  It was an interesting contrast to see a wrestler in traditional sumo kimono (yukata) listening to his iPod.

Our first day in Japan served as a crash course in Japanese culture.  We ate the best sushi of our lives, and developed an appreciation for a new sport.  Not bad for 24 hours in Tokyo.

Hey There,

After the game in Yokohama, I was looking forward to a last day in Tokyo to do some shopping.  Up until that point (Sept 17th), I hadn’t bought any souvenirs, other than some baseball caps and little things, mainly because I didn’t want to have to carry around all that extra stuff.  But, since we’d be going to Sendai the next day, then back to the US on the following day, I figured it was now or never.  So, in the morning, I walked around Tokyo and bought a number of things, including a video game for my PSP.  Power Pros is a popular baseball video game.  I have the US version of it, but in Japan, they sell a version that includes NPB teams.  The newest version for the PSP was released on the 17th and I was able to pick up a copy.

For the rest of the morning, I wandered around Akihabara (called the “electric city”) where they have a lot of electronics stores.  I was able to pick up some small figurines from the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (one of the weirdest anime shows I’ve ever seen), which I am using with some other figures I have to make a different kind of nativity scene around a small christmas tree my parents got me.  I looked through six or seven stores before I found what I was looking for.

Ryogoku - Sumo Arena

After lunch, I went to watch a Sumo tournament.  There are several major sumo tournaments per year, and I think the biggest was taking place while I was in Japan.  I’ve seen some Sumo matches on TV, so I know the basic idea.  The matches themselves only take a few seconds (maybe a minute at the longest), but the ceremony before and after the matches were interesting.

In a Sumo match, you try to force the other guy out of the circle, by pushing, slapping, or carrying him.  The first person to leave the circle, or fall to the ground is the loser, even if they seem to have the upper hand.  For example, if you are pushing the other guy and you trip and fall to the ground, you lose.  Also, if you try to toss a guy out and you fall out of the circle before your opponent hits the ground, you lose.

In a Sumo match, there’s a burst of energy and violence, then the fight is over.  Most of Sumo wrestlers are large, but the largest is not always the best.  I saw matches where a fairly small guy overcame a larger opponent.  It’s all about balance- if a smaller guy can get a larger guy off balance, they will pretty much always win.

There are judges sitting on each side, who would consult when there was a debate about the results of a match.  They sit there in a traditional way, which doesn’t allow them a lot of flexibility.  On a few occasions, I saw a wrestler fall from the ring right onto the judges.  Even though I said that not all Sumo wrestlers are very large, I still don’t think I’d like one of them falling on me.

I thought I was done with Sumo for awhile when the opportunity came up to photograph a different type of Sumo wrestling. It is called Sumo Okinawense. Each participant wears a red or white cloth belt. The grab each others belt and do not let go as each wrestles to get the back of their opponent on the ground. It made for some good faces and good photos.

Check them out.

Leggo solo ora questo articolo sulla discussione sollevata dalla decisione di Radio Due di modificare il proprio palinsesto cancellando programmi come Sumo, Condor e L’altro lato. In sostanza – poi, potete leggere l’articolo linkato – L’Espresso ha proposto un’iniziativa, diciamo, di protesta simbolica contro tali decisioni, mentre nell’articolo de Il Giornale si scrive che tali programmi, comunque, hanno un ascolto che è sotto la media della rete.

Mi permetto un paio di osservazioni:

1 – Tralascio la questione dell’interpretazione dei dati di ascolto. Anche ad altre latitudini ho assistito a discussioni sul tema, ed anche in ambienti abbastanza professionali, a dimostrazione che, quando si parla di queste cose, si rischia di non mettere a fuoco il risultato che tali numeri permettono di quantificare. Mi limito a scrivere che il punto, per una radio pubblica, non dovrebbe essere comunque quello dello share, o come lo si vuole chiamare, ma dei contenuti che un Servizio Pubblico deve poter offrire, anche se la resa del programma non è quantificabile con masse di ascolti.

2 – Ogni gruppo editoriale potrebbe pensare prima alle sue, di radio, che a quelle degli altri e/o a quelle pubbliche. Questo vale per Il Giornale, ma anche per L’Espresso. Tra l’altro, nessuno si è minimamente sognato di creare o partecipare a lanci di scarpe colorate o altre iniziative simili quando Linus ha cambiato la rotta di Radio Capital, o quando One O One è diventata R101, per dirne due.

Con questo, gli I(r)Radiati ne approfittano per rinnovare stima e simpatia nei confronti di Federico Taddia e al suo programma L’altro lato, sperando che una soluzione si possa trovare sulle stesse frequenze o altrove, perché sarebbe un vero peccato perdere una trasmissione così intelligente in un panorama, quello radiofonico, che tende troppo spesso ad uniformarsi sull’idea più semplice.

(Maurizio)

Wrestler in Japan's open division for females: Rie Tsuihiji, 19. (Photo: Steve Ferrier)

EVEN Japanese are shocked when they hear about women sumo wrestlers.

Somehow the mental picture of gargantuan wrestlers does not fit well with  images of petite women in kimonos or modern fashions.

Sure enough, there is nothing petite about Japan’s female heavyweight champion, Rie Isuihiji, a 19-year-old commerce student at Tokyo’s Takushoku University.

Although Ms Isuihiji is not nearly as bulky as the male sumo champions, she is hefty enough to dissuade any likely lad looking for a fight.

It is not a polite to ask a lady her weight, but let it be said that she was nowhere near qualifying for the under-70g division of the inaugural women’s sumo championships in Osaka in January.

In exquisite contrast to her size and wrestling ability, Ms Isuihiji displays refined politeness and friendliness when meeting overseas guests.

“My father is a judo instructor and I stated practicing judo when I was three,” she said, modestly refraining from mentioning that she was once third in Japan’s female student judo competition.

With a fellow member of the women’s judo club at the university, Ms Isuihiji took up sumo training partly as practice for judo, partly for fun.

Training

Then they started training for the sumo championships.

“I have to say sumo for women has different rules than for men,” she said.

“Men regard it as a martial art whereas we see it as a sport. Our rules are different too. Striking in the face is prohibited in women’s sumo, and we can’t crash into each other with our heads.”

Unlike her male counterparts, she has no special diet but tries to eat as many vegetables as possible.

Donning their orange Lycra suits and wrapping a wide white belt around their middles, the women sumo wrestlers move on to the tatamai mats of the judo dojo, make a circle with black rope and prepare to demonstrate their skills.

Ms Isuihiji is the biggest, so it is her job to face the charges of all her team-mates. They rush at her with enthusiasm, push, shove, then get gloriously dumped by the champion.

Champion in the under 50-kilo division, Kayoko Cabori, is pushed from the ring by Rie Tsuihiji. (Photo: Steve Ferrier).

“I’m sorry,” she says to her victims as she helps them up from the floor. “I didn’t use any extra power.”

They all seem to understand — some of them finished in the top two or three of the other divisions in the national championships.

Cameraderie

The women share a camaraderie that comes not only  from practising sumo and judo together but also because they all study commerce and live in the same apartment block.

There to keep an eye on them is their coach, Kaneo Iwatsuri, director of Takushoku University’s judo club, and a former Japanese judo champion.

Mr Iwatsuri says women’s sumo is not aimed at becoming a national sport but is more part of physical education.

“I teach them and we also have experts from the men’s sumo club as instructors,” he said.

“A layperson may feel that sumo is dangerous for women but if they have practised sufficiently in judo there is no danger.”

Takushoku University's female sumo wrestlers line up in their weight divisions. (Photo: Steve Ferrier)

There are different weight classes in competition and they do not have to build up their bulk.

“They are women,” he said. “They want to lose weight.”

END

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Mice. Doing sumo. That's all you need to know.

In early 2010, the Ghibli Museum in Mitaka, Japan will screen an all-new Ghibli-animated anime short exclusively in its 80-person cinema. The new short was written and planned by Hayao Miyazaki and directed by Akihiko Yamashita, the production director for Ponyo and Gedo Senki.

The short, titled Chuu-Zumou (Mouse Sumo), is a little vignette about an old man (Jii) and woman (Baa) who live in the heart of the mountains. One evening, Jii discovers a place where the mice gather and practice sumo. After finding out that the mice in their house lose all the time at sumo, Jii and Baa try their best to help them out.

The short starts showing on January 3rd, the first day the museum is open after the New Year holiday, and will stop showing on February 28. So, who wants to join me in going to the Ghibli museum next year? I haven’t been yet – though I have been to the Osamu Tezuka museum in Kyoto – and this would be a good excuse to go.

(From Nausicaa.net via AnimeNation)

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