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...actor in question is Dana Marschz - his last name is nearly unpronounceable, just the first reason he has trouble getting jobs - and he is played by the English comedian Steve Coogan with the lank hair, toothy smile and blithe sweetness that recall Tiny Tim, the eccentric ukuleleist of the '60s. Coogan has been everywhere lately, starring in little movies (A Cock and Bull Story: Tristram Shandy) and guesting in bigger ones. He had a brief, explosive turn as the director in Tropic Thunder, and he's popped up in Finding Amanda, Hot Fuzz, Marie Antoinette, Night at the Museum...
Fatima thinks it was her daughter Zabeen's beautiful smile that attracted the child stealer. Playing outside the tea shop near their home in the north Chennai suburb of Washermanpet, with only her four-year-old brother watching, the bright two-year-old was an easy target. While Fatima popped around the corner to the market, Zabeen was bundled into a motorized rickshaw and vanished into the mass of humanity that swirls through the city's squalid alleyways and slums...
...board. Once he saw he won, he didn't exactly lighten up; only Phelps could break a world record with a time of 1:52.03, and still look ticked. It wasn't fast enough. On the medal stand, between his butterfly race and relay, Phelps still refused to smile. You can't really blame him - he had another race in less than 15 minutes. Hurry up with the anthems already...
Sometimes you don't. I would tell customers, You're out of line. When people were abysmally out of line, I would sometimes try to use humor and say something like, "Did you forget your meds today?" And sometimes you just have to smile your way through it. Half the time we're savaging the customers. We're verbally abusing the customers in the back, and then we walk out and plaster a smile on our faces. Two seconds earlier we were describing them in very vulgar terms. I was once called the rudest waiter in the neighborhood...
...language I don’t yet significantly understand, maybe their customs are something I have to work to emulate, but the things that matter aren’t different at all. The lines highlighting my host mother’s mouth suggest my own mom’s smile, and the hands of the shepherd’s wife remind me of my grandmother’s. As my Chinese lags far behind proficient, the facial expressions and gestures that I rely on for communication cross all kinds of international boundaries...