Monday, May 14, 2007


Just because I am a storehouse of useless information, it doesn't mean I remember everything. That's why it is important for you, the loyal reader of this BLOG, to remind of the wonderful, entertaining and educational things I've told you down through the I can recycle them and make it look like fresh material to new readers. One of you did, we'll just call him Phil due to my high regard for this source's privacy.

A million years ago I was the owner, director, instructor and janitor of a casino gaming academy here in AC. One of the students, a gentleman 20+ years older than me named Azamat, ( from a country with the suffix Stan), would always call me, "Meesta Stu."

The first three thousand times I chose not to correct him until I finally said, "Azamat, this is an informal place, you don't have to call me mister...and my name isn't Stu, it's Steve."
To which he responded, "Okay Meesta Stu."

With that in mind, another student from my school became a dealer at the now defunct Sands Casino. When he got his name-tag, he couldn't understand why so many people snickered and/or laughed in his face.
So he asked a friend of mine, "Why do people think my name is funny?"
My friend said, "Because in this country, dung is another word for shit."
The next day Dung's new name-tag read: TONY.

The point of all this is, most of us take the adjustments that foreigners make to fit-in here for granted. Certainly if we were living in an environment where little English was spoken, we'd all struggle one way or another. And if we were suddenly relocated to Finland, Madagascar or Nepal and found out our name had a seriously negative connotation, we, like Dung, would at least change our name-tag too.

That brings us to the above average spy movie from 1966, "THE QUILLER MEMORANDUM." I wanted to see it on Turner Classic Movies (TCM) but missed the showing. So I checked it out in my giant book of movies , "THE GOLDEN VIDEO RETRIEVER," and then got additional info from the "INTERNET MOVIE DATABASE "web-site.

This film starred George Segal and had Max Von Sydow, Senta Berger and some other noteworthy performers. But what I can't figure out is why the guy who was billed eighth as; Oktober's man with pipe...never changed his name.

So I did further research to be sure there wasn't a typo. What I found was, that the spelling was correct and that this actor had quite prolific list of screen credits, mostly from his native Austria. However, in all the ensuing years, you would have thought that his agent or publicist or any English speaking person who liked him, would have mentioned that there is a definite reason why Herbert Fux is not a household name.

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