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YOUR HOME IN PRAGUE!

For the occasional longerterm renter in Prague, we have the perfectly placed private, quiet, great apartment that may be for you!

House

 

 

 

 

<- Charles Bridge

 

 

 

 

 

<- The historic Malá strana
Heart of Prague!

It's right in the Malá Strana, the heart of old Prague, right up against a gorgeous park, steps from tram transport to all of the city. Two tramstops to a Hypermarket,Shopping Mall, and 2 Multiplex movies. Walking distance to most of the historic sites.

It's a newly made 5th – floor apartment we own and have fully furnished. Of course there’s an elevator, all the comforts, and a balcony above the trees.

 

 

Living room

 

 

 

 

 

living room

kitchen

 

TV

 

 

a

 

view

Woodsy view

gauc

 

 

bed

 

With a living room, media room, and one bedroom it’s best for a single or a settled couple. It’s in a prime, very-hard-to-get-into location, in the historic heart of Prague. If you’re interested, call or email me. +420-728 558 801
genedeitch@yahoo.com 

 

 



IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF ANOTHER NICE STORY?

In March 2009 a blog appeared on The New Yorker website, commenting on the coming release of Spike Jonze’ feature-length movie of the Maurice Sendak classic children’s book, WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE.

Those who know something of my work will know that I made an animated adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are in the early 1970s, and that it remains a top seller for me in the catalog of Weston Woods/Scholastic.

Among the throngs that DON’T know that I made that film are apparently the editors of The New Yorker. Though I’ve been a faithful subscriber to the magazine since my early adulthood, the editors have understandably avoided knowing anything about me - as the article below plainly attests.

As there was a chance to comment on the article, I assured them that I was indeed alive and well and living in Prague.

A caption on the comment panel clearly advised me that they cannot possibly answer a comment personally…. Of course… Yet only two-days later, I received a delighted note from the author, New Yorker writer, Richard Brody, who indeed seems to have recognized my existence, and who wanted information needed to either go further or to decide that the original New Yorker policy of totally ignoring me was completely justified.

Who knows? But stay tuned, and for goodness sake don’t cancel your Subscription yet to The New Yorker! The item copied below started it all:

Anatomy of an Oscar
Only one person gets the Oscar each year for an animated short film. Of the five films I directed which were nominated for an Oscar, one of them actually won the golden statuette! It was a film titled “MUNRO.” Many people made important, significant contributions to this little 6-minute cartoon film. Here is a list of the actual creators of MUNRO:

Director, and creator of the project: Gene Deitch
Author of the story, dialog, and storyboard: Jules Feiffer
Primary production studio: Gene Deitch Associates, Inc. NewYork
Production Manager: Ken Drake
Layout artist: Al Kouzel
Voice actors: Howard Morris
Seth Deitch
Marie Deitch
Jules Feiffer
Animation & post-production studio: Bratři v triku, Prague
Director: Gene Deitch
Production Manager: Zdenka Najmanová
Animation Director: Václav Bedřich
Animators: Zdenek Smetana
Mirek Kačena
Milan Klikar
Jindřich Barta
Věra Kudrnová

Background Painter: Bohumil Šiška
Music composer and conductor: Štěpán Koníček
Recording Engineer: Karel Jakeš
Sound effects: Gene Deitch
Tony Schwartz

Sound mixer: František Černý
Camera Operator: Zdenka Hajdová
Film Editor: Zdenka Navratilová
Financial backer & Executive Producer: William L. Snyder

Also, there were several assistents, inbetweeners, and cel inkers and painters, contributors who almost never get name credit on short film titles.


SOME FRESH DEITCH PITH:

MEN!!! It’s considered a bad sign if your forget to zip up your fly, but I consider it an even worse sign if you forget to un-zip it!
(From the Gene Deitch vast lore of perpetual wisdom)

I CONSIDER MYSELF TO BE A LOYAL EARTHLING, YET I FEEL NO KINSHIP TO OUR EXOSKELETAL INHABITANTS. CALL IT SPECIESISM, BUT CRABS GIVE ME THE CREEPS, AND BUGS BUG ME. ANY DECENT CREATURE SHOULD HAVE ITS BONES ON THE INSIDE, JUST LIKE US NORMAL FOLKS.



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