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25 December 2008
Though I completed this chapter of my pop music autobiography in late September, a few weeks into my first semester at Georgetown, only now in the more apparent denouement of my existential crisis do I feel compelled to write its intentions, framed in the context of two gifts I received in November.
11 November 2008
Some families set their dramas on the stage of a castle, a city apartment, a suburban bungalow. Mine was wed to the four wheels of a 1990 Toyota truck.
5 September 2008
When I came across the packaging for HP’s Pavilion dv6929 laptop, I was stunned. Not for what it is, but because it hadn’t occurred to anybody, myself included, before the year 2008 to actually do this: ship the laptop in a messenger bag.
27 May 2008
Back from a second whirlwind weekend in New York in as many weeks, and there’s a veritable goon squad of deadlines bearing down in the next eleven hours before I leave for Port-au-Prince. Nevertheless, I have a new camera for the trip—93/75 with thundershowers, 6-megapixel sensor and 18-55mm Nikkor kit lens, and the general feeling […]
15 May 2008
Some people want to be dressed their best, laid in silk-lined boxes, covered in dirt, topped with stone. Some want to be frozen, preserved, to see a future that will reanimate the dead. Some want to be incinerated, returned to dust and inertness.
I think this is for me …
25 February 2008
There are very few things that sour my tone to a shade of violent: talking to my mother about money and anybody about the lack of support for a LAMP infrastructure at HIR are the two of those; PC hardware troubleshooting is a third cause of stress, compounded by the data obliteration.
16 January 2008
After discovering tongue-in-groove flooring and having Dave bring his circular saw to my apartment, I now have the beginnings of the baseboard compact disc storage I sketched. It’s neither stained nor bracketed yet, but even as a freestanding configuration of jewel cases and unfinished pine, it’s a marvel of efficiency.
25 April 2006
I took receipt this weekend of another batch of 152 x 216 mm Green Apple notebooks—adhesive-bound this time, but its interior pages are the same thickness and the rule-line color the equivalent grey of its spiral-bound sibling more commonly in my possession. I make this request of travellers from Manila, and I answer to each traveller why of all possible things I have taken advantage of their offer and expense to only lug around a few cheap notebooks (and a reasonable quantity of polvoron and pastillas de leche, natch). The answer is never completely resolved to any of those travellers, for who wants to hear after a substantial international trek the rantings of a paper junkie? I doubt there are many who would wish to know the answer in any condition, though I resolve to publish it here simply to make it known, and less likely, perhaps to stir among my readership a great demand for these notebooks from Filipino travellers to come.
2008 December 25
Though I completed this chapter of my pop music autobiography in late September, a few weeks into my first semester at Georgetown, only now in the more apparent denouement of my existential crisis do I feel compelled to write its intentions, framed in the context of two gifts I received in November.
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