Still Ticking

That there is my trusted iPod Shuffle (which I would never exchange for any other iPod nor iPhone). Tossed around, sat on, thrown against walls. Drilled too. Still works. Though after the electric drilling, only on "mono". Thanks to the Dynex USB earphones, it is better than new, producing deep and full stereo sound. Goodbye crappy iPod earphones!!

Storm Princess

The Internet is slow, both the connection and the action. New music has filled my days again, Emm's CD came in a couple of days ago. Pure, poetic, hot, hard, stinging, and deeply personal. Edgy. Sharp, razor sharp. It has not left the player since. Canada is lucky, the Philippines could only hope.

Little Popot has been raiding my paper stock. She starts off creating simple works of art. Beautiful, bright, sunny. Fit for walls. She gets bored quickly and turns everything into wild collages, of media and approaches. What comes up are irregularly folded, colored, filled with doodles and random words, almost crumpled pieces. Totally chaotic, almost trashed. Angry? Soon she gets tired of it and moves on. To toys, dolls, anything. Anything to be messed up. It is amazing, and a wonder.

Vintage Love

Words, sometimes, they do fail.

Puff Fiction

Like always, I have been bumming around the house, getting fatter by the minute, still waiting for "my box" to arrive. I finished my sixth cream puff, another product of my wife's ninja baking skills, and was humming Sydney Forrest's Once In A Blue Moon, missing the wife who is going to be away again starting tomorrow night. The baked goodies are so good they almost drove me to tears.



I did ask the wifey to come up with 600 pieces for when she is away. All I got was a laugh.

Beautiful People

Just finished watching "Beautfiul People", a film written and directed by Bosnian Jasmin Dizdar. It was light and heavy at the same time. (Yes, that is possible.) The harsh reality of life is indeed comical sometimes. If your head is not screwed on correctly all you would do is laugh. The 1999 movie about a bunch of people in Britain that were being affected by the war in the Balkans and the influx of Bosnians, Croats and Serbs reminded me of "my team" from the late 80s and early 90s.

Most know that I am more of an international ball fan than an NBA fan. (I do not even follow the NBA anymore). I like players and teams that give more weight on thinking and execution rather than on athleticism. My team would have given The Dream Team better competition, and could have beaten them. "Could" because the only Dream Team had players with high basketball IQ as well - Bird, Magic, Stockton, Jordan, Robinson. But this entry is not about basketball, it is about life, and here is something related, an exceptional article written in 1996 - Prisoners Of War.

Is it Christmas yet?

All I can do now is look. This is one battle that I might have some trouble winning, although I have already passed up on a couple of really nice pairs - a Nike Air Challenge LWP and a Nike Air Bound. I promised my wife I will "retire" from buying sneakers after I got another pair last month. It is a good thing nothing to my liking has come out recently. Bad thing is that there are always vintage stuff floating around. I guess my wife will be happy for the next eight months, then, it is Christmas, and there is no better time to "unretire". But, of course, everything depends on whether or not there is anything out there that is worthy of being copped. Someone should be praying that that something does not come up early. LOL.

Flower Child

Burn your bras.


Peace. ;)