This picture is a bit late. Kasi naman, late din na-post sa Facebook ni Nats. Anyway, it was a rare occurrence to have our dads together in one picture. :-D.Saturday, February 23, 2008
Family!
This picture is a bit late. Kasi naman, late din na-post sa Facebook ni Nats. Anyway, it was a rare occurrence to have our dads together in one picture. :-D.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
From "OIL" by Upton Sinclair
The following is the first paragraph from "Oil" by Upton Sinclair (Copyright 1926), the book that inspired the movie "There Will Be Blood" starring perennial grand-slammer Daniel Day-Lewis. This story is about a father, the conflict between his dream and his son, and the damaging consequences of his choices. Enjoy...
The road ran, smooth and flawless, precisely fourteen feet wide, the edges trimmed as if by shears, a ribbon of grey concrete, rolled out over the valley by a giant hand. The ground went in long waves, a slow ascent and then a sudden dip; you climbed, and went swiftly over—but you had no fear, for you knew the magic ribbon would be there, clear of obstructions, unmarred by bump or scar, waiting the passage of inflated rubber wheels revolving seven times a second. The cold wind of morning whistled by, a storm in motion, a humming and roaring with ever-shifting overtones; but you sat snug behind, a tilted wind-shield, which slid the gale up over your head. Sometimes you liked to put your hand up, and feel the cold impact; sometimes you would peer around the side of the shield, and let the torrent hit your forehead, and toss your hair about. But for the most part you felt silent and dignified—because that was Dad’s way, and Dad’s way constituted the ethics of motoring...
The road ran, smooth and flawless, precisely fourteen feet wide, the edges trimmed as if by shears, a ribbon of grey concrete, rolled out over the valley by a giant hand. The ground went in long waves, a slow ascent and then a sudden dip; you climbed, and went swiftly over—but you had no fear, for you knew the magic ribbon would be there, clear of obstructions, unmarred by bump or scar, waiting the passage of inflated rubber wheels revolving seven times a second. The cold wind of morning whistled by, a storm in motion, a humming and roaring with ever-shifting overtones; but you sat snug behind, a tilted wind-shield, which slid the gale up over your head. Sometimes you liked to put your hand up, and feel the cold impact; sometimes you would peer around the side of the shield, and let the torrent hit your forehead, and toss your hair about. But for the most part you felt silent and dignified—because that was Dad’s way, and Dad’s way constituted the ethics of motoring...
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Tough Love
"I don't think she (Amy Winehouse) should have won (in the Grammys). I think it sends a bad message to our young people who are trying to get into this business, the ones who are trying to do it right and really trying to keep themselves together...
We have to stop rewarding bad behavior."
- Natalie Cole. read more
- Natalie Cole. read more
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Your Word Vs. Mine
Please please spare us the lies vs. the half-truths. We can't believe just anyone anymore.At the end of noisy days like this, nobody wins and an entire nation's time is wasted paying attention. No wonder we'd rather watch 30-second-spot bickerings on Telebabad and Primetime Bida. The ongoing network wars are more fun. And better written too.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Papogian na lang
Bayani vs. Binay for President?
Papogian na lang.
Same sentiment goes for all those in this freakshow.
They're all cut from the same mold anyway.
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