Well, you heard the news. Moz is coming to Manila in May. I listened to Vauxhall and I a while ago and was beholden by these beautiful lines from "The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get," as always: Beware/ I bear more grudges than lonely high court judges/ When you sleep I will creep into your thoughts / Like a bad debt that you can't pay/ Take the easy way and give in.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Cloud Catalog #5.
Ayn sent me this gif and I am compelled to share it with you. /furrythomdancingiloveyou
Cloud Catalog #4.
I watched the Oscars while revising some articles yesterday. Billy Crystal lost his charm; his quips didn't even have an inch of wit in them. The show was unsurprisingly predictable, too, with Hugo sweeping the technical categories and The Artist the main prizes. Funny that it's so easy for most people to lash at The Artist. Really? You say all that during and after the awards ceremony? Makes you smart and cool being on the other side, eh? If it didn't win, I bet you'd even gloat, right? Pfft. Kids. Looking back, there weren't too many good foreign movies last year. Most of them were okay. Nothing like Certified Copy or Another Year. Or maybe I haven't seen enough. Which reminds me: Geez, I hope I didn't sound like Bret Easton Ellis, commenting on this kind of stuff like a bitter old chap.
Cloud Catalog #2.
After a morning of unfortunate commute, I stopped by the church and wondered what to say. I walked away in the middle of a worship song.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Oca.
Sean Connery, Michael Caine, and Roger Moore: what a league of classy gentlemen. And how fitting that another gallant British accepts the award they present? Kevin Kline and his 'tache! That sexy voice!
Rumor Has It - Adele
Sunday, February 19, 2012
BP.
"Again, don't waste your energy trying to educate or change opinions. Go "Over!" Under! Through!" and opinions will change organically when you're the boss. Or they won't. Who cares?
"Do your thing and don't care if they like it."
- Bossypants, Tina Fey, p. 145
Friday, February 17, 2012
Random Radiohead stuff.
Where's In Rainbows?
I love you, Stanley Donwood!
Releeease meee... releeease meee...
Lotus Flower anniversary!
Week 1
Valentine's special
Week 2 Little by Little - Radiohead
Help!
I need some cash to make a huge dream come true, so if you have any spare coins or bills, please donate to my Radiohead Trust Fund. Will be put to good use, of course! And will love you back immensely! Help me fill up this tumbler by July! Yay.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Kuwentong basahan.
Bale may kuwento ako tungkol sa isa sa mga unang bagay na ginawa ko nang magsimula ang taon.
Isang hapon nag-aayos ako ng mga damit sa aparador nang may mapansin akong T-shirt na may kakatwang alaala. Noong nakaraang taon ito nangyari. Mga panahong nakikitulog ako sa apartment niya dahil gusto ko siya makasama. Baon ko yung damit na yun. Nasa kanila ako hanggang Linggo kaya nagbaon ako ng dalawa o tatlong extra T-shirt. Nung nagpaalam ako para umuwi, hindi sinasadyang naiwan ko yung damit na yun sa closet niya. Nakalimutan ko, tas hindi rin niya napansin.
Tas isang gabi nagtext siya sa akin tungkol sa naturang damit. Sabi niya, "Chard, damit mo ata tong suot ko. Haha." At saka ko naalala. Siyempre sabi ko ayos lang, bilang halos magkakatawan lang naman kami at wala namang kaso yung ganung bagay. Suot niya yung damit kong yun nang pumunta siya ng Cubao X. Hindi ko na maalala kung anong event, pero dumiretso daw siya dun dahil nalulungkot siya. Hindi ko siya masamahan dahil may tinatapos akong trabaho.
So ayun na. Nung nagkita kami kinalaunan, isinauli niya yung T-shirt. Bagong laba. Mabango. Inamoy-amoy ko pa.
Ilang linggo o buwan ang nakalipas nagkakalabuan na kami. Dahil may angkin akong talento sa pananaliksik, napag-alaman ko ang isang mahalagang detalye. Nung gabing yun sa Cubao na suot niya yung T-shirt ko, kasama niya yung nobyo niya ngayon. Paano ko nalaman? May picture sila. Siya, suot ang damit ko, nakangiti sa tabi nung lalaki. Ngiting-ngiti. Ang saya saya ni kuya.
Nakakatawa lang. Seryosong tawa. Nakita ko yun nung panahong galit ako at nakadagdag siya sa bigat ng mga nangyari. Pag galit ako natatawa ako. Pag malungkot ako natatawa rin ako. May sayad lang. Pero ayun, natawa ako na naiyak. Siyempre rational naman akong tao. Walang malisya yun nung nangyari siya. Pero pag naiisip ko, hmm..hindi rin. Minsan hindi ako naniniwala sa pagbibigay ng benefit of the doubt.
Alam niyo ano nangyari nung hapong yun habang nag-aayos ako ng mga damit sa aparador?
Bale kinuha ko yung damit at ginawang basahan. Nandun siya sa pinto ng kuwarto ko ngayon. Sanay na ako sa existence niya. Tinatapakan ko tuwing pumapasok at lumalabas. Ang lakas niya makagaan ng loob. Araw-araw ko siyang tinatapakan. Araw-araw ko ring naalala na wala siyang halaga.
At ikinasisiya ko ang bagay na ito. :)
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Beau du jour.
JAMIE BELL I LOVE YOU FOR EVER AND EVER AND EVER. BRB DYING
YES, YOU!
YES! YES! Morning Bell - Radiohead
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Elemental.
I stand by my list two years ago and say that this is still the finest album from the last decade. Kid A is by all means groundbreaking, but it can go ahead and suck a lemon.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Dear Modern Family.
Congratulations! Thanks for the wonderful distraction!
Getting old?
I started watching How I Met Your Mother sometime in 2008 or 2009 when I was still working at Alliance. I'm pretty sure it's because of Neil Patrick Harris, whom I've loved since Doogie Howser days. I enjoyed the first and second seasons, most of which I watched on my iPod before I went to sleep. The show was light, not the type of comedy that would make you think about profound things and the like. Plus, it has a cool soundtrack. The song in the opening credits is pretty nice. And once, they used "This Modern Love" to close an episode.
It's sometime after the fourth season when I got a little disinterested in it. Perhaps because I changed work, so it took me a while to catch up on it or I was listening to lots of albums and watching tons of movies that I stopped being a TV series fanatic. You know, addiction wanes when something is big enough to eclipse it. Anyway, late last year I started on the fifth season and finished watching the finale a while ago. It's kinda underwhelming but I expected that. I still love the gang, though at times they become very boring and repetitive and unfunny, mostly because of the writing. It's just not as tight as the first and second season anymore. I'm thinking of putting off watching the sixth season because I got loads of series to feast on. Yay, thanks to Sani. But for now: SLEEP.
*written sometime last week, forgot to post due to laziness (what's new)
Like a Bose.
Been wearing this pair of jeans for three weeks now. I checked my cabinet and apparently I have plenty of new ones to wear. SO WHY AM I SO LAZY TO TOSS THIS ONE INTO THE LAUNDRY BASKET???
Thursday, January 26, 2012
In the Frozen Reaches.
The Idea
by Mark Strand
for Nolan Miller
For us, too, there was a wish to possess
Something beyond the world we knew, beyond ourselves,
Beyond our power to imagine, something nevertheless
In which we might see ourselves; and this desire
Came always in passing, in waning light, and in such cold
That ice on the valley’s lakes cracked and rolled,
And blowing snow covered what earth we saw,
And scenes from the past, when they surfaced again,
Looked not as they had, but ghostly and white
Among false curves and hidden erasures;
And never once did we feel we were close
Until the night wind said, “Why do this,
Especially now? Go back to the place you belong;”
And there appeared , with its windows glowing, small,
In the distance, in the frozen reaches, a cabin;
And we stood before it, amazed at its being there,
And would have gone forward and opened the door,
And stepped into the glow and warmed ourselves there,
But that it was ours by not being ours,
And should remain empty. That was the idea.
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