Lamy Pico (lamy.com)
When Lamy, the German pen company, designed the Pico, it didn’t have me in mind. I didn’t fit the demographic.
The Pico, Lamy’s clipless pocket pen, was simple, functional, and expensive; I was complicated (occasionally), useless (generally), and cheap (absolutely).
Shakey’s Pizza Parlor logo from Wikipedia
Beer and pizza always go together.
But not at the Matalino Street, Quezon City branch of Shakey’s Pizza.
That branch always runs out of beer.
Shown is Ceb, the mascot of Cebu Pacific Airlines.
Below is an exchange of tweets posted by a person who uses the Twitter handle, @tagasalog, @CebuPacificAir, and (maestro, music please) myself. From the looks of it, @tagasalog got on a Cebu Pacific flight that got delayed. (I don’t think I’ve met @tagasalog before although he says in one direct message that he hangs out in Quezon City a lot when I asked him his name.)
Ever since I became familiar with Audacity, the free podcasting software available for both the Mac and the PC platforms, I have produced two podcasts, the second of which, as you can see below, is my three-or-so-minute take on Ichi Batacan’s police procedural novel, Smaller and Smaller Circles that has been published by SoHo press in New York this August. Continue reading
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(DISCLAIMER: This is amateur observation, not expert opinion. Any damages incurred involving the use of these tips will be met with token expressions of sympathy and regret, more the first than the second. In other words, caveat emptor, my friend. And thanks for reading.) Continue reading
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So this senior professor fell ill and, without any warning, slipped into a coma.
Days, or perhaps even weeks passed by, and not a peep was heard from him, lying on a hospital bed, kept alive by a machine.
(Only Motherless Brooklyn remains partially unread in the set of books photographed here. I read excerpts of Motherless Brooklyn in a Paris Review issue sometime ago.)
When does a job feel meaningful?
Whenever it allows us to generate delight or reduce suffering in others. Though we are often taught to think of ourselves as inherently selfish, the longing to act meaningfully in our work seems just as stubborn a part of our make-up as our appetite for status or money.
It is because we are meaning-focused animals rather than simply materialistic ones that we can reasonably contemplate surrendering security for a career helping to bring drinking water to rural Malawi or might quit a job in consumer goods for one in cardiac nursing, aware that when it comes to improving the human condition, a well-controlled defiibrillator has the edge over even the finest biscuit.
But we should wary of restricting the idea of meaningful work too tightly, of focusing only on the doctors, the nuns of Kolkata or the Old Masters.
There can be less exalted ways to contribute to the furtherance of the collective good and it seems that making a perfectly formed stripey chocolate circle which helps to fill an impatient stomach in the long hours between nine o’ clock and noon may deserve its own secure, if microscopic place in the pantheon of innovations designed to alleviate the burdens of existence.
— From The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work by Alain de Botton
From the Word Power Made Easy Dept. This same book helped me find a synonym for—of all words— electricity tower, which the British also call pylons. Check out An electricity tower by any other name.