A screengrab of InterAksyon.com’s Pinterest account.
(Below is a slightly edited piece I’ve written for a blog that has gone offline for more than a year now and was posted on April 8, 2012 when I was still working for InterAksyon.com.)
The minute I hopped into the taxi cab I knew I was in for a talkfest.
This was because the driver opened his mouth even before he switched on the meter.
And as soon as I was comfy at the back, I could feel his eyes already on me, sizing me up on the rearview mirror, much like a con-artist checking out his mark.
The Bridgestone Radac road bike as photographed by Bernard Testa, who is now its proud owner.
When they turn forty, most men buy sportscars and/or take a more than passing interest in younger women.
But not me.
I had no such cash for the first and no such luck with the second.
After all, money—minus rent, books, and beer (in that order of importance)—was tighter than rush hour traffic on EDSA. [See: More]
From the Grammar Nazi Dept. Edited the third sentence to read “no such luck with the second” from “no such luck for the second.”
File photo of the Zoom H1 used in this podcast.
This is my first formal attempt at a podcast. Next time, I intend to have a guest so that I can sound more animated by putting the guest—whoever he or she is—on the spot.
My former co-worker at InterAksyon.com, Edwin Sallan had a point last year when he posted a tweet about what a selfie really was.
Two thousand thirteen is my banner year for not reading.
Not only have I failed to finish eight books that I set out to read, I think I also forgot to list down all the books I read on that year, a hangover from 2012 when I was unable to assess my year in reading at all. [See: Unfinished Business]
#SHELFIE. My Granta magazines, arguably the largest such collection in the Philippines. But literate frenemies have disputed my claim, which I’m unwilling to give up.
It’s the start of 2014.
It’s time for some people—myself included—to look back and take stock of the books they read the past year.
Except that that’s so last year.
For 2014, I’m doing something different.
The single-speed Bridgestone Hybrid Touring Bike, nicknamed The Fellow Traveler.
Bikes, bikes, bikes, bikes, bikes.
That’s all I care to talk and think about nowadays—bicycles.
The only thing kept in order at the apartment.
I give up.
I’m selling some of my Granta Magazines as shown in these tweets and pictures below.
These are my spare copies and I chose to buy them because I then thought and felt that I, and only I—being a sensitive, kind, and intelligent soul—could appreciate their contents.