My year or so in biking to work

The Black Swan (left) with electric jeeps in Tacloban. (Photo by Reina Garcia/iCSC)

The Black Swan (left) with electric jeeps in Tacloban. (Photo by Reina Garcia/iCSC)

(This blog entry is being written as part of a 30-day blogging challenge which I read about in the blog of Om Malik, the founder of GigaOm. [See: 30 days of blogging] I posted the blog link on one of my social media accounts and challenged my friends to do the same. Thanks to my undisputed popularity, none of my Facebook friends have so far accepted the challenge. However, a few hours after my status update, Jun Verzola, a former co-worker at GMANews.TV posted a link to a blog of his own about—unsurprisingly enough—blogging, which he wrote about early this year. [See: Blogging is writing is breathing] If you want to join me in the 30 day blogging challenge, please leave a comment below or tag me on Twitter and use the hashtag #30daysofblogging so we can promote it together.)  Continue reading

Bad fiction and the BRP Benguet

Photographed while docked at Sangley Point in Cavite, the BRP Benguet is one of the world's oldest ships that is commissioned for service.

Photographed while docked at Sangley Point in Cavite, the BRP Benguet is one of the world’s oldest ships that is commissioned for service.

(Apologies for late posting.)

SANGLEY POINT, Cavite—Just about the oldest item I ever owned was a 1940s Parker Blue Diamond Vacumatic whose barrel and cap was colored with black and lime-green stripes.

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I went to Dumaguete and brought home a yoga mat

Edges of yoga mats made on Apo Island are specially designed, making them more flexible than regular mats. (AC Dimatatac)

Edges of yoga mats made on Apo Island are specially designed, making them more flexible than regular mats. (Photo by AC Dimatatac)

ORIGINALLY, I wanted to title this piece, “I went to Dumaguete and all I got was a crummy yoga mat.”

It was funny but untrue; an exaggeration.

After all, the yoga mat wasn’t crummy—it is a product of a tradition that, if left unsupported, will die and wither away like careers of certain pseudo-professionals such as, for instance, myself.

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