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
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.
The Black Swan in front of the BRP Benguet at the Tacloban port.
TACLOBAN CITY–The Black Swan–that’s the bike I brought to Tacloban in May, which is named after the book I finished reading (for the third time) while onboard the BRP Benguet just last week–will stay in the Eastern Visayas capital, owing to popular demand.
Parked at the Bohol Bike Shop in Tacloban City.
TACLOBAN–The Black Swan–the bike, not the typhoon–goes to Tacloban City.
And by Black Swan, I mean the book by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, not the movie nor the Curb Your Enthusiasm episode, which by the way is the funniest episode of the series ever.
The anthology I brought—and read—during the recent trip to Baguio City.
No question about it: Victory Liner’s Manila-Baguio deluxe trips are one of the best transportation deals in town.
The Black Swan—an Anchor-branded Bridgestone touring bike—photographed on a footbridge along Commonwealth Avenue.
The Biking Gods must be crazy.
If not, they’ve certainly been passive-aggressive.
Because that’s exactly how I feel about them nowadays.
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.