The Messenger parked at the office.
The woman wore a light blue mask to cover the tear on her upper lip which doctors had sewn together a few minutes earlier. Her face hit the ground when she was thrown clear from her electric bike, she said. Not only did she skip on wearing a helmet, she also brought along her daughter, who was, fortunately enough, unhurt when they went out for a quick trip to the grocery that rainy Monday night. [See: Biking, Fast and Slow]
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
The Black Swan (the name of the bike) is photographed along Magsaysay Boulevard in Tacloban City last year. The bike and the contents of the bottle are now gone.
Below is a two-minute or so long podcast—a collection of several sound files recorded before Christmas last year—that I recently put together using Audacity for the Mac.
(Downloaded from the Uber Press kit)
(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
Photo by Alden M. Monzon
One morning, I heard my name being called out.
Fortunately, it wasn’t the police.
I wasn’t being arrested. Nor was anyone asking me to wave the white flag, put my hands up, and get some pants on.
(Licensed under Fair use via Wikipedia)
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.