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]
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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.
I hate to say this because it sounds so grand and affected but this book has changed my life.
Edgar (not his real name) knew he was too old to be scolded for bad behavior.
This was because the 70-year-old retired businessman, who also happened to smoke cheap menthol cigarettes, was considerate enough to respond to my attempts at small talk even though the social gesture—the sheer activity itself—was disallowed.
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
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 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.
TWO thousand eleven is the same as 2010 and the year before that.
That’s as far as the number of books I’ve read is concerned.
For the past three years, I’ve read 28 books annually, failing to meet my goal of finishing 30 books a year. My record year still is 2008, when I read 30++ books, including comics, short novels, and a New Yorker issue cover to cover.