bookman's alley in evanston
on damen avenue
one of the more popular borders in chicago, second to flagship store on michigan avenue.
ang ganda! sana makarating din ako diyan. ...
a gift from pinas. woohoo!
maligayang bati, eugene! :-D sana tuloy ang masaya, productive at successful mong lifestyle sa pagsapit ng bagong dekada.
salamat sa pagupload ng maraming pix ng san agustin church at museum at hong kong, ang gaganda! yes, idealistic pa rin tingin ko sa manila, walang squatters, basurang nakakalat, traffic, pollution, stray animals, mga batang nagtitinda ng sampaguita't diyaryo - pero siya pa rin ang sentro ng aking lahat.
o di ba. "center of everything." hehehe.
maraming salamat sa lahat. nakakabilib ang iyong pagbantay sa lahat ng bago o mabuti tungkol sa literatura. natutuwa akong kahit superdecorated ka nang manunulat, tanda pa rin sa iyo ang mga importante sa buhay. sana magenjoy ka ngayong araw ng kaarawan mo. happy birthday!
this is emanuel, one of my oldest friends who now lives in los angeles.
after touring chicago's second tallest building, we went to the signature room - two floors about the observatory deck. but at that height you can barely see anything you recognize on the ground anymore. ahahaha.
from inside the outdoor observation deck.
wow, shopping! ahahaha. one of the stores we like is abercrombie & fitch. even if they shamelessly sport sweatshops. boo. ...
from the outside... i should have asked him to step one step to the right... or left... nevermind. ahaha -
happy birthday, em! 34 ain't bad. :-)
(sorry ha, ito lang pix ko for now. but i'll upload the rest soon.)
is to patch
needed to patch
under filmsy wraps.
ok... no more fruitcake with red bull, pineapple juice, ice, that absolut thingy, karaoke...
it was at this party that i started hiccuping. it was either laughing, the pineapple juice, the chips and french onion dip, or the rice and spicy chicken. i dunno...
this is a prehousewarming... andy says he'll have something more
sane formal later this year. just keep on calling him, ahahaha -
the first-ever asian american journalists association meeting with chicago ethnic media - most of which was filipino media!
|saturday, april 22|
author: F. Sionil Jose
details: please read all 352 pages
publisher: Modern Library
time: 6:30 p.m.
venue: anna and nina rosete's apartment, 345 N. LaSalle, Suite 4504, Chicago, IL 60610. again, please let anna know you are going.
saturday, may 20
selection: DON VICENTE: Two Novels (Tree and My Brother, My Executioner)
author: F. Sionil Jose
details: this book is two novels in one. please read the section, TREE.
length (both novels): 448 pages
Publisher: Modern Library
time: 6:30 p.m.
venue: Sweet Table, 3056 N. Lincoln Ave., Chicago. 773-549-4188. don't worry if you don't have extra cash - we'll let you eat our leftovers. just kidding. hehehe.
i'm really grateful for all the support! sweet table's owner said he's going to close the restaurant at 7 p.m. and we can stay there all night if we want; let's not. ahahaha. we might not be invited back. let's just crash at the hamlin house or at anna's house after, ahahaha. ...
rally against the war in iraq, march 18 2k6.
near the ogden school yard in downtown, police in riot gear. yes, and our flagpoles can really be as easily swung as their sticks.
and so we laughed about it even though we knew it there was something kinna silly in doing so.
walking to get something to eat before the march.
short girl needs to grow!
marching proper to michigan avenue: choosing which chant to yell first
it was dark on the gold coast
marching proper on michigan avenue. wow... tall buildings.
we made it to daley plaza!
going all out. thanks, eliza!
at an early open mic at sala cafe, 2005
bringing bamboo to the second city.
with bagwis at a pintig filipino open mic at jinx cafe.
with bagwis at a pintig open mic at hoghead mcdunna's.
pintig's christmas fundraiser. "pasko na, sinta ko..." that venue in suburban... niles i think it was... is a popular filipino event venue.
candles on cookies. it's so obvious. hehehe.
happy birthday, je! thanks for all you've done for the community thus far - singing at the open mics at a hat's drop, volunteering for pintig, the awesome way you've brought bamboo, parokya ni edgar, and yes, i've forgotten the others coz i'm dense like that, but that means so damned much to me!
nakakatuwang memoryado mo yung buong kid's lit tape na padala sa yo ng daddy mo! ahahahaha! grabe, gulat kami. ahahaha.
salamat sa lahat ng kuntribusyon, at sana wag kang magsawa. maligayang, maligayang bati - you deserve no less.
annagirl's bday at maggiano's. woohoo!
coz it was her birthday, and we were laughing althroughout dinner, maggiano's decided to compliment us with drinks on the house. so this is my cappuccino and the free drink was sambuca... sambuco... grappa... paint thinner... gasoline... whatever.
so satisfied, that the myths started emerging -
the stories started spilling -
the legends -
the epics -
and the sagas. happy birthday, anna!
i participated in the nighttime city anti-war rally because i've witnessed the work community organizations like chicago antiwar and not in my name have gone through to secure a permit for organizations to march on michigan avenue. my clear goal was to support the first amendment cause. but i learned so many great things along the way. yes, it was a festival. but its importance is way more than my skill to describe here. bystanders lined sidewalks and peered from hotel and business windows, some cheering, some jeering.
shortly after war was declared in afghanistan and iraq, protestors gathered for an impromptu rally at federal plaza and denounced president bush's decision to invade iraq.
they took to the streets which eventually spilled into lake shore drive.
many friends of mine can tell you how irresponsible they consider protestors to let their grief spill onto the highway, inconveniencing them by costing them three to four more hours warming their car seats as they sat in traffic.
i would like to think that people who said that can't help being irked because at that time, they needed to go to the bathroom. and they were stuck in traffic.
police were waiting for protestors on the corner of michigan avenue and pearson. protestors decided to call it a night at around 10 p.m. at that corner. some protestors realized what was going on, and dispersed immediately. the curious ones witnessed how police in riot gear formed a square in the middle of the two streets' intersection and form a... corral.
police started arresting protestors. another one of my friends was arrested that day. i found out through her roommate. she did not elaborate, and i didn't prod further, after all, it was our friends' story. i could ask her some other time if i want. but i don't think i should.
i was working in the office that night, and was fielding phone calls flooding our newsroom. after the third call, you can't help but notice something's wrong when the person you're talking to on the phone is describing what's happening on TV.
it turns out that a radio station had read a report of ours that was written so ambiguously that it could mean that the protestors are starting to beat police officers, that's why police are forced to form an enclosure and make arrests - because any one of those protestors could start a fight.
i think we have at least three reporters out on the street that night. they were calling back things that they saw. it could be that a reporter saw police arresting a zealous protestor, fighting police, his friends fighting with him. it could be that there was just that one fight that caused police to form the enclosure and scaring other protestors.
i think that's the case because at another rally - i think just last year - police almost escorted anti-war demonstrators down state street to, if i remember it right, daley plaza. from a media video from the air, the demonstration looked like a walking rectangle down state street.
my friends and i left saturday's protest at 8:30 p.m. it was our first anti-war rally and march. protestors took the entire of michigan avenue southbound, three lanes of traffic.
a rally serves many purposes. this one helped me understand (war) issues more clearly. it was different than just telling a friend how demonstrations could be the fastest way to get information about issues.
at least four people asked what flag i was carrying. it was the only flag of its kind in the rally - earlier, i joked with friends that it was the only philippine flag in the entire city, and i might be right about that. i wonder if you could see blue over red from ten stories up. i wonder what the march looked like from the air.
it's 1962 March 28th
I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
night is falling
I never knew I liked
night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain
I don't like
comparing nightfall to a tired bird
I didn't know I loved the earth
can someone who hasn't worked the earth love it
I've never worked the earth
it must be my only Platonic love
and here I've loved rivers all this time
whether motionless like this they curl skirting the hills
European hills crowned with chateaus
or whether stretched out flat as far as the eye can see
I know you can't wash in the same river even once
I know the river will bring new lights you'll never see
I know we live slightly longer than a horse but not nearly as long as a crow
I know this has troubled people before
and will trouble those after me
I know all this has been said a thousand times before
and will be said after me
I didn't know I loved the sky
cloudy or clear
the blue vault Andrei studied on his back at Borodino
in prison I translated both volumes of War and Peace into Turkish
I hear voices
not from the blue vault but from the yard
the guards are beating someone again
I didn't know I loved trees
bare beeches near Moscow in Peredelkino
they come upon me in winter noble and modest
beeches are Russian the way poplars are Turkish
"the poplars of Izmir
losing their leaves. . .
they call me The Knife. . .
lover like a young tree. . .
I blow stately mansions sky-high"
in the Ilgaz woods in 1920 I tied an embroidered linen handkerchief
to a pine bough for luck
I never knew I loved roads
even the asphalt kind
Vera's behind the wheel we're driving from Moscow to the Crimea
formerly "Goktepé ili" in Turkish
the two of us inside a closed box
the world flows past on both sides distant and mute
I was never so close to anyone in my life
bandits stopped me on the red road between Bolu and Geredé
when I was eighteen
apart from my life I didn't have anything in the wagon they could take
and at eighteen our lives are what we value least
I've written this somewhere before
wading through a dark muddy street I'm going to the shadow play
a paper lantern leading the way
maybe nothing like this ever happened
maybe I read it somewhere an eight-year-old boy
going to the shadow play
Ramazan night in Istanbul holding his grandfather's hand
his grandfather has on a fez and is wearing the fur coat
with a sable collar over his robe
and there's a lantern in the servant's hand
and I can't contain myself for joy
flowers come to mind for some reason
poppies cactuses jonquils
in the jonquil garden in Kadikoy Istanbul I kissed Marika
fresh almonds on her breath
I was seventeen
my heart on a swing touched the sky
I didn't know I loved flowers
friends sent me three red carnations in prison
I just remembered the stars
I love them too
whether I'm floored watching them from below
or whether I'm flying at their side
I have some questions for the cosmonauts
were the stars much bigger
did they look like huge jewels on black velvet
or apricots on orange
did you feel proud to get closer to the stars
I saw color photos of the cosmos in Ogonek magazine now don't
be upset comrades but nonfigurative shall we say or abstract
well some of them looked just like such paintings which is to
say they were terribly figurative and concrete
my heart was in my mouth looking at them
they are our endless desire to grasp things
seeing them I could even think of death and not feel at all sad
I never knew I loved the cosmos
snow flashes in front of my eyes
both heavy wet steady snow and the dry whirling kind
I didn't know I liked snow
I never knew I loved the sun
even when setting cherry-red as now
in Istanbul too it sometimes sets in postcard colors
but you aren't about to paint it that way
I didn't know I loved the sea
except the Sea of Azov
or how much
I didn't know I loved clouds
whether I'm under or up above them
whether they look like giants or shaggy white beasts
moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeois
I like it
I didn't know I liked rain
whether it falls like a fine net or splatters against the glass my
heart leaves me tangled up in a net or trapped inside a drop
and takes off for uncharted countries I didn't know I loved
rain but why did I suddenly discover all these passions sitting
by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
is it because I lit my sixth cigarette
one alone could kill me
is it because I'm half dead from thinking about someone back in Moscow
her hair straw-blond eyelashes blue
the train plunges on through the pitch-black night
I never knew I liked the night pitch-black
sparks fly from the engine
I didn't know I loved sparks
I didn't know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty
to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train
watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return
19 April 1962
open mic in the summer
ed, je, steve and d
getting ready to jam
je. d. ciso.
'one hundred years' at the final open mic, nobyembre, 2005.
making an announcement
walong mata... happy birthday, d! :-D
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