Oh dear, not even SPF 50 could save me. Cirio and I took a walk along the beach, and it was the sunniest day we’ve had so far. My arms below my sleeves now sport a tan. That happened because Vanne, executive directrix and Pillar of the Industry, clucked at me to wear the shirt …
Month: February 2008
It’s the second day of the Kidlat Awards in Boracay. And for the second day, it’s raining. The sun comes out, a brief decoy of hope, and then the clouds move in. The beach looks inviting, nevertheless, and I look enviously at people who remembered to bring jackets, because the wind is chilly and damp. …
Thanks to a friend who’s in Singapore for a conference, my pen will be on its way home in a couple of days. I sent it out for a nib exchange – from a standard fine to a super elastic extra-fine. I can’t wait!
I like cheese. Roquefort, raclette, havarti, emmental and good old cheddar make me happy. Actually, cheese of any kind makes me happy. So tonight it is havarti and a can of Coke Zero. Coke Zero launched today with a newspaper wrap, four or five ful-page sequential ads in the Inquirer and Star and a building …
We’re in the office and we’re not going anywhere soon.
Thanks to Sketchbooks, I discovered Fabriano. They make paper for artists; toothy for pastels and pencils, faintly textured for watercolors, in blocks and sheets. Two years ago, Sketchbooks featured a Fabriano journal, which I bought and set aside for future playtime. I am delighted to report that the paper inside is exceptional, and to have …
Late last year, Nano came over to be with his sister Duende. He had no clothes. And then when he finally obtained said pieces of stitched-together fabric, they came in the shape of a mint-green terry cloth bird suit. So Nano decided to find an ink bottle to sit on. Here he is, perched on …
Thinking about one thing (and the many things that come with it) for three weeks straight nudges you into a fugue, a drunkard’s walk that ends in a slump underneath a streetlamp. I feel this way at the end of every new business pitch. The hyper-concentration drains away with the adrenalin. I am tired and …
has robbed me of punctuation