“Taxi, taxi, hotel, hotel, I got the whiskey baby, I got the cigarettes… ” Morphine, corrigible two-string slide bass, maculate sax, Mark Sandman’s voice like someone threw a lit match at a rag dipped in kerosene and honey, welcome back to my playlist. Twinemen just wasn’t the same. I have liked Elbow for some time, …
It’s a rainy gray day.
But oh, how impatient it makes me. I want this season to be over. I wanted last season to be over too, with its shapeless baby doll madness, but it just cascaded into this season, dripping with ruffles. What is the point of women lining up for laser lipo, only to submerge the results in …
I don’t do this very often. Reincarnation is a tricky business. Especially if, technically speaking, you’re still live. I’m dropping wordpress.com and starting over using my own domain. After mucking about with mamp and agitprop (thanks to this tutorial at bioneural.net), I’ve also succeeded in exporting my iBlog entries from 2004 onwards into the WordPress …
Where the dickens am I? Ah. Judging by the strap with the plastic doodad, I am in someone’s carry-on luggage, and will soon be hurtling through the atmosphere at an altitude of 35,000 feet, at the mercy of prosaic flight attendants. It is quite hospitable of Cannes to provide me with the perfect vantage point …
Cannes Next door to Puyricard, purveyors of Provençal chocolate on Rue Belges, in between the Croisette and Rue d’Antibes, is Maison Franco, a well-stocked art supplies shop. Of interest to aspiring calligraphers would be an assortment of nibs, nib holders, notebooks with fine-grade paper (such as the Essential Notebook by L’Atelier du Papier), and Talens’ …
They didn’t book me straight through to Manila at CDG. I should have panicked right then and there. I figured it was just because I’d checked in early. At the transfer counter in Schiphol, a helpful lady with teal eyeliner informed me there were no more seats left on the Amsterdam-Manila flight. Blink. Blink. What? …
Farewell, land of wheat products and cold food. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed food, my food, not these yes-beautiful-but-hollow sandwiches and salads and strips of pancetta on pasta. I want spicy peanuts, adobo and the rogan josh across the street from the office. I want sinigang and green papaya salad and the buta …