Day 1

After traveling for about a day, I'm finally in New York. I arrived this morning, and as soon as I got off the plane, my stomach growling for something solid, I got myself my old breakfast habit of bagel and cream cheese. It felt good. It felt good seeing the skyline from the highway from JFK. It felt good coming down Williamsburgh and running straight into the Lower East Side.

We swung up over to the west, and I finally got dropped off at Lia's place. I looked out her window, and I saw the park and the buildings over on the east side. I took a shower, put on some new clothes, and headed to the comic convention with Ramon and Neva. It wasn't my scene but it was great seeing the art work appreciated by solid fans.

Still, I left them there, and not wanting to crash, I got a Redbull and headed over to Union Square. I dropped by the huge Barnes and Noble just to see if it was still the same. It is. I dropped by the big Virgin store on the other end of Union Square, the one with the huge digital clock. They're going out of business and everything is on sale. Even the store fixtures are being sold.

Strand, over at 12th and Broadway, provided a sharp contrast to the sadness that was the Virgin store. The aisles were full and the lines were long. I love Strand, with it's musty smell of old books. I just went to see how the place looked but ended up spending over a hundred bucks on two books. I've been looking for these two because they were books I've always wanted to own. They had fifteen bucks slashed off their list prices, and these were new condition, hard-to-finds. I swear. Anyway, I now own Todd Hido's House Hunting, and Alec Soth's NIAGARA. And that's the last of my purchases. In New York at least.

Right now, I'm back at Lia's place. Ramon and Neva are probably still at MoCCA, and Lia and Ling are at the park for Frisbee. I have the place to myself, and I'm trying hard not to zonk out. I like that in a city like New York, you can still find lots of places for some solitude and quiet. That's how great this city is. I'm glad I still know it, and it knows me. It's been five years, but it's like I never left.

Anders Linden

This is great stuff by Anders Linden, who I found through The Best Part.

Pasalubong is a dreaded word for me. It means heavier, bulkier luggage. It connotes obligation that, when missed, begins a vicious cycle that involves, at different points, sulking and even more pasalubong. It may be that I'm young that way, ignorant and insensitive to this time-honored tradition. Or maybe it's because I've never been the gift-giver. I'm just happy to see people who I hope are happy to see me. No need for a token exchange of, er, tokens.

Still, hard-nosed as I try to be, I usually end up as a perpetuator of the cycle, a bearer of pasalubong. Usually shopped at the last minute, like tonight, as I passed by Ralph's to get cartons of cigs for a friend and cousin. I can't blame them, even I can't believe how much cheaper it is here.

Anyway. I think pasalubong is very telling of the Filipino psyche. It goes back to the 70's/80's when we could only get a taste of America from the PX store. We needed others to bring home the good stuff. And the others, who forsook friends, family and country for greener pastures, had to have something to show for all that. Pride, loss of face, guilt play into the whole thing, contributing to the whole soap opera that is our society.

Also, it's the 21st century. When my mom wanted to pack the freakin' bidet my uncle wanted, I told her we can ship things nowadays. Or these things could be ordered online. I was told that that was easier said than done. What the old folks can't fathom is that while it's still easier to say than do, the doing isn't as difficult as it used to. (As a side note, is there actually anything that's easier to do than say?)

Sigh. Anyway, my luggage is stuffed. I'm actually editing now. In goes the gourmet tuyo, out goes a couple of my t-shirts. The cycle continues. I just want to see you all, and I hope you want to see me too.

lunch with dad

Pa: Your little sister is into the Eraserheads.
Me: What?
Pa: I mean Sponge Bob!

Pa: What's that cartoon family like the Flintstones? They're all yellow.
Me: You mean The Simpsons?

I'm a grown man now, so every time we lunch out, I get the check. For dessert.

Denis Dailleux

Denis Dailleux photos can be seen as exotic. But exotic used to mean a good thing, as it still does to me. It takes you to a different place, sparks your imagination, and all that. That's good for us.

Anyway, more importantly, I like how these photos are both raw and classical, fresh and nostalgic, quiet and yet very alive. Very, very interesting.

H/T: Feature Shoot.