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In Uncategorized on December 28, 2014 at 6:12 pm

HAPPY NEW Year. 2014 was a very good one. Here’s to hoping that 2015 would even be better.

1-Write one short story a month for a total of twelve finished and publication-ready manuscripts by December 2015.
2-Finish the second draft of the next novel to be released by January 2016.

CHEERS FRIENDS! Let’s make more art in the coming year.


In Uncategorized on December 25, 2014 at 11:04 am


GOT MYSELF the Nitti font, scored direct from the foundry’s online shop, Bold Monday. I am happy as a kid getting a monospaced type that would be second to Courier as the the default in my word processor. Words need to be written down and as have been the case with most of my writing it is: Post-It (idea expressed in a single sentence), Moleskin (ideas from the main idea broken down into scenes, dialogues, descriptions, etc.), bond paper (the ideas arranged in linear form in one column, followed by the same ideas arranged in narrative form in the other), and finally, the Mac (ideas as words written down in an attempt to get it perfect every single time — my belief is that the first draft should be as perfect as it could be so that I would not waste time fucking around with it in the second, and anyway what is the point of writing down something if I am not happy with it?)

‘TWAS a very rainy Christmas eve but at least it was warm. We have to open the windows and the the upstairs balcony door and then turn off the heater. Warm but no sun. Today the sun is out which is very welcome indeed.

NOW WE go to mass at that subversive parish, three blocks down. We are also grateful for the pope’s stewardship of this church, thus the mass.


In Uncategorized on December 21, 2014 at 8:39 am

LAST NIGHT was the year’s winter solstice where the sun shone the shortest. If ever shone at all. Murderous sky the color of gunmetal grey was the palette of yesterday and it was cold as fuck. Tidied up the house, did the laundry, did some finances, and it was around 3.30 in the PM that we ventured out to get some ramen.

SAW THE Imitation Game which was very good indeed. Joy’s Oscar bet this year. Mine still is Birdman. Oh, I also saw over the week A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night which is the second thinking man’s vampire film this year. So there is hope. The first, of course, is Only Lovers Left Alive.

I COULD complain about the commercialization of the 25th of this month, but no. All I can say is that all I want is still that font and nothing else.

NOW WE put on some clothes and brave the cold for bagels and coffee.


In Uncategorized on December 16, 2014 at 5:58 pm

GUESS WHO got a holiday gift (chopping boards plus a chef’s knife) and a cash bonus and a salary increase and a very heartfelt handwritten note?


In Uncategorized on December 13, 2014 at 5:33 pm

THE YEAR I landed a permanent job which means the year I also attended an office Holiday party. No more Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” and other acts of faggotry dictated by faggots at the office. We had beer, then mulled wine that the CEO herself prepared and then had dinner. Then the party started. We built fucking robots in the Brooklyn Robot Foundry and had a best of show at the robot arena. The best winner was Manny Pacquiao, a boxing robot. No, I did not make that one. Mine was called Asimov whose only rule of robotics is that when humans want wine, wine shall be served. It got a special mention from the bearded folks of the foundry and my night was made complete.

I WAS the first to gift everyone at the office. The play by Annie Baker wrapped in vintage Corona typewriter poster and lettered in my handwriting. I got an email from the CEO herself acknowledging both my gift and my handwriting. In her own words: I really love your handwriting. This is from a European designer managing an army of designers, typographers, calligraphers, artists, illustrators, painters. Of course one of the very first thing that she commented on my first week on the job was my all caps handwriting that she said was “very architectural.” Anyway, back to my gift: for about three times, the CEO said that “could we talk about your gift-wrapping” and “this is super cool wrapping” and “your handwriting”. Later in the day, I learned from the Head of Ops that my future in the company was discussed at length. See, good work matters. Give it your all and good things will happen. Did I mention that my monthly goal was met as early as December 2? See, I’m not just a hisptery fucker who can do calligraphy.

IF YOU haven’t read my award-winning novel, why the fuck not?


In Uncategorized on December 7, 2014 at 1:46 am

THAT TIME of the year.

MY BEST book ever read: The Flick by Annie Baker. The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell is a close second.

MY BEST film: Only Lovers Left Alive by Jim Jarmusch. Birdman by Alejandro González Iñárritu is a close second. The fist choice deserves an entry on its own but for now, all I’ll say is that it one of the only film I have seen in my 40 years on this earth that had the balls to subvert ‘the gun in act 1’ commandment.

MY BEST TV show: True Detective by Nick Pizzolatto. The ending, the unreliable narrators, the story itself. The Newsroom comes as a very close second and they way this final season commented on the general scene of news reporting is just brilliant especially on the ultimate episode. This is the fourth straight year where I abstained from network TV excepting MasterChef Junior. Could not even watch “Hannibal” and “American Horror Story” as all the restrictions of an R (are those even R’s or PG’s?) irritate me. The lack of nudity and swear words from those two excellent shows pulls me off the narrative everytime that I just stopped watching.

HAVEN’T REALLY listened to music except what is played by the hipsters in the office and what is on my iPhone, which is vast. Mostly I listen to the best of glam rock, from Warrant to Mr. Big to Danger Danger to Savatage. Also a lot of Pearl Jam although “Sirens” is often on repeat. also Cat Powers, Lycia, The Cure, Van Halen, etc.

BUT THERE is Serial the podcast, another office thingy that I came be updated as well. It’s like a radio drama that the youth of today has just come to get the hang of.

– my permanent job after a year of freelancing
– Bahamas trip
– my novel of course (more than anything, the very encouraging words by Filipino writers I admire who blurbed the book)
– The Library, a play of Steven Soderbergh
– Consumed, a novel by David Cronenberg
– The Counselor, a screenplay by Cormac McCarthy
– the missus laddering up onto the next tier in her job
– bikram
– fixie

A FEW could haves:
– cooked more often
– written beyond 12 midnight more often
– applied for global entry (TSA is becoming such a pain, believe you me)
– bought material goods less and less often (2 winter boots this month alone!)
– got in contact with friends back home more often
– taken more photography even with my iPhone


In Uncategorized on December 3, 2014 at 7:39 am

THE VERY first book signing as a novelist happened yesterday. It was a very quiet affair, so quiet that only the humming of the mac could be heard as I wrote some words, affixed my signature and stamped the setting: 2 December 2014, Brooklyn. It was to someone at the office, a sculptor who creates–what else?–works of art, and ships them worldwide. My kind of people. (I have always been thinking lately about that thing with Evans who now creates furniture also shipped worldwide while our former boss is still doing advertisements shown on ABS-CBN and run on the Philippine Star. You’re move, badutch.)

THING ARE growing organically. Now that Brooklyn is doing its thing, the fine folks of Dublin have ordered. So has Stockholm and Singapore and Australia and London and Switzerland. These are not orders that would rake in the moolah, but these are orders that matter. I am aiming to be a Fugazi and not a Maroon 5, remember? A cult of subversive little fucks who gets it. The novel is the kind of thing that gets taught in school (of course, all that could only be attributed to the beauty contest as all works winning the grand prize indeed gets taught in school but still) and not sold in airport cafes.

MANILA OF course has ordered, too. Thank you to all my friends. Now, if only the fuckers in Malacañang in all sense of the word fucker. Next year is election year and this book is predicated on that thing. (Of course you knew that underneath all the explicit language, graphic violence, sex and nudity, drug and alcohol abuse in the novel, there is substance right? Har de fucking har.) If I could just have one politician read it, my work is done. I kid: if I could make all voters read it, my work is done.

ORGANIC GROWTH. From Brooklyn. My novel has been in the radar of my boss who is an influencer and tastemaker in her own right. The thing is that she is very careful of what she tweets and blogs the way she is super careful of who she hires. A real artist and graphic designer who believes in the apprenticeship system as has been practiced in Europe for thousands of years. The same boss who gave me an increase after a month on the job for exceptional work ethic. Anyway, two days in a row has she mentioned my being “legit”. For everyone in the room to hear. I can’t wait to see when three of her most trusted of tinyentes gets to the part about Helvetica in the novel and discusses it with her. That would be the day.

ONE THING that was discussed over a very sumptuous French dinner in le Montreal was the proliferation of Speakeasy’s in Manila. Are you fucking kidding me? Why can’t Manila come up with its own shit?