Your alarm wakes you up at 5 a.m. You get up, get ready, gulp down your breakfast, ride your bike to work, park it, run up the stairs to the third floor, punch in, open you laptop on your familiar desk. Continue reading “Day job vous”
Day job vous
Beauty and the Beast as revolution allegory
I view “Beauty and the Beast”—the Disney version, not the original novel—as an allegory of the French revolution. Continue reading “Beauty and the Beast as revolution allegory”
The lowly banga
Two weeks ago, we prepared and feasted on a dish that I had never tasted since maybe 30 years ago. It was ordinary paksiw na bangus, but cooked as it should be: in a clay pot, called banga in many Philippine languages. I didn’t know if it was just my imagination, but my taste buds told me it was a lot different when food is cooked in a banga, set over wood fire.
Writing about pots, at first I thought, would be one of the dullest chores I ever did. But since I had started this streak of writing about fireplaces anyway, I might as well continue with its logical extension: to write about the endangered craft of native pottery. I don’t think I’ve succeeded. Continue reading “The lowly banga”