Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Good To Go

SPRING BREAK in the Somers Isles for some snorkeling, and visita iglesia for the wife, except that Bermuda has only six Catholic churches. I think the Unfinished Church will make a good seventh. Pricey trip, but sometimes necessary. And today is a good day to buy. Now what was that about Trump?

Friday, February 3, 2017

First 150 Days

SARA'S FIRST SEMESTER in Stuyvesant. See baby, I told you 100% of success is just showing up!

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Happy New Year

THANKS TO BARACK for approving this pay raise before he leaves office. I'm not telling you where I am here, but I'll tell you this: I have a new resolution. I am upgrading from the diet COLA after years of salary freezes. 

Sunday, December 25, 2016


Earless pig head lechon (already power saw-split so you can partake of the brain) for $3 from Shun Wang, Elmhurst, with the tree, thermostat, hibiscus and Sara's piano and Spanish book in the background. Buen provecho!

Friday, December 9, 2016

Merry Christmas

BECAUSE NEW YORK must have its air cargo, I was drafted to do targeting in the early hours of Christmas Day, after the original guy protested with his seniority. Rats. At least they put my name in red. And my family vowed to save those giblets for me.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

West Side Story

NOTHING BETTER to make the heebie-jeebies go away on this cold autumn evening than this recently discovered video of Neneth Ortega Lyons from last year's X Factor UK. Head-down humble Pinay housewife from Chelmsford, UK nails a Broadway song. Man, can this lady sing, and with such power. Too bad she didn't get enough votes in the final round.

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Especially When The October Wind

The writing shed
OCTOBER 27 will mark Dylan Thomas' 63rd year in heaven, really his 102nd birthday. Though born and raised in Swansea, Wales, he did most of his writing in a shed overlooking the estuary of the River Taf in the small fishing village of Laugharne where he had moved his family during hard times. Two weeks after his 39th birthday, in New York City, he was dead, but in his short life he had written some of the finest poems in the English language. One in a group of birthday poems that include "Poem in October" and "Poem on His Birthday", this piece epitomizes the theme that is central to his poems: "biology as a magical transformation producing unity out of diversity, and the creation of a poetic ritual to celebrate it."

Especially When The October Wind

Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.

Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.

Behind a pot of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make you of the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.

The interior

Saturday, October 8, 2016


MY ELDEST SISTER, the physician, has a lovely, peaceful rustic home in Camiguin that would be the perfect escape from the punishing wind chill if only my first line supervisor would give me four continuous leave weeks this winter. Cathay Pacific flies two of the longest nonstop flights in the world, both from NYC's JFK and Newark to Hong Kong. Then to Cebu, where Cebu Pacific has a 30-minute flight to Mambajao. I have been to Camiguin several times when I was in college, and learned that the island's elemental character never fails to hit the soul. Hibok-hibok. Katibawasan. Mantigue. Ardent. And kinilaw na bariles with tabon-tabon. This little island born of fire beats Maui and Kauai big time. Congrats, Ate Nene!