Tony Perez's Electronic Diary (May 17 - December 13, 2015 - )
My on-line journal: continued from http:www.tonyperezphilippinescyberspacebook24.blogspot.com (December 18, 2014 - May 17, 2015).
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Sunday, December 13, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Good night, Cubao!
Watching replays on TV while sitting up for Aubrey.
Began a thorough cleaning of the kitchen, since it was slightly exposed to the wall cutting the previous week. Will also continue doing a thorough cleaning of the dining area tomorrow.
Cleaning house is an art and a skill. If you don't know how to do the cleaning efficiently and well, you won't manage to clean anything at all and will even feel miserable for it.
Once you know how to clean, on the other hand, you afterward have a feeling of great satisfaction.
Watching replays on TV while sitting up for Aubrey.
Began a thorough cleaning of the kitchen, since it was slightly exposed to the wall cutting the previous week. Will also continue doing a thorough cleaning of the dining area tomorrow.
Cleaning house is an art and a skill. If you don't know how to do the cleaning efficiently and well, you won't manage to clean anything at all and will even feel miserable for it.
Once you know how to clean, on the other hand, you afterward have a feeling of great satisfaction.
Now Aubrey is off to a birthday party with a classmate, after spending my coffee change on two boxes of Krispy Kreme to take to the party.
I shall have to wait up for her tonight.
In the meantime Angelique wants to eat just the rest of the pizzas for dinner. I am still trying to convince her to join me for a regular meal at M.'s cafe.
I shall have to wait up for her tonight.
In the meantime Angelique wants to eat just the rest of the pizzas for dinner. I am still trying to convince her to join me for a regular meal at M.'s cafe.
Three Down, Nothing More To Go
We received a text-message from Seattle's Best yesterday, informing us that their planners are now available.
Finally, I have one, and in a color I like: orange. When conducting the Blocked On Colors exercise with my creative writing participants, the colors that are blocked from their memory are, consistently, orange and violet. No one can give a satisfactory explanation as to why.
My personal explanation is that they are magical colors and that they are not for everyone.
Finally, I have one, and in a color I like: orange. When conducting the Blocked On Colors exercise with my creative writing participants, the colors that are blocked from their memory are, consistently, orange and violet. No one can give a satisfactory explanation as to why.
My personal explanation is that they are magical colors and that they are not for everyone.
I gave Angelique, Aubrey, and Angelique's classmates the money to wipe out all the blank spaces on our card with Christmas drinks and espressos to take home.
We have now passed the three-planner Christmas challenge. Quite ridiculous and petty, I know, but we all need planners for 2016 anyway. Electronic calendars are too unwieldy and do not offer us the luxury of space, the luxury of feeling and smelling the sweet scent of paper, and the luxury of writing. They also seem to deprive us of our individuality.
The dead mouse said, "I lived in trash, but you, too, live in trash. You take out more trash from your house than you take in other things. All of your rituals and celebrations result in even more trash. There is not a day or night on earth that you do not produce trash. The moment you leave your house you are surrounded with trash, and only the annihilation of the human race will change that, for trash is not what it is but what human beings define it to be."
Good morning, Cubao!
Slept eight hours last night.
Overcast skies above the district. I love it. It allows me to see people in soft lighting, and without shadows.
Angelique's classmates are over to work some more on their group project.
I need to clean up today, starting with the dining area, and then do my laundry.
Slept eight hours last night.
Overcast skies above the district. I love it. It allows me to see people in soft lighting, and without shadows.
Angelique's classmates are over to work some more on their group project.
I need to clean up today, starting with the dining area, and then do my laundry.
Friday, December 11, 2015
I love the sky at night, whether it is filled with silver clouds or with stars. I usually wait for the moon to come out, because the sight of it seems to reassure me that all is well in the world despite the news on TV. It is probably the reason I had a roof deck built on top of our house.
The night sky always reminds me of my father because, when I was little, he used to take me and my younger sister for rides through the city at night and buy us milk shakes and toys. It was the only time he was ever available to us since he worked all day.
This New Year's Eve I plan to have our midnight snack on the roof deck. I hope it will be a memorable time for my granddaughters, and that they will remember it long after I am gone.
The night sky always reminds me of my father because, when I was little, he used to take me and my younger sister for rides through the city at night and buy us milk shakes and toys. It was the only time he was ever available to us since he worked all day.
This New Year's Eve I plan to have our midnight snack on the roof deck. I hope it will be a memorable time for my granddaughters, and that they will remember it long after I am gone.
First Batch of Excess Jewelry
Asked the compound and cafe staff members to choose one piece each. The most unlikely persons chose the most unlikely pieces!
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Dinner alone at M.'s cafe, since Aubrey is on her field trip and Angelique and J. are eating out. Whenever I am alone at M.'s cafe I cannot help but think that this is how my life would be had I not adopted two boys. Nonetheless I do not regret having done so. It was and is an extremely grounding experience.
Someone just asked me to model for a photo that he will later convert to a medieval painting. I was flattered. I said yes (how many people come up to me with a request like that?)! I asked him what he wanted me to wear for the photo. He said that a medieval costume is being sewn and that I should wait for it to get done.
Evidently he's never seen all the medieval stuff in my wardrobe. Quite exciting, but let's see whether this happens or not.
Evidently he's never seen all the medieval stuff in my wardrobe. Quite exciting, but let's see whether this happens or not.
Now that the apertures in two walls are done, the energy of the house has begun to re-circulate. Most wonderfully, I am fascinated with the way new areas of light and dark have emerged with the ceiling lights or the lamps on.
It is light that paints a house. That is why I love frosted-glass sliding doors so much. All it takes is a sweep of headlights or tail lights from a car in the street, a passing parade, sunrise and sunset, halogen street lamps, paraffin oil lamps, a candle in a holder, or a torch beyond the glass to paint entire rooms in different, enchanted colors.
It is light that paints a house. That is why I love frosted-glass sliding doors so much. All it takes is a sweep of headlights or tail lights from a car in the street, a passing parade, sunrise and sunset, halogen street lamps, paraffin oil lamps, a candle in a holder, or a torch beyond the glass to paint entire rooms in different, enchanted colors.
I am perplexed at other people's metaphoric use of eating within the contexts of lust and sex. There is the phrase "sex-starved", and I have often heard references to other people as being "delicious" or "good enough to eat". Then there are people who perform sex and are described as "ravenous", after which there is the phrase, "one's lust is sated". The only explanations I can think of is that people who use such metaphors engage in oral sex, and that too many people may have been reading too much Tennessee Williams.
The fact is, I never feel like having sex when I am full or when I am hungry, because, to me, eating is not only an art, it is also an act independent of anything else.
The fact is, I never feel like having sex when I am full or when I am hungry, because, to me, eating is not only an art, it is also an act independent of anything else.
Lost Parents and Professors
Many years ago the Cultural Center of the Philippines conducted a nationwide writing contest for children, and I was invited to be one of the judges. A day after the results were announced, a woman called me on the phone and tried to convince me to change my decision, claiming that her son deserved to be a winner. She offered to take me out to lunch, among other things, but I declined. I spent an hour on the phone trying to convince her that, while her son's entry was good, there were others that were much, much better--something she could not accept--and that it would be in her son's best interest to teach him that it is all right to lose contests. She wept, she ranted, she told me how much she loved her son and how high her expectations were for him, but I did not give in. I had to terminate our conversation. I didn't even bother to ask her how she was able to reach me; she must have done extensive research and called up all the judges on the panel.
Also many years ago I taught an elective course titled North American Indian Shamanism for the American Studies Department at De La Salle University. Some time in mid-semester a mother of one of my students called me on the phone and complained about my assigning her daughter the construction of a simple dream-catcher. She also offered to take me out to lunch and tell me about her born-again Christian faith. I declined, and said that REAL EDUCATION IS NOT EXCLUSIVE TO ANY RELIGION.
I note, however, that, when I enrolled for my M.A. in Religious Studies, my professors were just as bigoted and as biased to Christianity. They did not believe in tolerance and they became very upset at the slightest contradiction to doctrine presented in class. When I chose, as the topic for my public lecture, the divination stones Urim and Thummim from the Old Testament, the president himself went out of his way to assign me the most fundamentalist nuns and priests in his roster as consultants. I went to them one by one, listening to their condemnations of my topic, but I remained unfazed. I thought that it was such a cheap strategy--and a waste of time--to send me to those "consultants" and show them my outline. They might as well have changed the title of the course from "Religious Studies" to "Christianity Studies".
Thankfully, I did conduct my public lecture on the topic of my choice. A year later I graduated magna cum laude. My thesis, Pagsubok Sa Ilang, was published and later won a National Book Award for Best Religious Publication.
However, now, at the age of 64, I am completely convinced that there is only ONE religion of peace, and that is Buddhism. I don't practice it, though. Perhaps, the warrior in me prevents it.
Also many years ago I taught an elective course titled North American Indian Shamanism for the American Studies Department at De La Salle University. Some time in mid-semester a mother of one of my students called me on the phone and complained about my assigning her daughter the construction of a simple dream-catcher. She also offered to take me out to lunch and tell me about her born-again Christian faith. I declined, and said that REAL EDUCATION IS NOT EXCLUSIVE TO ANY RELIGION.
I note, however, that, when I enrolled for my M.A. in Religious Studies, my professors were just as bigoted and as biased to Christianity. They did not believe in tolerance and they became very upset at the slightest contradiction to doctrine presented in class. When I chose, as the topic for my public lecture, the divination stones Urim and Thummim from the Old Testament, the president himself went out of his way to assign me the most fundamentalist nuns and priests in his roster as consultants. I went to them one by one, listening to their condemnations of my topic, but I remained unfazed. I thought that it was such a cheap strategy--and a waste of time--to send me to those "consultants" and show them my outline. They might as well have changed the title of the course from "Religious Studies" to "Christianity Studies".
Thankfully, I did conduct my public lecture on the topic of my choice. A year later I graduated magna cum laude. My thesis, Pagsubok Sa Ilang, was published and later won a National Book Award for Best Religious Publication.
However, now, at the age of 64, I am completely convinced that there is only ONE religion of peace, and that is Buddhism. I don't practice it, though. Perhaps, the warrior in me prevents it.
Never bank on popularity or public support. You will end up asking yourself, "How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?"
Bank, instead, on what is given: on what you have, on what you do not have, on what is real, on what the truth is, and on the best that you can do ALONE AND FOR YOURSELF under all of the circumstances.
Bank, instead, on what is given: on what you have, on what you do not have, on what is real, on what the truth is, and on the best that you can do ALONE AND FOR YOURSELF under all of the circumstances.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
As long as you are truly talented and consistently productive, you will become renowned:
--even if you don't try to be.
--whether you like it or not.
--no matter how much you isolate yourself from others.
--long after your physical death.
Note that only the untalented need promotion and public relations, now and forever.
--even if you don't try to be.
--whether you like it or not.
--no matter how much you isolate yourself from others.
--long after your physical death.
Note that only the untalented need promotion and public relations, now and forever.
What I love so much in my state of retirement is commissioning house work--or any kind of work--and being able to monitor it from time to time. A year ago I had to give instructions before leaving the house and then come home in the evening to check the work that was done. Not to mention being in the office the whole day and worrying about how the house work was proceeding.
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
A Very Special Gift From My Spiritual Son
My spiritual son gave me a very special gift tonight: a ring struck after my countenance. He connived with my daughter-in-law Ivy, when she was still alive, for her to take photos of Julie Lluch's bust of me, which this ring is modeled after. The artist wanted to include the magical rings I am wearing on the bust. Since my hands do not show in the ring, he sculpted them, instead, in my hair. They are minuscule, but can be seen through a magnifying lens.
This ring means so much to me, more than all my other rings, which is saying a lot, because I have at least 36. It is a symbol not of me but of my spiritual son's and my daughter-in-law's love for me. I know that Ivy can see this ring, and that she is extremely pleased with how it turned out.
This ring means so much to me, more than all my other rings, which is saying a lot, because I have at least 36. It is a symbol not of me but of my spiritual son's and my daughter-in-law's love for me. I know that Ivy can see this ring, and that she is extremely pleased with how it turned out.
Two Down, One To Go
This one was Angelique's choice, because Aubrey wants to be the only one with a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf planner. I like Starbucks for its ground coffee varieties for sale in sacks on the shelves, its souvenir mugs and glasses, and its coffee things. The staff members of the outlet on the northern arc of Araneta Coliseum is especially cordial, and that is the outlet we go to often.
The only thing I don't like about Starbucks is the clientele it attracts, whom I call "the metropolitan homeless": they usually order only talls, seat themselves in the most promiscuous spots, and stay there for hours laptopping and making sure that everyone can see them. They can't be professionals because they try too hard to look like professionals. I always get the impression that they are escaping from dysfunctional homes and don't have their own bedrooms or dens to work in.
The only thing I don't like about Starbucks is the clientele it attracts, whom I call "the metropolitan homeless": they usually order only talls, seat themselves in the most promiscuous spots, and stay there for hours laptopping and making sure that everyone can see them. They can't be professionals because they try too hard to look like professionals. I always get the impression that they are escaping from dysfunctional homes and don't have their own bedrooms or dens to work in.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Everyone now at home for the Monday.
Tuned in to world and local news.
Aubrey's friend's younger brother was "kidnapped/held-up" yesterday afternoon for a P100,000 ransom and I learned today that the parents paid P50,000 to get the boy back. They were too shocked and embarrassed to report the incident to the police, which I believe is wrong. I hope the perps get caught and apprehended.
Tuned in to world and local news.
Aubrey's friend's younger brother was "kidnapped/held-up" yesterday afternoon for a P100,000 ransom and I learned today that the parents paid P50,000 to get the boy back. They were too shocked and embarrassed to report the incident to the police, which I believe is wrong. I hope the perps get caught and apprehended.
Learned early on that I can't just buy or bring home a bunch of ballpoint pens and expect my granddaughters to use them for school. Each granddaughter has a very specific pen preference, and those are the only pens they will ever use. They dislike, in particular, hotel pens (including the Carlton Hotel pens I used to have) and freebie pens.
My new tattoo healed very quickly. I was able to shower the same night without feeling the sting I thought I would feel upon its contact with my shampoo, soap, and water. The tattoo itched the second night, but I was able to control myself from scratching it, even in my sleep. Now I am ready to have it photographed all over again but am still deciding what to wear with it.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Lunch with the granddaughters at M.'s cafe.
Angelique is spending the night at her classmate's house. They are still working on their group project. It was a stressful afternoon for Angelique, though. After arriving at her classmate's house she realized she'd left important materials behind, and had to go home again. In Metro Manila traffic, this is sheer hell.
Angelique is spending the night at her classmate's house. They are still working on their group project. It was a stressful afternoon for Angelique, though. After arriving at her classmate's house she realized she'd left important materials behind, and had to go home again. In Metro Manila traffic, this is sheer hell.
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