Saturday, August 19

Editors - Someone Says - Live Acoustic

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Editors live in Japan. After the concert montage is an acoustic session. Have I said that I really, really like the band?
Editors

You burn like a bouncing cigarette on the road.
Editors Munich Live 3_30_06

Obssessed. Collecting singles again. I'm so glad I found this.

Thursday, August 17

Work it out

7:30 in the morning is downtime (coffee, comicbook) when THE lecture series starts. Actually, these are the good old days, the Big Brother (the TV show) bitching boxed and shipped like last year's files. Sometimes work, plain as a phone call, is comforting this way.

8:00 and the participants are working on last night's assignments. From a personal essay to a memo. Sounds tough but they seem to be enjoying the task in a quiet, absorbed kind of way. I guess, they too miss work, plain as penmanship.

Thursday, July 20

Something to Sing About

After a two-year absence, there's finally word on her comeback. And my panties are somersaulting. This blog is, after all, named after one of the songs in the musical episode.

Thank you, Joss.



From comics she was born, and to comics she shall return: Buffy the Vampire Slayer's post-cancellation adventures will soon begin anew -- penned by Joss Whedon himself -- in the pages of Dark Horse Comics. Here's an exclusive cover image (by artist Georges Jeanty) from issue No. 1. As you can see, she's kept in shape during her hiatus. (Dark Horse will debut No. 1 at Comic-Con this week.)

This isn't Buffy's first foray into comics. And it remains to be seen if it ranks anywhere near Joss Whedon's best foray into comics: the all-too-brief "future slayer" saga Fray, which follows the dystopic advetures of Buffster's 24th-century successor. (Some will persuasively argue that this is Joss' best comics effort. I will counter with a spin move and the old axe-to-the-head. So watch it.)

So what's going on in the extended Buffyverse? Well, you may recall the show ended with the creation of an army of Slayers. Now they're organized, and the tide has turned in favor of the good guys. Ah, but you know how much Whedon hates winners: Soon an "old enemy" surfaces (Dark Horse is cagey on Big Bad's identity), and Dawn starts "experiencing serious growing pains." I hope that means the Scoobies will be fighting a mutant, undead Alan Thicke.

Thursday, June 29

Bitter Blue

Lakas tama talaga itong Bioflu. Ika nga ni Dodobird, parang shabu.

Have been feverish for the past couple of days, but after a pop of this bitter blue pill, I've been sweating again (I miss sweating) and have been up and about doing a few chores like making coffee though a little slower than usual and not just because it's occasionally fun to be slow.

June has been anything but slow. Lots of catching up with old friends in Singapore and W's birthday party. In the background, the Stubbs the Zombie OST in constant rotation, along with Sonic Youth's Rather Ripped, still fuzzy but with The Strokes' rootsy NY punk bohemiac swagger.

Bitter blue buzzed. Later.

Saturday, June 10

I Heart HK

First night in Hong Kong and, ah, the sights. That's a hot one right there over my shoulder. And that's me saying, Biliiiis! Kunan mo na. Daliiii!

Next stop,wonderland. But no. Because it was fucking under renovation. One floor was open, so I'm not exactly complaining. Got the new Beautiful South, and, well, that's about it.

So it was walking down Tsim Sha Tsui for us until around midnight for five days. Mid-day trips to Windsor House --- Ikea, Toys R' Us, HMV, and those two floors of gadgets, and an office supply store where I spent the most HK$. W got me a moleskine notebook, and I gave him a hug.

There was also much drinking, and no, hindi ako nagpa-kulot. Kusa syang kumulot dahil sa sarap ng peking duck.

Met up with friends, too. Mida and her lovely daughter Sofie. Mida has a column right now in one of the local HK papers and also teaches English to Filipinos based in HK. *Anyone who goes to HK should try eating at the Flying Pan, an all-day breakfast diner with a jukebox that has REM, Oasis, The Verve, and yes, the ubiquitous Coldplay.* She brought us to Ap Lai Chai, an interior designer's heaven, 26 floors, all showrooms. W was estatic. My feet hurt. A lot.

So there. Hong Kong. Walking. Shoppping. Minding gaps. And more walking. Will be leaving for Singapore with W this Thursday, mostly business but I hear their HMV has a pretty good collection. If it's not under renovation.