Author: danDAman

Prolific Nonsense Propagator What aspiring writers become when they don't commit to writing... auguilar@hotmail.com

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UV Express

I ride the UV Express to work because I’m beginning to think that the stress that Manila traffic entails can be life shortening and may easily be quantified like a stick of cigarette (1 stick = -5mins of your life; 1hour stuck in traffic = losing half a day of sanity, something like that). Of course, driving in your own car is an insulation from all harm and comfort is what one primarily sacrifices when taking public transport. Especially if you choose to be crammed with 18 others in a tin can that can fit 14 comfortably. In the end, you are not paying for a fee just to get to your destination, you are paying for a leg room.

When a Writer’s Not Writing

Still haven’t found what I’m looking for… Google…

I haven’t been as active on this blog as I would’ve wanted. It’s not like the well of has dried up… I’m still writing…

Two things to describe the last 3 years:
* Memos
* I’m writing in bullets

Technical communication is a challenging venue for someone prone to drifting and exploring en route from point a to point b, whereas memos are point a to point b travellers who used Waze to come up with the most effective path possible.

With tech writing on full throttle, I devoted what’s left of my keyboard

For So Long Now

for-so-long-now

Dear Thierri & Vedder,

 

A friend of mine re-posted this poem from more than 15 years ago. Published through Bulacan State University’s collegiate paper “Pacesetter”.  I used to get a kick out of how our artists interpret the verbiage that is my poetry.  The illustration gives it perspective and texture that was invisible when it was in vacuo of my head.

Allan Flores, the artist and

Goner

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the idea of future to escape the present.
—  John Green

He was staring at a blank screen, mirroring his mind.  Everything that’s let out of our body requires excruciating pain like blood, babies, and words.  He kept on talking about this one big time he’ll hit it big.  Then deflate it with uncontrollable self-loathing.  Then escape to a song that sings about the piled up yesterdays and the gaslit need to escape.  He is running himself to a deadline to feel alive… or at least, feast on its overcasting fear.

Infinity Portal

 

Zephyr Thierri Aguilar, DanDAman's daughter
Thierri @ 7
 
Today, my daughter Zephyr turned 7. She has just invented an “infinity portal” (pictured below). Maybe she got inspired by History channel’s feature on Albert Einstein.  Mix that with Phineas and Ferb.

 

Thierri’s latest invention
 
 
She was explaining to me about what the portal does and how it works.  By the end of her “presentation”, she kind of surrendered to the basic truth that it was just a product of her imagination.  I repeated what Einstein said about imagination as being more important than intelligence… She gave me a reassured smile and proceeded to the next preoccupation. 

I remember the early months that seemed to happen too slow, all before she turned one. Everyday was eventful but not as eloquent as the days near the present.  She  and my son Vedder talking to me about what’s on their mind is a gift that I hope they’ll never get tired of giving me.  I encourage them to think out loud,to go bite more than they can chew, face limitations as a daily task that can be conquered.  At least, that’s what I feel my environment taught me.