Wednesday, March 19, 2008

finger speed

i wonder how fast pianists like cecile licad can type. and i wonder if people would pay to see writers bang out their stories if they were as entertaining as lang lang when working the keys.

initiate fantasy sequence:

*applause*

“and playing an hp compaq for us tonight is sam… tell us, sam, how does this instrument compare with the powerbook?”

“well, the keys of this baby require a bit more force. they’re not as tractable as the mac’s and you need to put some muscle into the typing. but the sound of the hp compaq is rewarding, so when you’re on a verbal roll, there’s a nice audible accompaniment — you hear the click-click-tap-tap-sshksshka of your materializing thoughts.”

“what piece will come out of tonight’s performance?”

“i hope to write an article about cecile licad. we’ll see how it goes. but then, i might easily end up with a tumblr text post. these things are very spontaneous.”

“good luck!”

“thanks.”

*applause*

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

i saw some markings on the road.

road kill
[18III08]

a cloud suicide-jumped
from the sky
and left its splattered corpse
on the street

cab thoughts (again)

today smells like the dry heat of a saharan crone's nether-mouth.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

you know you're not really THAT old when...

...other people are looting production leftovers for glue and tape while you're the only scavenger interested in a knight's helmet made of plastic.

you know you're getting old when...

1. ...your birthday gift to yourself is a new set of pillows (and you're excited to "test" them). zzz. zzz. zzz. "matanda ka na nga. namimili ka na ng unan." - papa
2. ...you bring a director's chair to the UP fair because you have no desire to mosh with a bunch of emo kids who are skinny enough to look good in skinny jeans.
3. ...you're thankful when your mother sends a message that "it's time to come home" because this allows you to save face in front of your little sister (who was moshing with the emo kids).

remarkable because a) you were actually paying attention to your phone during the concert, b) you didn't feel like your parents were tyrants whose sole mandate was to suck the fun out of your life, and c) you were happy to obey (see number 1).

(from an e-mail i wrote a day or two after my birthday)
llmarcelo [at] gmail [dot] com