i never liked numbers...so should i listen to this?

"paalam aking bulalakaw, pagkat kailangan ko nang dumilat sa tawag ng inang araw" - khavn de la cruz

Rock on Sir!

"We have our own God. We are taken cared of…somehow...even when you are at an edge, putang ina, you think, wala na (there is nothing anymore!) then, ‘tang ina, meron! You push yourself to the edge, you feel alive." -- Alex Baluyut, photographer.

*read full interview here.*

you sing, you paint, you write. some people dance. we're made of the same stuff.

I have nothing to confess.
That is the moon. Here
is my glass. They both
darken the more I speak.
And I rise. Struck down
by more poems than women.
Sinking into the page
to grab a drink and lift it
to my lips. I have a hymn.
I rise with that hymn
and curse at the stars.
That is how I love. Sending
all my loudest howls
into a vacuum. I invent
other names for despair.
Flower. Canvas. Century.
I own nothing of value
but gratitude. Thank you,
moon. Thank you, drink.
Thank you, darkness, for
nothing. Nothing is the best
place to drink in. Nothing
is the opposite of silence.
Nothing is a lion. And I am
a wolf. Caged in the world.
Embracing its inhabitants.
That god damn moon.

- Old Dog and Scotch, Rafael San Diego

wood floorboards, full bookshelves, textured fabric and nice nice furniture. another needed dose of inspiration. i want, and i mean i will need to have at least one finn juhls chair in the future!

it was a good decision to have gone out at 7 pm tonight. what a nice surprise! venus being closer to my moon and my earth is definitely a good sign.

photo by luis liwanag

ayayay!

Been listening to a stream of The National's new album High Violet which will be out in May. I'm having goosebumps! Another tight-ass shit from this great band.

Excerpts from New York Time's article:

“Alligator” and “Boxer” did what excellent rock ’n’ roll albums did in the 1960s, ’70s and ’80s: transcended the sum of their singles to offer something larger. In the National’s case, it was a powerful, probing feeling for the inner lives of average people out in the American heartland. So good was the music that with it came the promise of what might follow, the heady potential that the National would soon take things one step further, go ahead and make the great Middle American novel as music, an album for our time.

Since Matt excels at writing about sensitive people whose lives slump within that chapfallen key, the result is songs that are rich with mood, slow-cooked all the way down.

…the truth is that all five live for the measure-by-measure rigor of building, tearing down and rebuilding four-minute songs.

That feeling of risk shows up in the songs. The National’s sensibility captures the in-between feeling of being adrift in the mainstream with only a medium-size American heart to keep you from sinking. As Matt writes in the song “Slow Show,” “Looking for somewhere to stand and stay/I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away.” It’s one of several songs that engage with the growing recognition that life out in the middle isn’t as stable as you were brought up to believe.

Read full article and listen to album stream here. Waaah. Concert! Concert! Concert!

it's lonely being tired all the time. kayod lang. someday soon, if it's not that, i hope it's this:

call me mellow
photo from here

woke up early today and this vid greeted me on my wall, c/o the little brother. cuteness. good vibes summer everyone!

Mistakes made: denial, internal skirmishes, negativity, loss

Lessons learned: truth, acceptance, positivity, abundance

"Being in the flow refers to a state of being where present actions and attitudes are in perfect sync with our visualizations and goals for the future. Its a state of coincidence and synchronicity brought on by creative and affirmative visualization." -- Martin Prihoda

words: time to use less of the inessential
*photo from here*

Passion is the overpowering, inescapable fate of all artists, who must learn at great costs and pain not to control it — for control is impossible — but to ride it so that it will not destroy them. This mysterious, dangerous struggle is at the center of all art that hopes to penetrate the surface of its medium, and it was this process that Henry James, the sanest of writers, described with ardent candor in The Middle Years:

"We work in the dark — we do what we can — we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art."

-- from "Connect the Prose and the Passion" by Dana Goia. Read whole essay here.