Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Olats


Olats na naman. Sigh. But Thursday's another day. There's hope, if nothing else. Animo!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Kilgour Spring/Summer 2009

The New York Fashion Week for SS09 ended last week. One collection that screams and screams and screams my name is Kilgour. It's the one collection that I would buy in its entirety if I had the money. I want ALL. OF. IT.





Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Partial Redemption



Last July 6 was a double heartbreaker. I watched Ateneo beat La Salle in Araneta, live. That night, Rafael Nadal walloped Roger Federer in the finals of the French Open.

An almost exact repeat happened on my birthday, two months later. Last Saturday, La Salle again lost to Ateneo. But that night, Roger Federer beat Novak Djokovic in the US Open semifinals. And yesterday, I got the only thing I wished for for my birthday: Federer beat Andy Murray to get his fifth consecutive US Open championship.

Thank God for some redemption.

--Morx

"Something I simply cannot abide"

I had to laugh when I read this in Haruki Murakami's The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, because it reminded me so much of myself. Spoken by a character named Nutmeg Akasaka:

I do not like it when people wear the wrong thing. That is all. It is something I simply cannot--cannot--abide. I at least want the people around me to dress as well as possible.... I feel a personal, almost physical, revulsion for messy clothing.

--Morx

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami




I've had The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, for quite some time, but every time I'd consider reading it, I'd feel daunted, as I am really more a fan of realism than magic realism or surrealism in fiction. What made me finally give it a try was a beautiful Murakami passage quoted in a fine blog called alphabetical.

The Wind-up Bird Chronicle is a gigantic jigsaw puzzle whose pieces consist of episodes that deal with the unspeakable horrors of war, the reverberations of history in personal lives, the search for identity, the alienating forces of the modern world, among others. It is a tribute to Murakami that regardless of how many topics the writer juggles in this book, one comes away from it with a deep conviction that they are all meaningfully connected. And through all the surreal and magical episodes in the novel, one always has the sense that they're all rooted in reality or psychological truth--making Murakami a true metaphysical writer.

--Morx