Wednesday, July 29, 2015

№ 201. Thursday Book Find

Happiness. Birth. Sadness. Death. Suffering. Love. Comfort. Indifference. Fall. Weakness. Redemption. Strength.

Happy Feet are well worn by walking.
July 2015 Taal Food and Heritage Tour.

All the invisible stuff that our so-called life is made of. Do these metaphysical realities somehow explain the mass of the universe?

Monday, July 27, 2015

№ 200. Penrose Tiles

What is that which are called "Penrose Tiles"?

That which are called "Penrose Tiles" are patterns named after Roger Penrose, an English mathematician and a physicist.

Deviant Art

These tiles exhibit repeating patterns that display at every scale and can be thought of fractals. This remarkable property is called self-similarity where the same patterns occur at larger and larger scales. Thus, the tiling can be obtained through "inflation" (or "deflation") and any finite patch from the tiling occurs infinitely many times. (Wikipedia)

Sunday, July 26, 2015

№ 199. July 30 Earthquake Drill

The picture applies to all disasters, I think. Not just hurricanes. A friend messaged me on viber and added: Whistle. Thanks J.



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Friday, June 5, 2015

№ 198. Masbate: Frontier Life at the Wild, Wild East


Masbate lies almost at the farthest end of Bicol region. It serves as Luzon's link and crossroad to Samar, Leyte, Cebu and Panay, farther to the south and deeper into the Visayas. Because Masbate’s frontier islands are also niched at the typhoon corridor of the Philippines, leaps of miles away from the country’s economic hubs, they are blessed and isolated by the seas surrounding them.

To be sure, while our seafood can often be abundant, our supply chain of goods and services is keenly dependent on clement weather, the nautical highway and once-a-day flight.


Dried seafood from Saud or the weekend market



These crossroads have come to be reflected in Masbate’s people, food and language, as well. By inhabiting the fringes of imperial Manila and the queen city of Cebu, we Masbateños have learned to cultivate a happy, sometimes confounding, influence of tongues and temperaments borrowed from our neighbors and quietly adapted to the life and rhythm of these islands.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

№ 197. Coming Home

I am on my way home.
But I've lost my way.
A long road lies ahead, thin and lonely.

I can't find the once familiar roads.
The yellow brick roads that lead to my anchor.
But I look hard for these long forgotten leads.

There is someone waiting for me home.
I will be home soon.
It won't be much longer.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

№ 196. God's Search for Meaning

From the beginning there was God.
He was alone.
The void echoed with its emptiness.
In the vastness, God searches for himself.
Without his multiverses, he is incomplete.



Thursday, November 13, 2014

№ 195. I'm neat, ergo, I'm likable.

Q: It is a long day, Sam,

K: Done with the telephone conferences?

Q: But why did they leave me with a pile of dishes?

K; I know! Everybody ought to have a maid.

Q: Uhuh. Nice ones, Neat ones. Ones who will do the dishes for me.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

№ 194. Gravity and Light

When I think about the past
I think of the surplus of waking hours
Preying on images.

Last, Lost, Lust for Four Forgotten Episodes by Toym Imao