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A Chopin discovery!

As someone who's just beginning to play the piano, this news of discovering another Chopin composition is thrilling to me . I'm troubled when people say they like classical music because it's relaxing. There's some truth to it. Perhaps such people have only listened to some version of classical music which can be described as soporifics, the kind of sounds one can listen to before a restful sleep. These are the portions that also tend to be the more popular ones. But, to me, the best parts of classical music are the difficult parts, which stimulate and captivate and even trouble me. I am in awe of the difficulty of those pieces.   I can only dream of playing something like a Chopin waltz one day, but I'm just happy I can read notes a little bit faster now and can play some church hymns, albeit with some difficulty. The piece I'm currently practicing on is Holy, Holy, Holy composed by  Reginald Heber (1826)  and appears in my second-hand copy of Hymns for the Ch...

Invisible Threads in Ani 42

A few weeks ago I got a message that my creative non-fiction piece, "Invisible Threads," will be published in the 42nd edition of Ani, the literary journal of the Cultural Center of the Philippines . I wrote about my experience of lockdown during COVID pandemic. Here's an excerpt.  I opened the door to the small balcony of the 28-square meter condo unit to see what was going on. I shared the space with my older brother. He never asked me to contribute to the bills, realizing I had no money. I had just finished my subspecialty training in medical oncology two months ago. I was unemployed. I wanted to go home, but there were no commercial flights to Mindanao. I was locked down, trapped inside our space filled with our dead epidermis; stale air that got recycled each time we opened the windows; fresh, crumpled clothes that needed folding; new and secondhand books; and random academic clutter. What greeted me outside were half-naked men in shorts, an interracial young couple...

Golden Valley, my contribution to Professor Marjorie Evasco's Frestschrift

I had the honor of contributing to a  Festschrift  for Prof. Marjorie Evasco. I wrote a short story entitled Golden Valley  to honor an incredibly generous, gracious, and remarkable person. Not far from where she lives is the edge of town, where the houses are far in between. On Friday afternoons, she takes a twenty-minute walk. Her only son, a doctor in another city, told her this was good exercise. The road is uphill, lined by old acacia trees that filter the sun. She hums to the tune of “Trust and Obey.” After passing the Carmelite convent, she takes the narrow side road to the left, marked by the crumbling sign, “Golden Valley, 500 meters away.” From there, the incline becomes progressively steeper. She pants for air, stops under the shade to drink from her water bottle, then proceeds as she has done religiously since he passed away.

Tolkien and Tatay

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Tatay's birthday. He would've been 73, a perfectly happy man in God. In preparation for today I'd been remembering him, as I've always had—but to a greater degree, I suppose. As you know, when you lose a loved one, birthdays and death anniversaries take on revered spaces on your personal calendar. Hardly ever a day passes by without a thought of him visiting me. Those recurring moments used to be bitter because of the pain of loss, then became bittersweet because of time. Now, six years later, they are just sweet to me. I imagine that if I could perfectly remember my dreams, he'd also be there, with his perpetual smile and laughter, which, to this day, people still remember. If you see me and my brothers, you will notice that we got our hearty chuckle and stupid, self-deprecating (in only the good sense) humor from him.  What helps me remember him is the treasure trove of letters of J.R.R. Tolkien (T he Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, edited and selected by Humphrey Car...

Happy birthday, Mervyn!

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My dear friend Mervyn celebrates his birthday today. This was taken sometime in 2014, during our Pay Ward rotation, having just started Internal Medicine residency. May you be safe and and dry, brother! 

Bagets na bagets

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Prof. Marj and Joti look radiant and intelligent, while I'm in a black hat and a backpack. Why did I send this photo to Ms. May? I wish I'd sent another one—even the old one, where I was in a white coat and looked like a proper doctor. But the instruction was to submit a recent photo. I'm afraid I haven't had any of my portraits taken recently. This was what came up when I browsed through my private Flickr cloud. My high school classmate Willie took the photo under the trees in a library in Taipei. The heat was sweltering. The photo doesn't show my sweat. Afterwards Willie, Topher, and Kat would go inside, comforted by the first-world airconditioning, pretending we could read the books in Mandarin. 

Congratulations to the 10 fellows of the Fifth La Salle National Creative NonFiction Writers’ Workshop for Health Care Professionals & Medical Interns

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The list is out! Congratulations to all our fellows this year! The Bienvenido N. Santos Creative Writing Center (BNSCWC) is pleased to announce the ten writer-doctors who have been selected as fellows of the Fifth La Salle National Creative NonFiction Writers’ Workshop for Health Care Professionals & Medical Interns to be held online from October 30 to November 28, 2024: Allene P. Allanigue Victor J. S. Baron Angelica G. Espejo Myra G. Gahid Ian Leoj M. Gumban Christi Annah V. Hipona Leonard D. Javier Anthony Q. Rabang Adrian Emmanuel D. Teves Frederic Ivan L. Ting This Workshop is part of the BNSCWC’s efforts to boost collaborations and critical-creative exchanges between scientists and artists; to train health care professionals in the art of life-writing; and to give value to the stories written by health care professionals in caring for our people and in building the nation. The hybrid workshop shall consist of eight synchronous sessions on Wednesday and Thursday evenings (6:0...

Why typewriters are having a renaissance

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I showed some young visitors from church—young, meaning people in their "twenties"—my small typewriter collection. For Abby, a teacher, it was her first time to play with a typewriter. It fascinated her. Leklek, an engineer, said she saw some typewriters before. Jai, also a teacher, said it reminded her of old government officers—barangay halls, for instance, where typewriters remain the mainstay of generating certificates and documents.  My ihado, Lance, once asked me, "Sulat mo 'ni, Ninong?" I gave him a typewritten note for his birthday. My message was about him honoring his mother and praying and reading his Bible every day. I said I wrote it with a Smith Corona; I would show the machine to him one day.  And I remember Hans and Haley, Pastor Henry's grandchildren, who rush to all corners of the house and notice everything. Our dog Paul is always delighted by their presence. These kids, too, love my typewriters.  They're amazing machines, manufactured...

Congratulations!

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Congratulations, Dr. Rey Isidto (creative non-fiction) and Dr. Elvie Razon-Gonzalez (short story), for winning the two first prizes for the Rotor Awards for Literature! My claim to fame is getting to join them during a tour of Bohol island many months ago. 

Each of us is marked by the memories of words spoken to us.

Alastair Begg on the power of words:  Each of us is marked by memories of words spoken to us. Perhaps we reflect on the joy of a child's first words or still feel the bitterness of a friend's hurtful words. From our earliest days, we learn how to use words both to bring harm and to bring gladness. King Solomon was right: "Death and life are in the power of the tongue" (Proverbs 18:21).

Lake Street Dive!

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I discovered Lake Street Dive through their interview with David Remnick in the New Yorker Radio Hour . I'm a huge fan. My favorites: Hypotheticals , and Shame, Shame, Shame .  They have such great song titles! Their songs make me so happy that I listen to them early in the morning on my way to work, or after-lunch commuting, or late night drives back home.  I’ve been playing out a lot of hypotheticals in my mind I’ve been writing your name down next to mine Been imagining all the things you and I could do oo oo I’ve seen all the possibilities in my dreams You’re alone when you should really be next to me Baby, let’s not wait and see I played the song to my mother, who said, "Nami man. Pero daw kabudlay kantahon."

My Kindle Oasis

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I don't want to describe my feelings toward the Oasis as "love-hate" but that's the most concise, accurate, and precise way to capture my sentiments. It's a near-perfect device, if not for the lousy battery that I have to recharge every one or two days—that, with the wifi and bluetooth turned off, and the lights at level 13. Compare that with my trusted Kindle Paperwhite, whose battery lasts me weeks. I loaned the Paperwhite to my mother, who now uses it to read John Calvin's The Institutes.  I'm reading The Best Short Stories 2023: The O. Henry Prize Winners edited by Lauren Groff. I discovered this collection because I'd just read The Haunting of Hajji Hotak by Jamil Jan Kochi in The New Yorker. Terrific storytelling. Now a fan, I looked him up and discovered that his story appears the 2023 O. Henry anthology. My favorites in that collection so far include Dream Man by Cristina Rivera Garza, The Locksmith by Grey Wolf LaJoie, Happy Is a Doing Work by...