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The Sunday Currently Vol. 31

Happy father’s day!


I haven’t actually been reading much of anything, aside from a few bits from the Jessica Hopper collection I mentioned the last time and a few Pocketed articles I’d been meaning to read for a while. I think I’m going to start using the linked profile to rec stuff I’ve read in a place other than Twitter, where it’s bound to get buried eventually, like the rest of my other stuff—which, thank God.


According to the to-do list I’ve bothered to keep today, I have to write a PR piece soon, and also a feature for something I’ve spent entirely too long on. I’ve also been writing some letters. If I owe you one, don’t worry. I’m working on it.


You know what, I’m still stuck here with Julien Baker’s Sprained Ankle, and considering it’s 9 tracks long with the longest song at 5:05—”Go Home” tapers off to a piano measure (is that what it’s called?) of “In Christ Alone” at around the 3:30 mark and intermingles with an accidental capture of a sermon on the radio—I think it’s safe to say that I’m stuck here for good.


I started to listen to her main band, Forrister (formerly known as The Star Killers), and Tara pointed out that the first part of the instrumentation of “Thank You Mr. Durden” sounds a lot like a part of Julien’s song, “Vessels,” which is a realization we both enjoyed.

Aside from Julien Baker, I gave St. Vincent’s Marry Me and Wet’s Don’t You. Right now, I’ve gone back to Deja Entendu (because Deja Entendu is forever). But mostly, it’s been. You know.


I finally finished Orphan Black and holy shit! I still don’t get a lot of the technicalities (this is why I usually don’t like it when A.I. or unexplained tech happens in a reality close to ours) but I think I understand enough of the plot, ha. I can’t wait for next season—but have they even shot it! It’s reportedly the last, and I’m going to miss Tatiana Maslany, but I think it’s probably time to say goodbye. I feel like Frodo otw to Mount Doom, as in “We’re going around in circles, Sam!”

I’ve also been mostly watching Veep (which is still great, if a little too absurd to be mirroring real life like this…) and following UnREAL, which is good, but gives me a little bit of anxiety, still. I don’t know. There’s something about it that’s unsettling to me, but I guess that’s the point.


Counterbalancing all of the shit is Supergirl, which has gained a little bit more gravitas at the point I’m at right now, both as a whole and in terms of the characters. Anyway, so Supergirl/Kara Danvers is the cutest, ever. This is based on factual evidence based on facts. Irrefutable!


Okay, so I thought about writing this piece on something very specific, and as it turns out, I don’t think I’m ready to do that just yet… Which is an unfortunate thing to realize about something you had been excited to write about. And this is intentionally vague, because of complicated things, but yeah. Lots to unpack before I pitch this idea.


Coffee. Always coffee. Then, there’s construction next door, so… that. Anyway, I lit a candle—Sunday—which is ironically not pictured here.



For a breather! But busy is good, if you’re making money (haha) or doing meaningful things (my true answer).


I just woke up two hours ago. I haven’t moved aside from parking my butt in front of the computer screen.


My Midori/Traveler’s Company set-up. I feel pretty organized and um, I guess not so rudderless. I think I just always needed paper and a pen—all the other cute additions (unnecessary color coding, etc) were distractions.



I think I want to be less tethered to the Internet, somehow. I don’t know. IS THAT POSSIBLE FOR A PERSON LIKE ME. WILL I FINALLY BE HAPPY.


Ahhh, to exercise. That’s a thing I’ve been neglecting! I’ve been walking a bit more now, though. I also need to eat better. And… more raket for savings/stuff I’ve been saving up for. Oh, and a bluetooth keyboard.


I don’t feel any sort of strong feelings, actually. So. It’s like. A pause. Something like that.



I actually did read a bunch of things that stick out in my consciousness right now. Let me regale you with my traipsing around the Internet.

My brother and a Noah. Have a great Sunday, etc. etc.

The Sunday Currently was originally created by SiddaThornton


February 2016: Part II

Jumping off from Part I of my February posts. And like, I don’t mean for this to happen, but it seems like my “dailies” posts always begin with a Recommended Food Place. In this instance, I’d like to commend Drive-By Taco Shop, located in Parañaque. I ordered two soft tacos—paprika shrimp and a Korean chicken one that seems like a new addition, so I don’t know if it’s a permanent item on the menu.

OK, so. This is so not my angle. Fun times with Beng, Bea V, Isa, and Abraham, who I hadn’t seen in years.


We spent the next day, February 13 (or Galentines, haha, so minus Abraham) at a very secluded beach! I don’t think we’re super beach people, so we mostly swam around and laid out in the sun when the water got too cold. Of course, we ate, too. I hadn’t been at the beach in a while, so I was really happy about this short trip.


It was so nice and quiet.

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Before and after sun exposure!

Then most of the third week of February was spent on the Art Fair, which I’ve linked in a hundred other blog posts (so I won’t right now, because uh, rebellion). Beng was featured in the Art Fair magazine we worked on for The Philippine Star—not nepotism. We asked people like gallerists to name artists they think should be on our young artists list, and Isa Lorenzo of Silverlens named Beng. :)


I like taking selfies with a sleeping Beng. I’m sure she hates it.

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Isa and Tata were some of the people who passed by!


You know what, I couldn’t tell you why I seem to like taking photos like this one but um, there’s an abundance in my camera roll, so hi.


On one of the Art Fair days, there was a party, sort of, at Cubao. I’ve only been a handful of times, but it’s one of my favorite places to be invisible and just watch people (like a creep, and also not really).

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So, my realization after sorting through my February photos is what I really miss my sister! Coincidentally, her birthday was last Saturday (the 11th), which makes her a Gemini, but I love her in spite of it, haha.

Also, my dad is convinced that Noah enjoys this kind of proximity. Even though he looks like that when he gets hugged. And also, I face-swapped with my dad and clearly, it is the most horrifying.

I have a lot of these shots in my phone. I like it when he cuddles next to or lies down near me, so I tend to document them. I had also started working some time this month, as evidenced by the sulfur dotting my stressed out face in the first picture.

Bonus More Noahs from February—A GREMLIN NOAH (such a weird face/expression? IDK) and a sleeping baby Noah—


February 2016: Part I

An exercise in time-travel. And responsible memory-keeping. Or something.

I still have a lot of backlog from 2015, and I know that I don’t have to post about everything/anything, but it just feels like a strange sort of limbo to keep snapping photos and letting them sort of fester in my phone. I somehow feel like this is probably part of the process of my processing, a necessary step so I can consider the stuff that’s been happening to me. Sort of, maybe. I don’t know.

Anyway, February feels very far away, but here we are.


Like my January post, let me start with a new food love: Precynct! It’s a cafe in The Grove, and it’s a little pricey, but I love a particular dish—the hummus toast—and a particular drink—the Bitter Burnt Better. I also enjoy their kaya toast a lot. Worked here with Raymond, Milan, and Maine. Been back a few times since!


We had family dinner at a nearby place after. And then we headed back to Precynt for coffee, because of course.


Elaine Navas’ Salt Water at Silverlens


Also, swung by Tita Elaine’s exhibit at Silverlens after a lunch with them and a bunch of other people at nearby Terry’s. To be honest, I’m going to be a fan of Tita Elaine’s work forever, but this water series is probably going to be my favorite work of hers. Titled Salt Water, this is a follow-up to another show she had at Silverlens a few years back. As you can see, these photos are from setting up—Salt Water was curated by Nilo Ilarde—and here is the write-up by Ringo Bunoan.


February was the first month I was completely free of day job duties, so I’d been working on a few things, such as:

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My jean jacket! Been slowly sewing on patches, but… yeah, it’s been slow-going mostly, heh.

My pieces for Mo_Space for the Art Fair

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My pieces for West for the Art Fair

I met with Don and Raymond to talk about CNN Philippines Life stuff a few weeks before I was scheduled to start. UM. I was also pretty active on Snapchat around this time. I’m not on it so much anymore; it’s still fun, but I got a bit tired catching up.


West Gallery shows

Here are some snapshots of the West shows in February, particularly of Liv Vinluan’s and Annie Cabigting’s.

And then here’s a bunch of Noahs from February.


Typing up this post made me want to be more deliberate in putting these things up as soon as possible, to be honest… Everything feels like a footnote, when, really, at the time they had been happening, they probably felt like the most important things. And, that’s really what’s worth preserving, I think.

Where I was last weekend.

The Sunday Currently Vol. 30


Currently reading a manuscript that has brought me to tears at least twenty times in the course of my reading it. I can’t wait for it to finally be out, to be honest, though of course, I’m still in the process of reading it.

In personal reading-list news, I’ve been (slowly) going through the books I’ve started reading before opening any other books — so, I recently finished Episodes with Wayne Thiebaud, which are essentially transcriptions of conversations with the artist, and also Aziz Ansari’s Modern Romance, which I started listening to in March — but, I’ve also started dipping into The First Collection of Criticism by a Living Female Rock Critic by Jessica Hopper, which has proven to be a really great read so far.


I have a few things drafted that are due next week, but I’ve also been trying to keep a list of things I want to write about, because I tend to forget my ideas. I think I’ve been wanting to be more deliberate in documenting thoughts and events — my mind has truly been scattered in the past years; don’t know why — so, I’ve been trying, but the reflex to take down what might be important in the future is not so strong just yet. But yes, trying.


I’ve been listening to a lot of old music I love, due to a tweet meme I didn’t anticipate would go on for as long as it’s been going, but I’ve mostly been listening to Julien Baker’s Sprained Ankle and Chance the Rapper’s Coloring Book, which probably don’t seem like they would go together very well. But both have been, um. Thematically-appealing to me, but more words on that later.

If I get around to it.


(Just kidding, I will.)

Both albums are on Spotify: Julien Baker’s Sprained Ankle | Chance the Rapper’s Coloring Book


Currently catching up on a lot of Supergirl I missed, kind of. I’d marathon it, but I think I have to spend my Sunday working on projects I should be finishing… Heh.


So, today’s the Philippines’ Independence Day. I have conflicting feelings about this — not necessarily about whether or not we deserve freedom (because we do), but if we have actually had it, if we still do. A Filipino’s relationship with the Philippines is, more often than not, complicated. This thought deserves more words, but I don’t have a lot to spare right now.


I’ve been a little obsessed with my perfume loot from Radioactive Mushrooms in the Forest, a shop by Wiji where she has been making perfume oils and natural sprays, among other things. I managed to ask her if she had any of her older scents in stock, and she had two of the three I was looking at. I like layering them, mostly applied on my pulse points—they help clear my head.

Although it’s not pictured here, I’ve been enjoying Mornings, too—it’s a natural perfume spray that smells like “a blend of coffee and oranges,” and there’s just something about it that I don’t think I’ve smelled before (not that I am particularly well-versed in the olfactory world).

(In the middle of writing this, I ended up lighting a candle by them, too! Hehe, like I said: obsessed.)


For peace, alas.


I’m not too anxious right now, so I’m mostly hoping for things to carry on not giving me anxiety, heh.


Mostly Julien Baker. To be honest.


I’m looking at some pretty rings; they’re raw crystals and set in copper. So pretty. It’s been an ordeal to try to consciously purchase and go against my hoarder ways, but I’m trying not to buy more than I need.


To be more responsible with money.


A little lightheaded, and also the onset of a very, very slight feeling of panic. So much for my hopes!


Love Letters: Hannah Reyes and pretty substantial proof that love is real
Julien Baker on Being Queer, Southern, Christian, and Proud

The Sunday Currently was originally created by SiddaThornton


Hello, it’s a Monday

Welcome, again, to another installment of my shitty titling practice, carried over from my LiveJournal days. I’m really trying—because it has become very hard to sift through old posts when all you have to go by are song lyrics stuck in your head at the time—but, I think you can tell how hard a time I’m having by the totally lackluster and, also pretty nondescript title.

But yes, trying.

Poems & perfume / 🍃 clean, sopy scent by @radioactivemushroomsitf — #CarinaReads2016

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Since I didn’t do The Sunday Currently yesterday (not that it’s a regular occurrence—overexplaining, again), on account of I was actually reading stuff, I wanted to talk a little bit about that. I finished two short books yesterday, a tiny, tiny Sappho volume—which was good, but I don’t think is a great overall representation, for obvious reasons—and a Wayne Thiebaud interview/conversation which totally inspired me, by way of making art for the act of making it. Like an exploration or something. I’m really not very trained with materials, especially working with mostly collages (so, found objects, paper, composition; not actual handling of mediums), so it was quite interesting to read about paint, how they handled it, and then wanting to try and learn about it by making stuff that no one has to see. If that makes sense. Different story, but something I thought about quite a bit, too.

And maybe it’s indulgent to have no sort of statement or political message or whatever, in the grand scheme of things, but there’s something exhilarating when you think about paint and paper and light, and what you can do with them.

The book is called Episodes with Wayne Thiebaud and it’s essentially a series of conversations with Eve Aschheim and Chris Daubert, and man, it really was pretty extensive. It’s mainly a transcript, but it was quite nice to read anyway. I loved his approach to art (being commercially-trained, and then living away from any sort of big “art locus” like New York later in his life) and the chismis about artists like Ad Reinhardt and Barnett Newman (as in suing because of name-calling, i.e. one likened the other to a prostitute), because of course I would enjoy that. (Sorry.)

Speaking of books, Penguin Books UK and Design Museum instigated #FontSunday yesterday, and you know, so many vintage covers were so clever. I wonder what happened to book design, on the whole… I mean, I still love a lot of book covers, obviously, and #NotAllBookCovers of yore were great, obviously, but it feels like there was something visually appealing and quite playful about old covers. I mean, I think so. Anyway, here are the covers I posted in participation:

I really can’t get over the Mendelsund ones for James Joyce. He blogged about that a little over here, but I had the pleasure of listening to him speak briefly about it (among other things!) about a year and a half ago when I went to the States. Petra asked if I wanted to hear him speak at McNally Jackson.

A creepy shot from 88 weeks ago. But Petra! And Peter Mendelsund!

I still listen to the conversation quite often (because I recorded it…) and hearing him shift careers well into his life from being a classical pianist—practicing from the age of 4!—to a pretty successful book designer (whose work I enjoy) is always an encouragement to me, she who is perpetually confused about what to do about life. In terms of my “purpose” (yech) and otherwise.

Also, this weekend, I saw The Blair Witch Project for the first time, and for a straight-up wuss, I was not as scared as I thought I would be. (Tintin will probably deny and say that I was buried quite low in my seat, but I will deny this.) The most horrific things about the screening were a) some post-Blair Witch occurrences that the producer, Kevin Foxe, disclosed, such as the actors not getting jobs when it aired because the distributors refused to correct their IMDB bios from “deceased” to, well, “alive and looking for work,” and of course, The Blair Witch Project 2, and b) it’s a Monday and I still feel fucking dizzy as shit.

I’d say that it still holds up pretty well, though perhaps as kind of a pioneering force in film and not so much a horror movie, though that’s probably because I know now that this wasn’t actually found footage, etc etc. When you try to make sense of it, the myth kind of falls apart on itself, but I think I would have been terrified for a good long while had I seen this as a kid. Though I may also have been too busy throwing up.

Do you think I want to be this kind of person? No, I do not. — #midori #mtn #mycapitalisthell

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I posted this photo a few days ago, and someone asked for my set-up. I actually still have a Hobonichi that I’ve given up trying to make my “planner” and is now a sort of diary/journal type thing for day-to-day things—when I remember to write in it—and a Sunday Paper Co planner for something else, but as for my Traveler’s Notebooks:

  • Black regular size: my newest one and has a blank Midori insert that’s more of a sketchbook/standard issue journal for when I’m feeling wordy and/or restless, and also a “big” Field Notes insert that is my general “bullet journal” for the year. I had been using a large Leuchtturm 1917 but I got tired of bringing it around, because it was heavy and had a lot of unnecessary information for day-to-day planning, so I transferred data out of that and into the FN, and that’s what I’m working with right now. This mostly stays at home unless I know I have time to draw and write aimlessly.
  • Brown passport: has 1 Field Notes insert (currently using a “reticle-graph,” which is a cross between graph and dot grid) that’s basically a catch-all notebook, and a plastic zipper case that acts as my wallet, pretty much.
  • Star Ferry/camel passport: has a Field Notes weekly agenda insert for forward-planning, and a Field Notes ledger insert as a daily bullet journal for tasks, both are from the Ambition edition from 2014

If you have any questions about this or anything else, let me know. I’m the type of person who enjoys very detailed set-up posts, but I don’t know about you.

I have a few things planned for the week, and I’m already dreading it. I think writing this is my act of self-sabotaging rebellion, because I did indeed have other things I should have taken care of, but you know. My anxiety has been off-the-charts recently, and I’d like to blame The Blair Witch Project for my prolonged nausea, but I know that it’s something else. I’m looking to see someone about it. Soon, I hope. I just have to get these other real life things I have to do out of the way.