Thursday, January 29, 2015


Paul at Paul

Finally tried Paul

Love the interiors

The worst Tuna Sandwich ever! It tasted like it was way past its expiration date. The baguette wasn't warm, it's suppose to be stone-ish in a warm edible way, not like this. No doubt the best Tuna Sub is still Subway's (and cheap)!

The best fucking strawberry cheesecake/shortcake slice I have ever tasted. The texture of the cheese was so light it gave me an obvious cake-gasm! The ladyfingers on the side was how it was suppose to be-soft. The entire white stuff from which the strawberry sits tasted sweet, and creamy. You won't notice the cheese at all. 

Editors of Phaidon Press' The Art Book and The Photo Book

These two books are fucking amazing! Such a compact feast for the eyes. Every page brings the reader to another era, another master, another method, another century, another medium, another world, it's such a wonderful gift. I hope no one buys it so that I can always look through it when I go for my weekly stroll.

Libertarianism in medicine

Compelling. Necessary. Eye-Opener.

I only buy one kind of Mochi from this store: MATCHA 抹茶 ! The stall's Mochi creams are yummy. The one from their cafe contains very minimal green tea. Buy from their stalls!

2015 Artist Residency Program: Antonio Paucar

LARA (Latin American Roaming Art) is here! And the Met Manila has made it possible!
Berlin-based Peruvian performance artist Antonio Paucar is here! Visit his works currently exhibited at the MET!

Antonio, Met President, and the Consul-General of Peru


The interpreter  

Question time! Antonio's more comfortable with German-he has been there for a long time. He studied there. He lives there. The woman in green is the interpreter.
Kuya's enjoying the post-modern work.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Craft Coffee Revolution

My friend was like, "Let's have coffee somewhere sometime," and I was like "Great! Starbucks Wednesday then." He was like "NO-THAT'S NOT GOOD." He violently opposed my preference for Starbucks coffee. I guess for him, I was a victim of the deceit of Starbuck's allure-its cultural product. The main thing about Starbucks is the lifestyle-that is their product. The "public becomes private" is the commodity. Anyway, Naomi Klein's No Logo can explain it better. 

To my friend, my support, and preference, for Starbucks, which hasn't wavered is the coffee equivalent of a fashion crime. In this case a coffee crime. I could hear his thoughts going wild with: "How dare you defame coffee with faux liquids of that place?" 

He took me to the country's "best coffee place" "winner of awards" local, and international. Owned by a Singapore-trained coffee artisan. It's beyond. He took me to the one near St. Luke's Q.C.. It was a small cozy space with an industrial/coffee warehouse feel. There was a nicely lit bar past the few seats. The toilet's funny in a cute way. At that time the place was filled with yuppies, students, and bourgeois burnouts. 

The Latte, and Cappuccino, I had was to die for! I had a Rachel Zoe moment: It was fucking bananas! My friend was right. The Latte I had didn't have a burnt taste, and the there was a natural sweetness to it. It didn't pain my throat even though I choked it down as fast as I could after my first elegant sip. 

The Tuna Empanada was so soft and light, it way beyond yummy! I'm sure next time I'll try their cakes!

I thanked my friend for introducing this new place to me. However, I'm still not gonna jilt Starbucks. 

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Nabila Ramdani, Tim Willcox, and the BBC

The BBC's Dateline London is a weekly show that features a roundtable discussion, with a moderator-usually Gavin Esler, and four or five journalists (hailing from everywhere, English-speaking being the condition) discussing critical news stories. The appeal of this show is the free-style approach it has on debates between journalists that don't necessarily always share the same opinions, backgrounds, ideologies, or even values. On a single topic, thanks to the limited structure in place, the viewer not only gets acquainted with a new perspective, but is injected with a tad of neuroticism owing to the fact that in real time, interpretations are being reevaluated, adjusted, discovered, and destroyed. It's part-casual, part-coffee-table-ish, part-formal (in the most eccentrically British way). In this show, the journalists, shed their reporter-roles, and freely discuss how they perceive a story. A benefit of this really, is that thoughts that were victims of editor's vetoes, gets revealed.

The conversational chemistry of the panelists, doesn't always mix well. There has been multiple occasions, wherein an episode was disastrously tepid, reactive, disorienting, due to the lack of flow, and vigor, from the selected panelists for that week. On the other hand, there are moments, when you wished the 30 minutes allotted to the weekly show was a full 2 hour spot, just for the sheer vivacity, and quality, of the words endlessly interrupting each other's mouths. 

I used to watch this show religiously, every Sunday, Manila time, I would enjoy it along with my midday snack. Those were the days when I wasn't more informed yet of the things I now know. It is part of the process of learning, the adjustment of tastes. It is an evolutionary inevitability. But on occasion I still passively watch it over lunch. The difference now is I'm irritated by the legitimization of dishonesty, hypocrisy, and myopia. The xenophobia, anti-Semitism, rationalizations, collectivism, and most of all, inaccuracies, embodied within the questions, and the opinions of panelists, is enough to make one nauseous, and worried, over the trajectory of this once venerable institution-the BBC. 

I'm not solely referring to Dateline herein, in totality, is my subject of discontent, and disappointment. That when examined closely, I shouldn't be really surprised, as, if one quits beating around the bush, the BBC is a national institution. However, I still prefer it over many other international outlets, as relatively speaking it is one of the best-if not the best-publicly funded (via the television license levied on every household) news organization in the world. It hasn't totally sunk yet in quality-relative to its competitors. Its documentaries are still awe-inspiring, and an absolute delight to watch. Its news coverage from select anchors and reporters is what is troublesome. 

Do I love the BBC? Yes! Resoundingly! I care about it that's why I worry about its trajectory, and where it's headed. Do I want it privatized? Absolutely! It's the only way it can survive unblemished, and respectable, in a world where the media is becoming more decentralized (a development that's positively amazing). For this venerable cultural institution to survive (just like the NHS) it must be privatized. Or else, it will continue to wither as a result of national considerations via internal squabbles, and political interference. Its independence will continue to be compromised if this trend isn't curtailed as soon as possible. Google NHS weaponization-if you want understanding on this one.

I will provide two concrete worrying symptoms of the BBC's ailment. 

1.) Nabila Ramdani

Why she's constantly invited as a guest is bewildering to me. She has no sense of basic or even fake objectivity. She's more concerned with more privileges granted to the "Algerian victims" of her country than with reality, or journalism.  But because she possess a story and credentials that are simply irresistible to the chattering classes of Europe, she's a star. In an obviously condescending, and patronizing way. She's a favorite among the politically correct crowd in the Anglosphere. This French journalist is addicted to Jews! Talk about Syria? Nabila would respond, "It's Israel's fault." Islamic Fundamentalism? N.'s response, "Israel is fueling the hatred." So it's justified then to attack violently? To harm individuals? To justify coldblooded murder of innocent human beings?

She is a classical Anti-Semite from the Left.  She was interviewed before the marches républicaines in Paris. She said that Netanyahu's presence was "controversial" and questions the seriousness of the affair. She didn't condemn the presence of Turkey's Foreign Minister, nor of Algeria's, the President of the Palestinian Authority, and above all Saudi Arabia's Ambassador. These personalities come from states that are truly oppressive, unfree, atrocious  illiberal, undemocratic, and racist.  Yet, her Anti-Semitism is clouding her judgement. It's impossible that someone who has an educational background from Paris' Diderot-7, and the London School of Economics, isn't aware of these universally acknowledged objective facts. But as I've said, perhaps it is possible in her case, after all she has no sense of proportion, nor objectivity (or civility for that matter).  

2.) Tim Willcox

Another Anti-Semite. He has been defended by his boss in the BBC, as "having no intention of..." We will never know a person's true intention, that's why we have a saying right? Action speaks louder than words. Tim Willcox needs to be relieved of his work from the BBC. Tim Willcox's logic is bizarre, where did the BBC pick up this idiotic bigot?

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Friday, January 2, 2015

Pic-Note: Hanukkah, Christmas, and New Year's Eve

The food was pure heaven. The meal was beyond satisfaction, my saliva flew out of my mouth, and thankfully landed on my plate, the moment the sweet and sour fish chunk landed on my tongue. Everything was fab, except for the insane service charge! To think their service was the exact opposite of their food. They forgot some orders, it took a while to get seated even if the restaurant wasn't full, there was no inquiry about what we thought about the food, but all of that I ignored, for they definitely made up for it through the quality of their food, but still that amount is more expensive than a venti drink in Starbucks! Or was more expensive than our taxi fare!

Yummy...look at him, all fresh after his workout..."I would like to order one Paul tonight, ohh and I'll have that to go, I'll be enjoying it in bed"
Meow...what a yummy dessert treat from the universe.

Coffee afterwards, my ward-off-the-paparazzi look.


I should take the lighting from that spot wherever I go.

My favorite gift.

Instead of keeping solely for myself my Hanukkah and Christmas money-gifts, I decided to donate a portion of it to my favorite Jewish magazine, as a Hanukkah gift.

I encourage you to do the same. Support your causes. Support my causes. I'm very grateful that access to their website is still free, factoring in their quality, and traffic volume, just like the Guardian.

How I wish it's always like this in Manila. I took my usual stroll, I knew the streets would be deserted as they usually are during holidays. It was so peaceful, the only people I ran into in the sidewalks were bohemian street-dwellers, homeless people, and tourists. 

Intramuros. Luneta. Ermita.