Married

The "I dos" have been said and the honeymoon's come and gone. Most of March was a blur -- but a very joyous one.

Will be back and blogging again from the other side of April.

[Credit: Photograph by John Mateos Ong.]

Matrimony

Photograph by John Mateos Ong's team at Imagine Nation Photography.

Shift Happens

A little something that my dad came across recently and promptly shared. While it's a little slow for my taste -- and lacks that "it" factor which would have really brought it over the top -- it does live up to its objective of starting conversations about the kind of world we live in.

For more information or to join the conversation, check out the Shifthappens wiki.

Such Is Life

Three relatively unrelated bits of information:

• I am a fan of U2.
  
  
• I am currently a graduate student at Fordham University, having spent the better part of three years studying at the University's Rose Hill campus.
  
  
• Right now, I've returned to Manila in order to (among other things) work on my dissertation, on the premise that it's helpful to be close to where the data is.

Now to put the above into context, I received an announcement in my Fordham inbox that informed me of the following:

Oh the injustice! Not only were they scheduled to be in New York, but they were scheduled to play at Fordham. Right around where I went to class. For free to Fordham students. And just for the occasion, classes across the University were cancelled around the time of the performance.

I've said before that anything the least bit interesting that happens in New York takes place when I'm not around.

The defense rests, your honor.

On the bright side, about a day or so after the performance-I-unfortunately-missed, I caught it on TV. Truly, it was a sight to behold: Bono and company playing in front of the Fordham community against the backdrop of Keating Hall -- where I'd taken a couple of classes -- on a chilly Friday morning.

So sure, I got to see it. And because I knew the setting very well it felt ever so slightly more than just another concert replayed on TV. Yet even then, it still wasn't the same.

#365

It took four years to come up with 365 posts for this blog. To put it another way, it's almost as if every four years spent in the real world translated into a year online -- assuming, I logged on to write and update the site at least once a day.

In this regard, modern technology is a wonder. More than ever, we are now able to literally live parallel lives online. Obviously, many people have caught on to this, with any number of online avatars, identities, usernames and personas being adopted on the internet on a regular basis (such is its charm, after all). But it also allows us to "timeshift" our lives by keeping an electronic record of our online activities, no matter how brief or infrequent. Naturally, the "brief" and "infrequent" tend to aggregately amount to sizeable amounts of time.

So time flows much more slowly for me on this blog. I wonder if it'll ever catch up with real life.

Can't Touch This

Saw this around the neighborhood. It's probably old news -- in fact, there were identical stickers on other nearby Stop signs, but I never noticed it until I drove by this one. While I frown upon the defacing of public property, at least whoever did this had a sense of humor.

Oh, and if you don't get the joke (either from the picture or the title of the post)? Well that's just my age showing.