Thursday, November 7, 2024

Great finds!

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Monday, October 28, 2024

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 Christian Life

Read the entire article and listen to the Chopin waltz played by Lang Lang here.

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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 who looked like TV personalities, mothers and grandmothers in daster, teenagers in basketball jerseys and oversized university t-shirts, and children with unspent energy, cheering, whistling, clanging their kitchen wares. In the subdued afternoon light, as the sun was about to set, I could observe my neighbors with greater clarity. There were human inhabitants to units I thought were empty. A twenty-something year-old man, who looked like a computer programmer, occupied the exact replica of our own place, except that it was in Tower 2. He was living a parallel existence and probably woke up to the same walls and cabinets, the same sliding door and brown sofa bed. Did he, I wondered, also have the washing machine inside the bathroom? I could make out the outlines of those who lived in Tower 1, which was built on the other end of the Olympic-sized pools. I looked for a classmate from med school who owned a place there. But I did not recognize any of the people I saw, did not know them by name, because this was Metro Manila, where neighbors in condominium units were bound to be strangers to one another. But that day, outside our balconies, we were knit together by a common, invisible thread and the realization that we were all in this together. In the act of banging our pots and pans, we were willing ourselves to hope.

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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.

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Saturday, October 26, 2024

Tolkien and Tatay

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 (The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, edited and selected by Humphrey Carpenter). Tatay was not a writer of letters but I could hear him—see remnants of his fatherly advice—in Tolkien's letters to his sons. He was, like Tolkien, a man who found deep friendship with his children. Tatay was a keeper of close friends. After his early morning visits to the farm, he'd spend the day at home, tending to repairs and feeding his brood of sons, take an afternoon nap, then head out for afternoon coffee with his kumpares. Often he'd bring one of us with him, usually the gullible third-born, because Tatay's enjoyment of the afternoon wouldn't maximal without any of his family around. After coffee, he'd always buy something on his way home—pan de sal or cinnamon bread from the KCC bakery, or whatever he could find his hands on—then regale Nanay and his children with stories over the dinner table. He insisted that we all eat together. "Hindi na magpatawag!" he'd say, because our young eyes were glued to the TV, indifferent to the preciousness of the after-school routine, unable to grasp that one day we'd cease to hear his speaking voice, for he would leave his terrestrial world ahead of us, leaving a perpetual emptiness in our hearts. 

But today, we remember. 

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Friday, October 25, 2024

Happy birthday, Mervyn!

Birthday boy, Mervyn Leones

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! 

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Bagets na bagets

Panelists!

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. 

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Monday, October 21, 2024

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

5th CNF workshop!

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 (6:00 p.m.-9:00 p.m. via Zoom) across four weeks. Part I, from October 30-31, 2024 will consist of lecture-discussions on the Art of Writing and Close-Reading Creative Nonfiction. Part II, from Nov. 20-Nov. 28, will consist of workshop discussions on the fellows’ submitted creative work. The culminating program on Nov. 29, 2024 will be held onsite at De La Salle University.

For more information, please email bnscwc@dlsu.edu.ph.

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Why typewriters are having a renaissance

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 many years ago, meant to be hammered and used every day. I hope I do them justice. 


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Sunday, October 20, 2024

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. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

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).

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Monday, October 7, 2024

Lake Street Dive!

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."

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My Kindle Oasis

Kindle oasis

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 Arinze Ifeakandu, Elision by David Ryan, and Xífù by K-Ming Chang. 

Now, where is my charger?

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Sunday, September 29, 2024

Congratulations to the Rotor Awards for Literature finalists!

2024 Rotor Awards

2024 Rotor Awards


I had so much fun writing the story. The process took me at least two to three months, since I'm a slow writer. I lived in my character's head during those times. After submission (because at some point, I just had to accept that there would always be errors in grammar or syntax, and improvements could always be made), I'd almost forgotten all about the story, the way I would temporarily forget about my students the moment the semester ends and a new one begins. I had, in a sense, already moved on. 

Last Friday I received the news from my chat groups that my work is a finalist to this prestigious competition. It was when I'd remembered "Nap9" again. 

What amplifies my joy is seeing friends on this list: Dr. Elvie, who had just won a Palanca for a children's short story, and whose poetry I adore; and Dr. Mich, whose novel ("Before High School Ends") I have yet to read. Shipping seems to take a very long time, and I can't wait to read her young adult fiction.

In the non-fiction category, I'm glad to see the names of Dr. Rey, who excels in both fiction/non-fiction categories, having published his stories in the Free Press; and Ma'am Sonia, who was a mentor during my training in Internal Medicine at the Philippine General Hospital, and whose work was included in a post-pandemic special issue of The Filipino Internist. 

The reward of writing is the process of living in my created world. In my imaginations, I am grasping for the tone and words to share with the reader what I see and hear from that window of life. This is then followed by the satisfaction of having written. But I am thrilled—and for this, I give thanks to God Almighty, from Whom all the great stories emerge—to be recognized. 

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Monday, September 2, 2024

Typecast 14: Traveling with high school friends

 Typecast 14: Traveling with high school friends


(Click image to enlarge. I used a Hermes Baby 3000 to write this.)

The first order of business when I return from a trip is to write about it. 

I get asked what my favorite travel destination is. I say it's the most recent trip I'd been to.

My answer is invariably the same, but also varies depending on what time the question is asked. For instance, if you ask me that now, my answer would be Taipei, because that's where I traveled for the first time with my high school friends. I had been to Taiwan before, but with different people. They were my residency batch mates in PGH Internal Medicine, to celebrate the end of residency, in 2018 I loved those times, and I miss those people. I bought a fountain pen in the city, a piston filler that has cracks now but can still be coaxed into renewed usefulness.

This recent trip with high school friends was conceived of during a baptismal party in Marbel. Daphny, Vanessa, and Willie were seated on the same table. I broached the subject of travel. Find a good price for a round trip ticket, book early enough, and block the date in the calendar. I tend to delegate these tasks to others: I’m an ambitious thinker, with very little follow-through. Katty overheard us. We didn’t include Katty because she had children. Mothers live jn a vastly different world, have a different priorities. But Katty, who had just given birth at that time, seemed determined to come with us. We also dragged Christopher along. He wasn’t around, but we couldn’t imagine this trip without him.

We may have forgotten about the trip or the booking, until someone reminded us we had tickets. By this time our small group was swimming in deadlines and work, the stuff of mature life, ambition, and need. As the busiest among us, I said I'd go through with the trip. The tickets had been booked, after all. Sayang naman. I had blocked off my calendar. I did not schedule chemotherapy sessions or out-patient cliinics during that time. Perhaps it was my resolve that reminded everyone in the chat group—which was how we had been communicating—to take a step off our real lives and take a quiet moment to see another part of the world (literally and figuratively).

On the day of our flights, Katty and Willie were in my dining room, having breakfast at my house. We were driving to the airport together. Our flight to Manila was in the afternoon. I had to do some rounds. I saw patients in the clinic who were only too happy to shoo me away. They said, “Have fun, Doc, you deserve it." I love my patients and am grateful for their lives. 

In the evening we flew to Taipei. Christopher, who always likes doing things at the very last minute, met us at NAIA. He did not get left behind. He is notorious for missing his flights. We had two glorious days of laughter and catching up. Then Daphny and Vanessa, who had to rebook their flights because of work commitments—Daphny’s job interview, Vanessa’s new work environment—eventually met us in the bustling Taiwan capital, and it felt like it was high school again. In a way, we were the same people, but different.

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Sunday, September 1, 2024

September na

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Sunday, August 18, 2024

Oasis, Gone Girl, and Small Mercies

I bought a Kindle Oasis from Amazon because it was on sale. As far as I know, Amazon has discontinued making Oasis. That almost always thrills me—the collection of things that will soon disappear. Like typewriters. 

Kindles are wonderful devices. I've had my Kindle Paperwhite for seven years; it works just as well as when it had first arrived. But I was curious about the Oasis. I like real buttons to click when I turn pages. The physicality of reading gives me pleasure, like the turning of the pages, or the smell of books, both old and new.

How does Oasis compare with Paperwhite? The Oasis offers a more premium reading experience—warm light, better screen, and the buttons you can actually click. Then there's the ergonomic design: the uneven surface at the back that juts out for your hand to grab. It feels like reading an actual book. But the battery life is lousy. As someone who reads for hours each day, the Oasis gets drained after three days. I do not relish the ritual of charging my devices. In comparison, I can use the Paperwhite for weeks without ever charging it. I like that its back is in plastic, which feels more comfortable to my hand (I have bouts of hyperhidrosis), compared to the Oasis' aluminum surface. 

In the end, I'd very much prefer the Paperwhite. I do not regret buying the Oasis. It is still a wonderful device. It would have been much, much better if it had a longer battery life.

Now that the review of the Kindles are done, let me tell you about the two books I've read in my Oasis. 

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, which was an absolute delight. 

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And Small Mercies by Dennis Lahane, which was the kind of fast-paced book that felt like watching a film.

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Saturday, August 10, 2024

Lolo inside a Seoul café

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I saw him napping and browsing his phone.

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Friday, August 9, 2024

CALL FOR APPLICATIONS: 
The Fifth La Salle National Creative Non-Fiction Writers’ Workshop for Health Care Professionals & Medical Interns
. Deadline: September 30, 2024


CNF Workshop 2024

The previous La Salle National Creative Nonfiction Writers’ Workshop for Doctors has been re-designed as a hybrid two-part workshop. It is also now open to writers among Health Care Professionals (Physicians, Nurses, and allied Medical Professionals) and Medical Interns. The workshop is focused on Creative Nonfiction narratives (in prose or poetry), based on personally experienced or witnessed true-to-life stories, which are well-told using fictional techniques.

Applications for the 10 competitive national workshop fellowships is now open for the 5th La Salle National Creative Nonfiction Writers’ Workshop for Health Care Professionals and Medical Interns. The deadline for submission of applications is on September 30, 2024.

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 (6:00 p.m.-9:00 p.m. via Zoom) across four weeks. Part I, from October 30-31, 2024 will consist of lecture-discussions on the Art of Writing and Close-Reading Creative Nonfiction. Part II, from Nov. 20-Nov. 28, will consist of workshop discussions on the fellows’ submitted creative work. The culminating program on Nov. 29, 2024 will be held onsite at De La Salle University. 

Marjorie M. Evasco, DLSU’s Writer-in-Residence and Professor Emeritus of Literature, is the workshop director. She will be joined by Drs. Joey A. Tabula and Lance Isidore Catedral as panelists.

Submit the application portfolio here: https://bit.ly/5thLasalleNationalCNFWorkshop2024.

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Tuesday, August 6, 2024

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