Stream of Consciousness

J.D. Salinger Dies at 91. R.I.P.

I survived the miseries of high school by being schmartsy. It helped that my dark period in literacy (marked by Sweet Valley Kids, Twins, and Babysitter’s Club) hit me when I was 9. When I entered high school at 14, not wanting to call attention to myself, and finding most of my colleagues petty with their need for boyfriends, attention, what have you’s, I used intellectual snobbery to make up for my insecurities. I started reading “real” books as opposed to the romance novel drivel that my classmates preferred. Jessica Zafra was the main protein of my bitchery, and then there was Holden Caulfield in Catcher of the Rye. I found comfort in his criticism of “phonies”, it served as my prozac because I wasn’t psychologically damaged enough for medication.

Several years and a lit-related degree later, I figured that if ‘Catcher’ were published today, I would have dismissed it as another published blog. Still, it served its purpose, it was the one friend that I felt understood me when nobody else did. I know that other angsty, angry teenagers feel the same way.

Thanks J.D. Salinger, for being one of the few highlights of early high school. While my books and outlook on life have changed, that never will.


A Toast to Archangel

powerbookg41Not pic of actual Archangel

My Archangel Powerbook G4 is now officially crippled. She survived a mild spill of water that made a few keys give out, and for months before that an inch of screen flickers on and off depending on the angle. It’s a good thing I was mentally prepared to save up for a more mobile laptop to lug around, and my Mum is entertaining the idea of purchasing another Mac in the near future.

Prior to being Archangel (I named her after a ship in the anime, Gundam Seed), it was previously owned and loved by another owner who gave it up to make way for a new one.

Archangel accompanied me through my super-senior year on MRT rides from school to home and back.She stored poems, scripts, papers, and readings. She was my best companion in my college’s study hall, and witness to some of my more memorable chats with my boyfriend in Chicago.

She was with me through a college-organized forum on Women’s rights, my first ESL job, Philippine Opera Company’s Master Class last October, and my first pitch for Pocketful of Kids. She has seen two or three countries, survived four boat rides, and two beaches. She was very close friends with my pink samsonite backpack, and often traveled with her.

In her final days she subbed for our desktop mac, Cylon, while we scrambled for a monitor to replace the older one used for Cylon. Archangel became familiar with my cat’s paws walking over the space bar, and at one point allowed her to type ‘Kill’ when my sister meant to look for Faith Hill mp3s.

What of Archangel now? Will she retire quietly next to my comatose Yukito iMac g3, or donate her parts for the betterment of another Mac user?

…I haven’t decided yet.

Good Old Glory Type Days

The video above comes from the off-Broadway production of Glory Days,  a musical about five boys who reunite at their old high school.

It has been over a year since I graduated college.I have been blessed in being kept busy, if not with theatrical rackets but with ESL teaching. I’ve been blessed, and am very thankful for having been spared months on standby or the job crunch especially in these difficult times!

It’s gonna be the first summer of my adult life, and for a minute I missed the prospect of having three months idling around. Then I remembered that since becaming active in theatre, it’s been a few years since my last idle summer! My last few summers were committed to one production or another, and they’ve hardly been idle. I can’t say I complained. Productions are exhausting but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It was a good kind of exhaustion that tucked me in at night. ‘Sides, in that heat, I got aircon I didn’t have to pay for!

So here’s to the summers I missed, and the working summers to follow!