Headlines for Monday:
- Being Filipino (101 words)
- Falling in love with poetry: Viva Shel Silverstein! (285 words)
- Looking at the puzzle pieces (139 words)
|C||X||Blog about Shel Silverstein|
|C||X||Blog about sinigang|
|A||X||Read academic papers|
|A||X||Add paging (research)|
|A||X||Deadline 04.16 - CASCON technical abstract (research)|
|A||X||Catch up with blogs|
|A||X||Send Diego Rivera revised document|
|A||X||Check Luis' blog post|
|C||C||@2030-2200 Tango practica BA1255 near Mega Bites?|
|A||X||Bibs Figueroa's birthday|
One of the things J- did this weekend was visit a Filipino family (A-'s). J said she had four bowls of "si.. sini..."
"Sinigang!" I said. Ah, sinigang. How could I not remember all the good times I shared with my barkada over a pot of sinigang, whether it had meat or just vegetables? (Heh.)
And to think that J loves sinigang too.
Moments like these make me wish I could poke all the people who feel insecure about our culture... =)
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J was reading a book on smoking because she had vowed never to smoke and she wanted to learn more about it. The big words tired her, though, so she put the book aside. It seemed like a good time to bring out the books I bought last week, just in case she'd find one of them entertaining. Mr. Popper's Penguins drew a smile, Lemony Snicket was a clear no-go (she didn't like the books), and Shel Silverstein...
Well, I was *planning* to show her the book, but as is usually the case with Shel Silverstein and similar poets, I got sucked into it myself. I flipped open to a random page and started reading a poem out loud. And naturally I *had* to read the next one, and the next one, and then I looked up and J was peering over my shoulder, and then she was saying the words along with me, and then I had to sit half off my chair in order to let her sit with me and read, and then she insisted on reading all the short poems, and then W got into the act as well, and then J's foot fell asleep and she hopped to the couch in the living room, and then we all curled up on the couch and read these hilariously silly poems (polar bear in the Frigidaire!) until W declared that it was time for J to go to bed. J nodded, but kept silently reading the book (which by now had ended up on her lap). I couldn't help but grin.
I love it when enthusiasm is infectious.
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My life is giving me bits and pieces of something that's worth thinking about.
Piece: Introducing J earlier to the joys of Shel Silverstein was a wonderful demonstration of the infectious power of enthusiasm and the value of right timing.
Piece: The book I'm reading about internal marketing (Light Their Fire) talks about how enthusiasm - passion - is part of building the best internal brands. The book I read before that (Better Than Perfect) was about how certain people can excel and lift up everyone around them.
Piece: To help me understand myself and plan my own career, Stephen Perelgut asked me earlier what I would do if I didn't have to think about money.
Stephen said that I'd make a good developer. That would be straightforward. But there's this side of me that refuses to be ignored...
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