I once wore pixie short glasses and yellow rimmed hair

This story was first emailed to me as subscription to an online magazine that does not exist in print here in the Philippines. I was smitten by the title. Further intrigued by the name of the author, I googled his name, found his myspace, and read his blog. I found that his face was nothing short of gorgeous, but with the way he writes, Jamie is more than just a beautiful face. But this isn't about Jamie. Nor is it about the bands who help him get the word out about Love. Nor is it about the amazing t-shirts that get the word out about this movement that says "Rescue is Possible".

It's about Renee. Ultimately though, it's about hope.

Found this nifty little link a few moments ago. Being visual about your vocabulary is awesome.

A press release I wrote last week for Illac Diaz, whose advocacy and action is just too hard to ignore. There is more found here and here.

Shout out to: JANA!

Super Mario fans have all grown up as it seems.

That, and my Stumble! addiction is on me like crack.

Your Shot Rules is a daily photography contest for the National Geographic Magazine. Anyone may have a chance to be published online or on print. Doesn't mean that you'll get royalty, but what the hey, it's National Geographic!

I discovered this site today from a trail that led me link after link in the delightful world that is the internet.

Passive aggressiveness is just too much of a waste not to be put on paper and shared for everyone to divulge in. I myself have felt the urge to make a note such as the things posted and mailed to the maintainers of the site.

Oh joy

By way of Facebook application involving pimping your profile with hand bags, I came across a link from Kate Spade's website. She's got a lot of interesting things going on, including ingeniously clever Halloween costumes. If ever I go trick or treating next year, I'll go as a run-on sentence. It's clever in all ways: it's witty, and all that running around will compensate for all that candy. But I digress.

Kate Spade suggests that for the fall, (or when you're bored in the fall) to go read your dictionary. And she means cover to cover. She means this by posting the link to radicalacademy.com.

The dictionary is an amazing thing indeed. I developed a fixation for it by looking up name definitions on our Merriam-Webster. Freddie Santos demanded that we know our vocabulary very well. (I wish I had this kind of enthusiasm when I was a lazy lit major). My mother always name-dropped Mr. Webster as if surrendering to my impertinent questions for definition (it shall be an Asian mother-daughter Immigrant Discourse as to this difference). Mortimer Adler writes about how little we know about words. It really is the same way we know so little about our own names. (Thus is an attempt to going full circle in this post. But go read the article anyway.)

David Enns was pondering on his purpose in life and stumbled upon a video of a French man dressed in an orange jump suit with horns attached to it. He thought it was fascinating. He left his career as a member of a worship team and an a capella member and decided to make an innovative use of his multiple music degrees and be awesome at making awesome horn music with a wild streak of orange to be:

Dave the Horn Guy.

Within days of starting out as a performer in a horn-adorned orange jump suit, the Jay Leno show called him to perform and everything started from there.

He honks full time now, performing at half-time shows and corporate events. Recently, he was a contestant in "America's Got Talent."

Ah basta. Ang galing niya.

Paul Gilbert knows how to waste time and have fun (not in that order).



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Short fiction by Jeffrey Ford.
A friend pined and sighed online for someone to talk about it, and I was available; he sent me the link, and I did not know what to expect.

Nakakaloka.

I think this is what my Brit chat buddy means when he said "it had a lot of acrobats in it," talking about the performance of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" earlier this year. I thought that it was the acrobats that made it special, but this is something to behold.

Blurbs hail it is "sexy", "beautiful", "enchanting" and "funny." Of course, the video shows all that, but I sure wish I can see this.

Yes and no. Yes, it's about porn; and no, there isn't any. While on the surface, it's about two pastors who have a mission for reaching out to the people in the porn industry, what it's really all about is loving people regardless, and helping them out of the downward spiral of being caught. I like porn, but I don't love it as much as I love what xxxchurch stands for.

Oh, and you've got to love a bible that is colored yellow and pink and says "Jesus Loves Porn Stars" on the cover. I'm going to get myself one soon.

Shooting War is a graphic novel about war. It's set 5 years from now, so the issues in this story are still relevant. I agree with what reviews say about it being "scary smart." The possibilities that this story presents are eerily close to current news headlines, and the humor is quick. I love it when a special cameo appearance makes its way somewhere in the chapters. Laughing at that REALLY made me feel smart. Warner Brothers are picking up "Shooting War," and plans to publish it as a book may push through sometime in the year, making it WB's first graphic novel in the market.

Another mp3 blog. While it's blogger, Paul Irish, minimally offers a rather small sampling, everything he posts are worth downloading. My favorite downloads from this site were stuff from his Summer Soundtrack. He tends to upload jazz stuff, and a lot of genre-bending material. Recently, he uploaded a world music/electronica sample from National Geographic. Jomi Massage, who is currently still on the site, is an amazing, amazing peice of work.

A church in Michigan, and one of the things I stumbled upon online in 2006 that also happened to save my life. Rob Bell, their teaching pastor is in his early 30s, fronted a punk rock band while in seminary, and is a huge Bono fan. I'm love with Rob Bell. I'd Google him and Sufjan Stevens all night. But I digress...Mars Hill is the kind of church that makes God relevant in these times.

Ah basta. Crush ko ang utak ni Rob Bell.

An mp3 blog where I get most of my stuff from. I love mp3 blogs. Such a hipster thing to run...This one includes nice little reviews for your discretion. Lovely.

I found this site on a radome blog search one afternoon. I clicked the Blogger button "next blog," but I was so gripped by its design (which isn't what you see now) that I had to go back. The side panel had a link area that encourages you to read the whole thing chronologically. I did just that, and I was hooked, waiting for updates every 5 minutes by hitting refresh. The blogger hasn't been updating lately, but her story is still worth revisiting. She is working to have her story published, and a movie rumor floated around the forums for some time. But it's ONE AWESOME STORY. It's all real too.

This site saved my sanity in 2006. I must admit that they can irreverent, they can be total jackasses, but what gives Steve and Josh that extra Christian kick is this their honesty, and I can say that that is what SCP taught me. As a disenchanted evangelical, these guys helped me come to terms with coming clean with the thing that I love and hate at the same time: church.