Trying to make sense of something tragic (we're but puny beings)

Been re-reading Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. The story just breaks my heart into tiny little pieces. I feel for Oskar, who is trying to make sense of having lost his dad in the 9/11 tragedy. How do you get over losing someone as great as your own father? How does a super smart 9-year-old atheist cope with the senselessness of the event, as he believes things don't have a reason? How do you cope; how do you even replace the void? 


Safran Foer's way of narrating is reason enough to pick up the book. He doesn't go into melodrama territory. He uses cool visual devices (yes, this is not a novel without pictures). While Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close tackled a very serious and touchy event, humor and dry wit were always present in his paragraphs and dialogues, pinching your heart all the more and making you just about ready to cry buckets. I love that Oskar wasn't just a plainly sappy or a very very angry character. That's how it is in real-life, right? When tragedy strikes, we intersperse the funny with the sad. 


Some of my favorite moments from the first two chapters:  

• The teakettle and wanting to train his anus to talk when he farted so that it can say, "Wasn't me!"
• That paragraph about his first jujitsu class, which was also his last because he refused to ruin the jujitsu master's privates.
• From the last time Oskar was tucked in bed by his father,

"Dad?" "Yeah?" "Could you tell me a story?" "Sure." "A good one?" "As opposed to all the boring ones I tell." "Right." I tucked my body incredibly close into his, so my nose pushed into his armpit. "And you won't interrupt me?" "I'll try not to." "Because it makes it hard to tell a story." "And it's annoying." "And it's annoying."   

The moment before he started was my favorite moment.      

• From Thomas's letter to his unborn child where he described meeting his would-be wife, also their first "conversation":

She was extending a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence, she said, "You don't want to talk to me, do you?" I took my daybook out of my knapsack and found the next blank page, the second to last. "I don't speak," I wrote. "I'm sorry." She looked at the piece of paper, then at me, then back at the piece of paper, she covered her eyes with her hands and cried, tears seeped between her fingers and collected in the little webs, she cried and cried and cried, there weren't any napkins nearby, so I ripped the page from the book - "I don't speak. I'm sorry." -- and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara, she took my pen and wrote on the next blank page of my daybook, the final one:     

*Highlights, mine. Found this imagery beautiful, but then again I'm just a sucker for puns, visual and verbal ones. :) 

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In the aftermath of the recent bombing and shootings in Norway: we weep for those more than 80 innocent people who lost their lives for something senseless. I couldn't even begin to imagine what the parents of those kids must be going through right now; how Norway is suffering and trying to move past those tragedies. Where 9/11 was committed in the name of Islamic extremism, these two recent attacks were done by a man believed to be a right-winger "Christian." We see that, really, it doesn't matter what religion one practices or not practice, what beliefs one has or doesn't have. Violence is but a by-product of hate. Tragic events like the 9/11 happen when people insist on insisting. What's even more sad and disappointing (stupid, really) is when these instances of insistence are reinforced by supposedly intelligent people.

Live Notoriously

Majestic Mekong, Luang Prabang, Laos (06.2011)

We must become ignorant

Of all we’ve been taught,

And be, instead, bewildered.

Run from what’s profitable and comfortable

If you drink those liqueurs, you’ll spill

The spring waters of your real life.

Forget safety.

Live where you fear to live.

Destroy your reputation.

Be notorious.

I have tried prudent planning

Long enough, from now

On, I’ll live mad.

- Rumi

**Much thanks to Dang for posting this on her FB page. ;)

Two Soft Steps Backward through Alvin Yapan's Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa

Most of the time, you manage to do well. You're able to function as usual; there are even days that turn out exceptional. But a line, a scene, a musical note, a lilt in someone's voice while singing; these things could unsettle. They remind you that what once was was beautiful and essential.

While things may have taken a sour note between the two of you, you are certain you will never wish you could take those 7 years back. Ever. A rib may feel like it's missing from time to time, but it doesn't overshadow the fact that for 7 years you were significant in making each other feel more whole.  

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Watch Alvin Yapan's “Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa” and think about saying goodbye, falling in love, crossing over, and surviving. Don't expect a straight narrative, lose yourself in the poems of Merlinda Bobis, Ruth Elynia Mabanglo, Joi Barros, Rebecca Anonuevo, Ophelia Dimalanta and Benilda Santos (a bonus: all were meticulously-delivered, pogi points to our beloved wikang Tagalog), and the moving choreography (watch out for the audition dance) by Eli Jacinto (with assistance from his lovely daughters, Joelle and Jacqui). Alvin Yapan handled the material so well, practicing restraint when, given the powerful literature and dance at his disposal, it was easier to fall into the trap of overly-dramatizing things. This film is a winner. Plus, it dared to go beyond itself and showcase Philippine literature and dance. IMHO, we need more films like this so more people would appreciate and seek out Philippine art. :)

I wish someone would come up with a special edition book on the poems featured in the film or a CD with readings from the cast, plus that haunting song. While that's not yet tangible at the moment, here's my favorite from the selection:

PAGLISAN 
ni Joi Barrios

Sinasalat ko ang bawat bahagi

Ng aking katawan.

Walang labis, walang kulang.

Sinasalat ko bawat bahagi

Ng aking katawan.

Nunal sa balikat,

Hungkag na tiyan.

May tadyang ka bang hinugot

Nang lumisan?

Sinasalat ko bawat bahagi

Ng aking katawan.

Sa kaloob-looban,

Sa kasuluk-sulukan,

Nais kong mabatid

Ang lahat ng iyong

Tinangay at iniwan.

Nais kong malaman,

Kung buong-buo pa rin ako

sa iyong paglisan.

(*emphasis, mine. Thanks, the scud, for a copy of this poem.)

On having a structure and willing yourself to go beyond that frame

"I never saw Burroughs without a tie," he said, "and Paul, too, abhorred sloppiness. He lived within the frame, and the frame held everything together for him. If you don't have a frame, you fly off in all sorts of directions. But inside the frame you are secure; you can observe what happens. (...)"
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A young man got on with a boombox blasting a haunting and undulating Ramadan tune and, as the bus started again, held the box to his chin and sang in high, soulful tones, his gaze cast into the distance. I could not tell which words came from the box and which from his mouth, and I was aware suddenly of how little I understood the spiritual tides surging around me. I was not in control; I was outside the frame.


In time, of course, I would come back within the frame, back to my familiar habits of observing and writing. But right then, on the bus, I was learning how rich it is to venture into that strange territory of the mind where you are bewildered and vulnerable -- lost, even. I just listened to the music.    


***From "Under the Sheltering Sky," Bill Donahue, The Best American Travel Writing 2004 (highlights, mine)

More B-2011 adventures

And here's where I admit why I like referring to "Biyahe 2011" the B-2011-- it sounds asteroidal! Kind of like the Little Prince's B-612. #Nerd.

Indonesia 
My good friend Turtle is itching to revisit Indonesia. Borobodur, Wayang Kulit, the beach, witch-doctors, strong Sumatran coffee -- who'd say no to these?

Photo taken by Turtle

Japan

It's been nearly 2 years. Another trip ought to be in order. This time I promise not to miss Hiroshima for the Peace Shrine, and the Floating Torii (Itsukushima Shrine) at Miyajima.

From Wikipedia.org

Nanay Universe, let's get the ball rolling!

Hema and Kaushik

"Most of the fishing villages were shut down,the lobster boats out of the water for winter, the wooden traps stacked and empty. At times I wished that I'd had my camera with me, but there is no documentation of those days. The food was generally terrible, but when I think of it I still savor the taste of diner coffee that was at once bitter and insipid, the waffles drowned in syrup, the gummy chowder and greasy eggs, as if no other food had nourished me then. (...) I had nothing to say to the fishermen and the other people who drank there and had lived in those villages all their lives, their tobacco-stained beards concealing their faces, their hands raw and chapped, their accents unfathomable. (...) I had never traveled alone before and I discovered that I liked it. No one in the world knew where I was, no one had the ability to reach me. It was like being dead, my escape allowing me to taste that tremendous power my mother possessed forever."

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Jhumpa Lahiri's use of landscape to communicate the sense of isolation Kaushik felt was genius, and that last line referring to his mother's death was pretty heartbreaking. The twist at the end dates this short story to a particular time, and I love how Lahiri was brave enough to go there. The story may have been dated, but it's nonetheless beautiful. 


I hope Lahiri comes out with another book soon. 


"Hema and Kaushik" appears in the collection Unaccustomed Earth.

Hey Foodventurer!

“Good food makes people happy,” sabi ng title character sa pelikulang Chef of South Polar. Mapa-Antarctica man ang paroroonan, mapa-Japan, o mapa-Timog Silangang Asya, sino ang ayaw sa pagkaing masarap? At bilang bibiyahe ka, isama mo na ang iyong masuwerteng panlasa sa paglilibot at makabuluhang paglalakbay. :)

Here's a rundown of things you might want to eat, with some descriptions thrown in:

Chiang Mai

1. Crispy catfish (Yam Pla Duk Foo) - very light, airy, crispy batter of flour and minced hito, usually served with green mango salad (YUM).

(Photo source: wikipedia)

2. Pad Thai- going to Thailand and not having Pad Thai merits a sin of omission, i.e. "Hindi ka nag-Pad Thai? Hindi ka talaga nanggaling ng Thailand! Nagsinungaling ka lang. :p"

3. Shrimp Paste Rice (Khao khluk kapi) - rice stir-fried with shrimp paste, served with sweetened pork and vegetables.

This plate was from a hawker across the Thammasat University in Bangkok

4. Oyster patties - oyster and egg omelette; can be bought off the street.

5. Fish cakes (Thot man pla krai) or Shrimp cakes (Tod Mun Goong) - I don't think we can have it this herby, healthy and just really yummy, except in Thailand

(Photo source: wikipedia)

6. Chiang Mai sausage (Sai Ua) - always rears its fatty head in the menu, so might as well try it. Masarap naman, make sure you have this with the sauces – vinegar/ patis dips (kung ano man ang iyong dig). I bet this goes well with beer.

(Photo source: wikipedia)

7. Chiang mai chicharon - Another popular Chiang Mai product. The Chiang Mai variant seems less oilier than its Pinoy brother.
8. Northern Thai Noodles (Chiang Mai Noodles/ Khao Soi) - a blend of sour coconut curry, boiled and fried noodles, topped with pickled mustard greens, chili sauce, mung bean sprouts, lime, and shallots. Coriander and cumin spices, borrowed from Burmese and Indian cuisine, give this a non-Thai twist. Other spellings: "Kao soy" or "Kow soi"

(Photo source: wikipedia)

9. Cha Yen/ Charon – strongly brewed black tea, sweetened with sugar and condensed milk(ooops, milk means bawal – well you can always watch your friends enjoy this. May cold at hot version. :D)

10. San Miguel Beer. Singha. Oh yeah. :D

HaNoi

Be warned about the food servings (for growing boys, girls, and boygirls!)

1. Spring Rolls – have both the fried and fresh variants.
   We tried this resto called “Smile Restaurant,” at the street across the Fine Arts Museum. Smile is a not-for-profit center that trains disadvantaged kids. Ang sarap ng fried spring rolls; it did not taste oily at all.

2. Pho with thick noodles, Vietnamese pansit, etc. around the Temple of Literature - this area is literally teeming with Pho houses.We randomly chose one that's on the left side of the Temple. Here's the modest feast:

Your Pho could come with different-sized noodles. The fat and flat noodles is gooood!

3. Skewered meat/ seafood in sugarcane - how I imagine this dish would taste like: grilled seafood/meat with hints of juicy, succulent sugarcane.

4. Sugarcane juice- Perfect for long walks; with lime. (I miss, miss, miss this. Drink glassES for me! :p)

5. Pulled sandwich - Sweet and peppery. Similar to a hero sandwich, with shredded and caramelized meat, toasted with onions and herbs.

6. Eel with vermicelli - I really have no words to describe it, other than to say I have never tasted anything like it // that it's really, really, really good. The dry one, where the soup is on a separate bowl, is actually better. See photo below:

7. This dessert (they're really balls of happiness disguised as sticky white 3-dimensional dots):

8. Iced coffee with yoghurt - sounds strange, but it works. Kung hindi pwede dahil lactose intolerant, opt for the espresso servings of coffee.

Laos

• Have a meal by the Mekong.
• Try those restos on the other side, the ones near the narrower river, like Tamarind Restaurant, where we had these:
  

• Those rolls wrapped in leaves (that plate on the upper left of the lower photos), the Lao version of the roll without the wrap, is a MUST-TRY. Prepare for the heavenly peanut sauce they use in the Lao rolls!
• We had this sampler plate at the Tamarind Resto. There's a hawker stall that sells this roll on the main road, where the night market is. May dalawang ateng nagbabantay. They're only there between 3-5pm, I think.
• Compared to other SEA food we tried, Lao cuisine is more garlicky. 
• At night, try the hawker stalls at the food alley. Opens at the same time the night market does (Th Sisivangvong, I think). There are plenty of grilled dishes (fish caught from the Mekong), Lao dishes, etc.
• Have a cuppa Lao coffee. If you're lactose intolerant, remember to ask them not to put milk. ;)

Enjoy your trip! Mag-uwi ka ng maraming-maraming kwento. =)

The sweet pleasures of driving

"I kept my headlights on low beam on foggy nights, suavely navigating through sudden thick blankets of damp, and found quiet places to park in East Blue Hill or out on Naskeag Point. I had become Andy Hardy. Making out in parked cars puts me into the movies or into a thousand cartoons, but what memory presents about these chilly long-gone summer evenings is the first five minutes under way, with my hands at ease on the nubbly wheel, and with the white highway ahead and the gleam looped roadside power wires giving back tanned knees, a sweet nose, and strong chin, just there to my right. Intimacy."

- "Romance," Roger Angell

Source: The Best American Travel Writing, 2004

Arugula and Lettuce Sandwich

Lovingly called, "Healthy Sandwich," I rush home at the end of a work day looking forward todevouring two servings of this.

Ingredients:

Soft whole wheat tortillas

Romaine lettuce

Arugula

Tomato

Cheese - quick melt

Garlic (optional)

Olive oil

Salt & pepper

Red cayenne pepper

1. In a soft tortilla, put some lettuce and arugula.

2. Add in the tomato.

3. Grate some cheese.

4. Pop it in the oven. Heat for 2-3mins.

5. After heating, drizzle some olive oil and sprinkle salt & pepper and red cayenne.

6. Fold, eat and savor being deliciously meat-free.*

=D

*though not by Vegan standards

Required reading: before we leave for Bangkok

Some readings for Bangkok:

1. Things that may not surprise you but are good-to-know

2. Because bridges are fantastic, date tayo dito

3. I know how much you like airports, so let this whet your wanderlust

That's all for now. Will be back with more useful links for you. :)