Monday, September 20, 2021

More settled back after an 8-month TDY, I see that this old guy deserves a second shot. Ficus microcarpa "Green Island". Isla Verde! By the crossing on the way home!

"Claiming the Mission"

A clearing inside 18th century Kuta Church, Anilao, Bongabong

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Friday, September 10, 2021

Binghamton dorm room shohin ficus. No, Mr. B, she did all these herself. No ugly elvie under the banyan too!

Monday, September 6, 2021

Another eBay deal. 8" brass replica of a Mindoro hawk-owl or boobok (Ninox mindorensis), $5.

Sunday, September 5, 2021

eBay find. Anoa mindorensis cow and calf wood carving, polished workmanship, $12.

Saturday, January 9, 2021

Work inbox, 1/7/21. Phase 1B (first responders/LE) in NY get a perk. Even if I wasn't at the Dome. And words to live by from the commissioner. Four years more with the agency!

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Breaking The Curse

All members of the community and visitors had to touch the pig to transfer the curse to it. We were told the ritual would last for three days because all members of the community had to touch the ring and pig and not all were present on the first day. Here people start to move in to touch the pig. The pig was eventually killed and the meat was divided amongst the village. (Photo and caption by Jacob Maentz)

Monday, October 12, 2020

A Little History

A GOOD READ this Indigenous Peoples' Day/Dia de la Hispanidad/Columbus Day is Antoon Postma's study on the history of Calavite, a lost settlement/mission on the northwest hook of the island of Mindoro, its Parthenon on the hill. "The Calavite site, while still called Pinagbayanan or "former townsite" has only some Iraya Mangyan resident families. A certain Domingo Venturero, residing in Talaotao, a village on Golo Island, has claimed to own the area, including the ruins. Aside from that, the only visitors are treasure hunters who go inside and around the church, breaking open and destroying the stone walls, and looking for supposed wealth hidden there by the missionaries, as if the Moro pirates had overlooked something. Unless someone takes care of the church ruins, it is doubtful whether it will survive much longer as a historic monument." That was when Postma visited about 50 years ago; I wonder how the site is now.

From Punto Mindoro

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

In My Crap Or Sullen Art

ANOTHER ONE TO CELEBRATE is West Coast journal ZYZZYVA's 35th year of existence (it was first to publish Murakami in English translation in 1988), so I'm sharing a few signed selections from an old anthology launched 25 years ago by its founding editor Howard Junker--Strange Attraction: The Best of 10 Years of ZYZZYVA (University of Nevada Press, October 1, 1995), the affirmation I needed to tell myself I was good to go with my arse poetica. Have a great one tomorrow, and thanks for the recognition, Mr. Junker.

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Traveling Light

DRUG SLANG CAN BE colorful. I was in the middle of working on this piece when COVID-19 struck, and the project was delayed for months because I had to work the reality of the pandemic into it. Of course, racial discrimination and homelessness among Pinoys in the U.S. have always been there, though largely unwritten about. So this narrative exercise, a product of this year's growing season, is for kabayans who are the lowest of the low: the homeless, undocumented, discriminated against and diseased drug addicts. One can have it all, I think. Thanks to the Mary Evans Picture Library for The Ignis Fatuus drawing (1860).