A Car Noob’s Ideal Car

I don’t own a car nor do I know how to ride one but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own notions for an ideal car.   I don’t know if the point of view of someone like me (someone clueless about cars,

Leaving Kanchanaburi

You remember me leaving, boarding that train

the third-class clickety-clack train

snaking its way out from the depths

of your fragile province.

 

Raindrops helplessly clinging on the train window

Lotuses frantically moving upon the rain’s

coming, and as the train pulls into

a halt, station after station,

ominous sounds of wheels

brushing past the

railway

 

called me back in a strange language

and I had no voice on my own

no hasty, curt reply

to say goodbye.

 

Kanchanaburi, I watched you with love

as I left you in the gray hours

to meetBangkok’s setting sun

yellow and attenuated.

Short Book Review: I Me Mine by George Harrison

Book Cover of "I Me Mine"

To an inveterate George Harrison fan, this book is precious.

The “autobiography” part does not tell much about the highlights of George Harrison’s life (why there’s not much exploration on his relationships with Pattie Boyd, Eric Clapton, Dhani Harrison, Olivia Harrison and even the rest of the Beatles!) but there are interesting brief accounts on band tours and Harrison’s quest on spiritual enlightenment.

The bulk of the book is primarily due to the inclusion of George Harrison’s handwritten song lyrics and photos. Gotta love the rough drafts of lyric sheets filled with notes and illustrations!

Favorite Writers

I am not a voracious reader, I am picky when it comes to books. Usually I read books if they are highly recommended but I don’t go around reading all kinds of books anytime of the day. When I was in grade school I was encouraged to read books, but when I got hooked into reading (being able to use my school library card and all) my parents would be worried of what I’ve been reading. Even though they didn’t bluntly say “Don’t read that kind of book!” young as I was, I knew back then that there was more in those “You know, you should read the encyclopedia rather than these books” (by these I mean, romance novels and pocketbooks), or my sisters would say, “You should read the classics.” My father would leaf through the pages of the books I borrowed from the library, as if trying to dissect what’s the story’s all about just by flipping the pages. Then he would say, “Tell me about that book after you read it.”

If writers assert that writing often improves with age, I think so does reading. I didn’t appreciate