post-pedring, etc

Really bad storm yesterday. J and I were in his parked car around lunch and we felt the car rock as the wind slammed against us. Didn’t go to work, couldn’t. (Office work was suspended anyway, but I heard some office mates had continued with their shoots like a bunch of crazy people.) No electricity. Cell phone dying by midday. Back in Bulacan, my parents had to deal with the chest-high flood outside the house and the waist-high water inside and the fact that our refrigerator was submerged. I could replace the refrigerator, but I heard the frustration and the exhaustion made my father cry and that really broke my heart. So fuck you, Pedring. Fuck you very much.

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But today’s another day. (My parents said pretty much the same thing.) So yes – I have a poem in the fifth volume of Stone Telling called “Prayer“. Read and share, if you are so inclined. Lots of fantastic authors here.

And I’ve been reading a lot of comics lately! I’ve finished two memoirs. In Pyongyang, Guy Delisle talks about his stay in the North Korean capital with equal snark and sadness. For such a dark topic, Delisle actually manages to keep the tone light till the last page. There is a degree of outrage, but it is dampened with humor. I guess it’s a defense mechanism – if he allowed himself  to be affected by the apparent brainwashing and injustice going on around him, he’d go insane. (Hell, I would.) Or end up dead. (He did bring a copy of Orwell’s 1984 to his hotel, and even had the audacity to lend it to his North Korean guide. Ha!)

Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home is a brave introspection of her relationship with her father, his life and his death, and how his secrets had affected her family. And oh, what beautiful, vivid language to go with the art!


Some (ongoing) series that I would recommend:

Chew – Set in a post-bird flu world, where chicken and other bird meat are declared illegal,  and the Food and Drug Administration is kick-ass and the Department of Agriculture has sexy covert operatives. (I know, right?!) Tony Chu, a police officer, gets hired by the FDA after a chicken buy-bust operation. He is a cibopath, a person who gets information about the origins and circumstances of everything he eats. (Except beets. He gets nothing from beets.) He uses this ability to solve crimes, so yeah, sometimes he has to eat a severed limb. Or worse.

The Unwritten – A story about stories! That is all I’m going to say! Very engrossing.

Runaways – Set in a world where superheroes and villains are a regular occurrence. (Especially  New York.) A group of teenagers discover that their parents are members of a crime ring called The Pride. I think the quality is inconsistent – the series kept changing writers and illustrators – but I guess I’ll keep reading. I’ve heard this series is on hiatus.

Bone – Premium kids’ literature right here. Funny and exciting and I can’t wait to read the entire series.

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How much does a good refrigerator go for these days?

inuman at marikina riverbanks

Sept. 17th, Christian’s birthday, and off we went to Marikina, to the Riverbank Grille, for crispy pata and beer and possible heart complications. It happened to be SM Marikina’s 3-Day Sale so Marcos Highway felt more like the  Marcos Parking Lot for a while. J and I got there just in time for dinner. I really loved the crispy pata.

Happy birthday, Christian!

Thanks to Tope (who is not in any of these pictures) for the pictures!

bizu!

A Sunday lunch date to mark our 23rd month together! I’ve never eaten at Bizu before but I’ve been dying to try their desserts.

This restaurant’s highly recommended. Good value for your money.

Three Dips and Baguettini. Munchpunch says this appetizer’s good for 4 persons, but let’s just pretend we didn’t see that.

French Onion Soup. Looks messy but this is heavenly.

My entree: baked sole with artichokes. The artichokes were cooked perfectly. My knife just cut through them like butter. Though J chastised me for not taking note of all the components (potatoes, capers, prosciutto). Also: this is from watching too much Hell’s Kitchen.

I really loved J’s order. I’ll definitely get this next time: Butter-Poached Salmon with Pommery.

For desserts, we just went ahead and ordered the chocolate soufflé. Rich and creamy and we couldn’t finish it. Heh.

But I think that’s just because we had the Strawberry Shortcake first.

I loved it! I thoroughly enjoyed this lunch.

Now for our second anniversary next month, we’re thinking that instead of checking into a hotel or traveling, we’ll just eat at a nice restaurant. (We’re also trying to save money.)  Mamou? Mariott Cafe? The Stock Market? What would you recommend?

So it’s Monday and I opened my email and got this:

Hey Eliza,

I just wanted to tell you that I read your story “December” in StoryQuarterly 44 and it was unlike any other short story I had ever read. You took conventions and cliches and turned them on their heads. It was one of the most unlikely relationships I had ever seen put to paper, and by the end of the story I was rooting for them. The climax was emotionally resonant and came out of nowhere. I loved it.

Thank you very much! It’s amazing that there are people who take the time to read my work and write to me.

Have a great week everyone.

Drinking on our 23rd month together. I got to his place after work last night, and dinner (chicken with cheese, onions, and bell peppers on a baguette – I wolfed it all down and forgot to take a picture) was already waiting for me. You’re the sweetest. Here’s to more gin (tequila later into the night) + pineapple juice + grenadine + potato chips + Hell’s Kitchen nights together.

Now regarding work: its often tiring, and draining, but strangely enough, I’m happy. I’m actually having fun. I genuinely like the people I work with, and I know how rare that is and I’m thankful for it.

I’d probably be bitching and moaning again come Monday, but whatever. It’s the weekend, and I can look at everything through my happy lens! Cheers, all.

basement stories issue #4 is now up!

It’s been up for a while now, sorry for the tardy post. I can’t believe my name is listed on the cover alongside these big names!

You can read the issue’s introduction here, and my poem here. Thank you to James Dent and Carol Kirkman for having me.

Fiction

“TimeSnip” by Cat Rambo

“Sugarplum Karma” by S. Hutson Blount

“A Void Wrapped in a Smile” by T.A. Pratt

 

Poetry

“Dreams After the Storm” by Eliza Victoria

“Remorse and the Pariah” by Michael J. DeLuca

“Birthing Monsters” by Siobhan Carroll

“Dawn” by WC Roberts

 

Articles

“And All My Idols  Are Angels, With the Faces of Cranky Old Men” by George Potter

 

under the storm poetry anthology launch

September 2 at the Ayala Museum. Thanks to Ian for guiding us haha!

Got held up at work so unfortunately I missed a huge chunk of the event, but J and I got there in time to meet up with Charles, Jordan, Lyza, and Tin (who sassed the waiters at MCafe for being so goddamn slow). Met Eva for the first time, and forgot to tell her that I loved this poem of hers. Met Richard Bolisay for the first time (oo kailangan full name haha) and saw Gian again. And it was wonderful to see Andrea! So sabaw I forgot to ask for autographs. I would love to round up all of these lovely people in one corner of this city and just talk and drink – that would be nice, yes?

Read my poem, “Crime Scenes“. I was a member of a writing organization in college that regularly held poetry readings, but I’ve never read a poem before. Yep – never. So of course I was nervous and frightened but people said it was okay. Not too painful? Beautiful. I listened to Andrea’s recording of my reading (probably coming soon on YouTube now on YouTube, thanks to Andrea and Kate) and boy, did I hate my voice haha. Next time I’ll just make someone else read my work.

I regret not being able to arrive earlier, though. Bitin! But at least I got the chance to stay, even for a short while.

Again, thanks to editors Joel and Khavn for letting me be a part of this.

Photos from Jovie Angelica Dayon.

editor khavn de la cruz