February 2012
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January 2012
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The Month of What?
I have been pretty absent here lately. Demands of the daily toil just keep on breeding like a nasty viral disease. Aside from this routine, there are these self-imposed deadlines that need to be confronted. A close acquaintance of mine said, “If that makes you happy.” Well, of course, woman. This makes me happy. And didn’t I mention earlier today’s the beginning of February? No? Really? Anyway, to...
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Philippine Speculative Fiction 7 Lineup →
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November 2011
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Not On Paper But Online →
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The stories we sit up late to hear are love stories. It seems that we cannot...
– Jeanette Winterson, The Powerbook
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The New York Times 100 Notable Books of 2011 →
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How to Not Write Another Story →
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I want the story to exist somewhere so that in a way it’s still happening,...
– Alice Munro, on the indefinite conclusions in her fiction.
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The October Project (otherwise known as 'Why Being... →
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One must not put a loaded rifle on the stage if no one is thinking of firing it.
– Anton Chekov
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How to Hate the Apostrophes →
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That was the most she could get herself to do – stare at the ceiling. Not that...
– from 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami
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The Old Man and the Seat →
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October 2011
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It’s so fascinating to me that smart people waste, or spend, an enormous amount...
– Lan Samantha Chang
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How to Identify a Crisis Without Really Trying →
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How to Follow Not So Simple Instructions →
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Relativities →
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Man was very fortunate to have invented the book. Without it past would...
– James Salter
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September 2011
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Needs →
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I think you can have 10,000 explanations for failure, but no good explanation...
– Paulo Coelho
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Defeated Yesterday →
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All beauty exists by deprivation.
– John Ashbery
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Not to love our own people and our own music is akin to being deaf in a land of...
– Rosario Cruz Lucero