I had been wracking my brain for what business to get into. The problem with me, and this has been such for a long while, is that I am able to do any number of things and naturally I would dream of wanting to make a profitable venture out of it. This has made me unfocused and consequently frustrated. So here I’m going to try and organize what I can do and weight them against each other.
I can cook. I dream of having a nice restaurant and taking care of guests. I would love the experience of having them visit regularly. I would have a brick oven and bake pizzas, high quality bread and meat. Slaving away in the kitchen and going to the market daily isn’t a grind for me and in fact I’d be quite happy doing that.
I can write. I’ve written for a lot of magazines sure but writing a novel is what I have dreamed about doing the longest. In fact I have a particular story idea revolving around my experiences of playing basketball when I was a kid I’ve wanted to write about for at least since my 20s. I’ve started out and I write a paragraph or two when I feel like it. It’s funny how it feels bad when you’re doing it but when you read it later on it’s fairly ok. However of all the ‘things I can do’ this is the most difficult. It’s just hard, man. You’d think it’d be so much easier just sitting there writing something but I’ll be honest I’m not surprised many authors go to drink or drugs to get going.
I honestly can’t really review this movie properly because the moment it was clear Margot Robbie was playing Sharon Tate I couldn’t concentrate. I knew Tarantino’s passion for using gallons of blood in violent scenes and putting two and two together I became really anxious about what was going to happen. I actually stopped watching in the middle to continue the next day, it was the first time I ever did that. The idea I’d eventually be watching a massacre unnerved me.
Moving ahead it then turned out the way it did and now I feel annoyed I allowed myself to be distracted. Brad Pitt was really good. I never really paid much attention to him other than in Ad Astra and in this one it was enjoyable to watch him play a character he seems to be made to play. I read somewhere that character was Kurt Russell’s bodyguard in real life and it’s actually hard to imagine it not to be true than otherwise.
It’s as if two of the lead characters in the two of the most popular movies in the past few years decided to make a movie that wasn’t for 16 year olds and China. It’s a welcome respite because unlike the current rage it’s not a remake, not even a ‘re-imagining’. It’s an original telling of a familiar and timeless topic that will always be relevant in any generation most likely in any part of the world and will probably still be true (and difficult to watch because it’s so true), thirty years from now. And just because of that and how low the bar has become this movie deserves much praise.
Ok so the seat I bought last July turned out to be pretty bad. Some people say I could still use it possibly by painting over it with clear or something but I don’t want to. It’s a goner afaic. And so I went ahead and looked for a pre used Honda metal TMX seat. Believe it or not despite the TMX being incredibly popular it’s still very hard to find a metal one as most seats now are plastic. I chose metal so I can bore and weld it. I managed to find one after weeks of searching for P500 from a cafe racer modder on facebook who had it lying around his garage.
On March 2008 I wrote how amazed I was at Carlos Celdran but I was one of those lazy people who couldn’t lift their asses long enough to join his tour. He found my blog post and answered with this:
I joined his terrific Imelda tour and met him. I met him a few more times after that once sitting beside him and exchanging small talk about music of all things, to pass the time at an event for bloggers sponsored by a telecom company. I was still writing for PDI at the time.
I am fascinated with the magneto, and how it allows for a self contained engine that produces electricity to power the spark plugs which then powers the magneto and back again. No matter how much tech I learn I still find that idea absolutely amazing.
As you would imagine mine being 50 years old was worn out either by wear and tear or the elements so I had to get it fixed.
The bike came with 1.4′ rims (I think), and 2.50-18, 2.75-18 tires front and rear. They’re toast.
If a rim is that bad the tires can’t be any good either. They’re the ‘Sony’ local brand you can find only at Caloocan and in the provinces I think, preferred by tricycles for their super low price but relative ok durability for hauling stuff around.