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vendredi, mai 30, 2003 Myth for food... Joseph Campbell's Ten Commandments for Reading Myth 1. Read myths with the eyes of wonder: the myths transparent to their universal meaning, their meaning transparent to its mysterious source. 2. Read myths in the present tense: Eternity is now. 3. Read myths in the first person plural: the Gods and Goddesses of ancient mythology still live within you. 4. Any myth worth its salt exerts a powerful magnetism. Notice the images and stories that you are drawn to and repelled by. Investigate the field of associated images and stories. 5. Look for patterns; don't get lost in the details. What is needed is not more specialized scholarship, but more interdisciplinary vision. Make connections; break old patterns of parochial thought. 6. Resacralize the secular: even a dollar bill reveals the imprint of Eternity. 7. If God is everywhere, then myths can be generated anywhere, anytime, by anything. Don't let your Romantic aversion to science blind you to the Buddha in the computer chip. 8. Know your tribe! Myths never arise in a vacuum; they are the connective tissue of the social body which enjoys synergistic relations with dreams (private myths) and rituals (the enactment of myth). 9. Expand your horizons! Any mythology worth remembering will be global in scope. The earth is our home and humankind is our family. 10. Read between the lines! Literalism kills; Imagination quickens. From the Mythos Institute web site. also http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Sparta/9277/ # gtz | 7:57 AM | jeudi, mai 29, 2003 Malala na ito. Still took a cab to work even if i only had a hundred bucks. # gtz | 9:06 PM | Patience is a virtue. indeed. on a different note: Huhuhu. would have wanted to use purplecrayon.blogspot.com but, unfortunate for me, someone beat me to that address. because of my frustration, and because i got stumped, i used lavenderfairy instead. which is sooo 'gay' according to some friends. was planning to change it to lavenderfields but someone beat me to that address. again!!! and with the same template at that. though i think stop crystal is discontinuing her blog since she hasn't written in months. would want to send her an email. well you know, for kicks. and because it's just frustrating and weird. a lost soulsister? huhuhu. excuse me while i roll down a lavender field. and this is where i plan to settle. hmph. # gtz | 12:33 AM | mercredi, mai 28, 2003 kwentong Balayan 1. Realized that my concept of going to the market is actually going to the grocecy. everything is available in the grocery so why go to a smelly market? 2. It pays to over buy (panic buy) supplies specially if most of your guests didn't confirm. or if they bring 'guess whos or whats' to the event. and if you decide to extend a day or two. 3. Drinking blended iced tea/ frozen margarita by the beach is... heaven! now if only the hammock wasn't soaking from the rain. 4. Reading Cathy comic strips will not only make you smile but also make you feel that you have a friend who is as panicked as you are about getting older, being single, having wrinkles, and gaining weight. 5. It's better if you have other sleep-deprived friends to sit the night out with. you get quality conversation. also a nice time to play Scrabble or Othello. # gtz | 1:39 AM | mardi, mai 27, 2003 thought i would have a hard time hailing a cab to work because of the weather and the traffic along edsa. but this must be my lucky day. didn't even have to walk far from the house to get a cab , with a 'cool' driver at that. Manong driver was wearing rubber slippers, maong cut-off shorts that needed washing, sando that was the kind that had tiny holes, a big rose tattoo on his right tricep with Riyadh above the rose, and a sunny disposition that was infectious. not to forget the huge nail clipper in his car keys keychain and half-an-inch pile of lotto tickets placed in the aircon vent. but was it necessary to tell me that his cab has had several ghosts, riding with human passengers who didn't know they had ghosts seating beside them? or that the black ghost with a hat (who's been with me since college and whom i haven't seen in quite a while) is still watching over me? # gtz | 8:59 PM | jeudi, mai 22, 2003 Here's what a friend had to say about my blog: "Fascinating, in your peculiarly melancholic manner. FYI, sex isn't the only thing men lust for. power probably ranks higher." Melancholic. well he got that descriptive word right. I do feel melancholic. just hope this does not progress (or regress?) into depression. # gtz | 10:52 PM | mercredi, mai 21, 2003 i like to celebrate my birthdays alone. sometimes a few friends join me in this aloneness. weird? yeah, i know. weird but it's actually logical. because the friends who join me, join me because they want to be alone, too. my birthday is not only an excuse to party but also to disappear and be one with nature. Last year, i went to Sagada/Banaue with some LB friends. sad that i can never go to Sagada again with that same set of people. well, it's complicated. would have wanted to go to Sagada again this year but my schedule just couldn't accommodate the trip. Three (or was it four, Diane?) years ago, i also celebrated by birthday on a bus to Sagada. where, returning from the small falls, my friends and i got lost in the middle of the terraces. haha. talk about having a memorable birthday-- screaming your lungs out in the middle of nowhere, in the dark. wearing damp clothes and freezing. leaving for Balayan, Batangas tomorrow. the beach bum in me is just screaming to get out. but i sure hate the coordinating that i have to do. this is one birthday that will break the aloneness thing. and i don't like it. call me selfish. ya-ya. i'd much rather hide in my shell (ah, my petron, right, allan?) or sleep the weekend off. # gtz | 11:38 PM | Having a birthday breakfast to start your birthday is really great. you just know, then, that it really is your birthday and your family remembered, that that breakfast was special because it was prepared for you. And that you can spend the day with whomever you want since you already had breakfast with your family. i love it. can't wait to have someone to prepare a birthday breakfast for. # gtz | 8:51 PM | mardi, mai 20, 2003 Pancake House, Valero St. Lunch with Jen, Onang, and Mhon. Me: I want dessert. Chocolate cake or Banana Split? Jen & Mhon: Banana Split. (after calling the waiter) Mhon: One jumbo banana split Waiter Vic: alin po, yung may ice cream? (Which one? The one with ice cream?) This waiter just made my day. Thank gawd he didn't ask me how i wanted my bananas split. # gtz | 11:56 PM | my cab fare expenses is taking a toll on my budget. because i'd rather stay at home than ride a bus or the MRT to work. if cabs only gave out mileage points, heck, i'd be getting a lot of prizes. just finished exorcising my office space. that lavender scented incense calmed my frayed nerves. but i can feel the coming of depression. thank gawd for the Friends soundbytes i downloaded, alternately arraged with songs from the first Friends soundtrack. never fails to amuse me. # gtz | 8:33 PM | i hate being an editor when i have to edit my writing. i edit myself even before i finish typing, or thinking. i will never get anything published. at this rate. # gtz | 9:28 AM | in 25 hours I will turn 27. and i am freaking out. it's just an age that is sooo grown up. in a few hours i will belong to the late 20s group. heck, when i was 17, i used to go out with men other than me. ten years older than me. and i thought 27 was really old then. now i will be 27 and i can't help but compare myself with older friends when they were 27. and i am so afraid to discover (to affirm) that i have fallen short of my potential. that i am not in a stable relationship. HECK, i am not even in a relationship. and let's not even go to my finances and my non-existent career. (though i have committed to a grown up thing last month. and now i owe a lot.) sometime in my early 20s, i realized that you have to stop churning out your angst when you're in your 20s. (that's why it's also called teenage angst.) it just isn't cool anymore. even if you dream to become the next queen bitch of the universe and give Jessica Zafra a run for her money. which reminds me, i found it very amusing that someone had the tactlessness/humor/stupidity (the exact/proper word escapes me) to call Jessica Zafra (loud enough for her to hear) a trying hard Jessica Zafra wannabe. wow, to be a clone of yourself, and a lousy one at that. (thanks to Rina Jimenez David for that funny story in her column.) so now i don't have the right to share my angst. not that i have a lot, or if i really still have angst. frustrations maybe. it amazes me that 3 male friends of mine have volunteered to find me a good lay. can't they introduce me to a decent male? don't they know anyone who is decent enough to introduce? or does this prove that all men are the same, that all they ever think of is sex? am i being too damned picky? i can't ask my female friends to find me a date. they already have a hard time finding The Right Man For Them. i don't want to be lonely for the rest of my life. i want to fall in love. soon. now. i want my fairytale. my prince charming. oh fairy godmother, i need you. bibbidi-babbidi-boo! # gtz | 9:01 AM | 9:00 am - woke up from a bad dream. I was walking on murky water. in the middle of the lake, i suddenly start to sink. so I had to swim back to shore. in that moss-filled water. yuck. my arms were aching when i woke up. 10:00 am - when to have my leaking rechargeable batteries changed at Alimall. Thank God the manager replaced the batteries. 10:30 am - taxi, off to work. 11:30 am - went to the bank. 12:00 nn - finally arrived at the office. 12:20 pm - had to leave for lunch. meeting friends at Gyros Greenbelt. had lamb gyros, Mrs. Fields ice cream and cookie. sinful. 2:00 pm - watched the Matrix Reloaded, again. 4:30 pm - work again but checked email and surfed the net. 6:20 pm - off to Greenbelt again. wow, this is one slow day. in a sense. # gtz | 3:26 AM | Would have wanted to post daily but May 14th was just definitely not my day. Everything that could possibly go wrong just went wrong. Talk about major domino effect. I was a perfect example of Murphy's Law that day. argh. Can't wait for Matrix Revolutions. I want to be Trinity when I grow up. I've been to hell and back. and the view was simply marvelous. The hike down (and up) the crater of Taal volcano's 1911 eruption was hell. the heat was unbearable, we were walking on ashes, we were short on water. I couldn't even find an ant on that island. but the crater was beautiful, and the green mangoes and Barrio Fiesta bagoong was mouthwatering. yum-yum! wow, i've actually been to the volcano within a lake within an island within a lake within a whatever. ha! now, how do I survive the separation anxiety? # gtz | 3:06 AM | mardi, mai 13, 2003 Here's to making my private life as public as can be. # gtz | 1:51 AM | |
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