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Roamin’ holiday

By Butch Dalisay | January 8, 2007 - 12:00am

I’m typing this up on my laptop somewhere far above the Northern Pacific midway between Detroit and Tokyo, on a New Year’s Day that happened somewhere, sometime, somehow; when we boarded the plane...

Arts and Culture

Big words

By Butch Dalisay | October 3, 2006 - 12:00am

Walking home from my class in the American Short Story – where we’ll be dealing this semester with about 50 stories from Washington Irving to Jhumpa Lahiri – I had one of those "Aha!" moments...

Arts and Culture

The bare essentials

By Butch Dalisay | September 5, 2006 - 12:00am

This happens every time I find myself living abroad for at least a month: the first thing I try to do is recreate a space called "home," which is as close an approximation as I can conjure of the objects,...

Arts and Culture