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Daughter's paean to Dr. Edith L. Tiempo

By FROM THE STANDS | By Domini M. Torrevillas | August 25, 2011 - 12:00am

So many words have been printed in the papers about Edith L. Tiempo, National Artist for Literature, who passed away August 21.

Opinion

The anti-rant rant

By Butch Dalisay | August 7, 2007 - 12:00am

It could be that I’m just getting old, but lately I’ve been dismayed and depressed by the state of manners on the Internet. I help moderate a message board (www.philmug.ph) that now has over 9,000 m...

Arts and Culture

Poetry as Prozac, as jazz, basketball, etc.

By Alfred A. Yuson | July 17, 2006 - 12:00am

Trawling the Internet and engaging in e-mail correspondence with half the known world continues to provide a treasure trove of trivia as well as various prized collectibles. On poetry, here’s sharing recent...

Arts and Culture

Is Escobillo an agent of insurance companies?

By FROM THE STANDS | By Domini M. Torrevillas | December 27, 2005 - 12:00am

Insurance Commissioner Evangeline C. Escobillo’s proposed solution to the billion-peso racket involving fake Compulsory Third Party Liability (CTPL) insurance policies is outrageous, to say the least.It is a...

Opinion

Verses online

By by Cornelius Mondoy | May 3, 2001 - 12:00am

Sober summer afternoons have a strange way of draining a writer’s mind. Yes, there are times of illumination and high fever, when voices in the head never seem...

Technology

Verses online

By by Cornelius Mondoy | May 2, 2001 - 12:00am

Sober summer afternoons have a strange way of draining a writer’s mind. Yes, there are times of illumination and high fever, when voices in the head never seem...

Technology

Verses online

By by Cornelius Mondoy | May 1, 2001 - 12:00am

Sober summer afternoons have a strange way of draining a writer’s mind. Yes, there are times of illumination and high fever, when voices in the head never seem...

Technology

Verses online

By by Cornelius Mondoy | April 30, 2001 - 12:00am

Sober summer afternoons have a strange way of draining a writer’s mind. Yes, there are times of illumination and high fever, when voices in the head never seem...

Technology

Verses online

By by Cornelius Mondoy | April 29, 2001 - 12:00am

Sober summer afternoons have a strange way of draining a writer’s mind. Yes, there are times of illumination and high fever, when voices in the head never seem...

Technology

Verses online

By by Cornelius Mondoy | April 28, 2001 - 12:00am

Sober summer afternoons have a strange way of draining a writer’s mind. Yes, there are times of illumination and high fever, when voices in the head never seem...

Technology