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River run 3

By Cesar Ruiz Aquino | September 23, 2015 - 10:00am

In a lifetime of delinquency-caused benightedness in science and mathematics, the equations and formula that nonetheless stuck with a planet’s gravitational strength on my mind’s tabula rasa are 1+1=2;...

Science and Environment

Holiday autopsy

By Igan D’Bayan | December 30, 2013 - 12:00am

Planners, planners and more planners.

Arts and Culture

Transformer

By Igan D’Bayan | April 17, 2006 - 12:00am

The very first book I ever bought with my own money (no, not counting colossal, ponderous textbooks required in school) was Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. I scrimped and saved just to buy that Bantam edition...

Arts and Culture

Never a doll moment

By Igan D’Bayan | July 11, 2005 - 12:00am

One character in the Sandman series is called Despair, a woman who was declared as a goddess in a sect in what is now Afghanistan. All empty rooms are this femme’s sacred places; she says little and is very...

Arts and Culture

Filipino fiction on the Web

By Igan D’Bayan | September 20, 2002 - 12:00am

Jorge Luis Borges once wrote about the infinite library: A room a thousand years wide filled with all the great books that have been written. Books we have access to in dreams and in the garden of forking paths....

Technology

Borges, apocrypha and apocalypse

By Juaniyo Arcellana | September 16, 2002 - 12:00am

The Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges never won the Nobel Prize for literature, though there is a short story with the title "A Nobel Prize for Jorge Luis Borges" that won a Palanca award several years...

Arts and Culture

Nick Joaquin’s Tadtarin

By ROSES AND THORNS | By Alejandro R. Roces | January 29, 2002 - 12:00am

Nick Joaquin’s short story, Summer Solstice, immortalized Paco’s Tadtarin. The feast of the Tadtarin actually starts on Holy Innocents Day and the old folks maintain that Tadtarin means "to chop into...

Opinion