Brain Freeze, Main Sneeze

I like being a freelancer. I get to do things more than half the time at home, usually shirtless and barefoot, and on hours when I feel most comfortable. But sometimes, I need a change of pace. I eventually get tired of the routines, even when I’ve grown to love my different jobs.

Two days ago, my eyes just glazed over as I looked at reference material. Incredibly bored, I kept distracting myself with things unrelated to my work, just to find some inspiration. It came, but it took some time. I finished two articles.

I barely had four hours sleep when new work came in. Two new, unannounced articles were due that afternoon, so I did them as soon as I could. I had to pick up reference at the office later for another new assignment, so I got out of the house by 7:15 p.m. It was still warm outside, but the bus I took had its aircon on full-blast. I was already coughing earlier that day, so I kinda expected it to worsen, eventually. And it did.

But I didn’t think of it too much then, because they were showing some campy ‘90s flick starring Nanette Medved, Gabby Concepcion, and, heh, Rey “PJ” Abellana. It was just a damn trainwreck; you can’t take your eyes off of it.

Anyway, I got to my destination. The office had the aircon off. I was already feeling a mild headache because of the stuffiness and my lack of sleep. Still, I hung out and drank with friends Mark and Sherwin soon at a nearby bar that played ‘80s New Wave (where an old fellow Inquirer contributor, cool guy Ruben Cruz, was drinking with co-workers). Got to Edsa by 2 a.m., and once again, the bus I got on was practically freezing, too. By the time I got home, I was feeling bad, so I quickly cleaned up and went directly to bed. My head was killing me.

I got phlegmy and feverish by the morning. My nose was clogged, too. I took paracetamol, put on vapor rub, and dozed off a few times. Yeah, I missed the Speed Racer preview at the Imax because of it.

Hope I get better soon. Still, I can appreciate hours of just doing nothing, and not thinking about anything. But even when I’m not sick, my brain wants to go on vaycay sometimes, and that translates to restlessness and a desire to do something else (oh, digression: I think I’d like to own a lomo camera, because those shots with the skewed perspectives, symmetrical panels, and round frames are growing on me. Plus, it looks like it might prove useful for some assignments).

Anyway, yeah, I’ll get better. Mind over matter. This is nothing.

Deadlines are looming.

Woman power fuels ‘Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles’

(Published May 1, Philippine Daily Inquirer-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Science fiction and action movie icon Sarah Connor, played by Linda Hamilton in two previous blockbuster “Terminator” movies, is revived in a weekly TV series that expounds on its mythology. “Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles” decompresses the man-versus-machine premise, giving new life to its tough, doomsday-averting heroine.

Sarah, mother to destined leader of the human resistance, John Connor, is back. But it’s not the gritty, tenacious warrior-woman we remember. Taking over the role is Lena Heady (Queen Gorgo in “300”), who has a less commanding a presence, and not as finely developed muscles as Hamilton’s gritty Sarah Connor back in the day.

Heady, however, is just as good an actress. She lends credibility to the character, who has grown a little complacent a few years after the events of “Terminator 2: Judgment Day.” That’s where the story picks up; it disregards the third “Terminator” film, “Rise of the Machines,” where Connor was written out as having succumbed to cancer.

“Sarah Connor Chronicles” centers on the titular character and her teen son John’s (Thomas Dekker) renewed war with relentless Terminator cyborgs from the future. But their saga has grown to include a new female Terminator, Cameron (Summer Glau), programmed to protect John from all threats. Time-traveling to 2007, the fugitive trio tries to prevent Armageddon once again, avoiding undercover Terminators and the authorities along the way. They discover artificial intelligence programs and projects that could evolve and would rid the planet of its human inhabitants.

The pacing of the series requires some getting used to. Certain episodes are able to break free from the typical chase-fight-flee parameters and elaborate on meaningful human interaction. The movies couldn’t do this, on account of their limited span. But the action scenes, integral to the “Terminator” films, are quite contained and not as brisk here. Also, some episodes are extra-stretched to the point of predictability.

Still, Glau amusingly plays a Terminator that’s stoic and unblinking one moment, and a convincingly eccentric high school student the next. And the addition of Brian Austin Green as a badass rebel soldier from the future nicely shakes things up for the three main characters, as he’s revealed to have really important connections to them.

The show can still get better by exploring story angles that the movies missed, such as the changing mother-son dynamic. A few episodes into the first season, some interesting story possibilities have already presented themselves. It makes one wonder where it’s headed, given its deliberate distancing from the third film, where the dreaded robot-ruled future becomes a reality.

Arnold Schwarzenegger as the T-800 isn’t missed all that much; the series stands impressively without him. Heady’s narration bookends every episode, often alluding to the deeper symbolism of Sarah’s turbulent journey and her seemingly never-ending battles. But while her intriguing chronicles deserve watching, the show needs to speed things up and make things less mechanical.

“Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles” airs on C/S-RPN and AXN.

Rein in the Summertime

To Whom It May Concern,

I remember things from summer:

So high on tongue.
Music in our heads.
Rubbing me the right way.
The two-sided romance.
Ecstasy under cartoon sheets.
Doing your mouth justice.
This mutual seduction.
A warm hug.
You as a pillow.
Schoolboy crush.
Fun in a bottle.
Perfection in a punchline.
Stolen kisses.
That goofy grin.
Soulmates melding.
Viewing you from that special angle.
The sweat between bodies.
Salvation on a mattress.

Nostalgically Yours,

Someone Who Misses It

Bizarre Behavior

Man, viewing that controversial rectal surgery video once is enough to make you squeamish on different levels. I finally saw it yesterday. You’ll just feel bad for the poor patient, who was violated and humiliated many times over—first by the stranger who abused him when he was unconscious, next by the rowdy bunch in that operating room, and most recently by the idiot church spokesman who blamed him for having gay sex.

Horrible, really.

Iron Maniac

Iron Man opens today. Saw it last night at TriNoma. Whoa, it didn’t suck. Actually, it’s pretty darn good! John, Benedict and I were entertained by it. Stay put when it finishes, because they’re showing something really cool and important after the end credits.

Rock Hard Women

(Published yesterday, April 26, Phil. Daily Inquirer-Super)

Some must-hear music by some illuminating ladies
By Oliver M. Pulumbarit

The better female singer-songwriters have been around for years, their compositions possessing that very specific and distinct perspective that continue to give voices to many fellow women--and even men--everywhere. Sensitive lyrics, made tangible by a multitude of personalities, celebrate womanhood and countless other subjects. There have been, and will always be such bodies of work that will remain intrinsically feminine (and about exclusively female experiences), but the good ones will still be universally relatable.

Here are a few exceptional recordings by women artists or female-fronted bands that connect, inspire and empower, definitely worth listening to and relishing even after International Women’s Month:

Joni Mitchell, “Hits” - Any Joni Mitchell album is worth listening to repeatedly, but this essential compilation gathers 15 of her best songs. From the ‘60s to the ‘90s, the grandmomma of gifted singer-songwriters crafted pure excellence, evident in such classics as “Circle Game,” “Both Sides Now” and “River.”

Sinead O’Connor, “I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got” - Before angry women rockers became all the rage in the late ‘90s, O’Connor made songs that were fueled by emotionally transparent lyrical content, her most prominent ones focusing on disappointment, betrayal and heartbreak.

Sarah McLachlan, “Surfacing” - This is perhaps the Lilith Fair founder’s most accessible album; you really can’t tire of her elegant, powerful voice and her songs that coruscate with attitude and grace.

Heather Nova, “Oyster” - Nova’s rock ditties have that ethereal quality to them because of her seductive, siren-like voice. She’s no slouch in the writing department, either, as this album alluringly proves.

Sheryl Crow, “Sheryl Crow” - This sophomore effort is a more cohesive, smoother collection of songs. Musically and lyrically, this set is easy to listen to, and discusses topics ranging from grown-up angst to playful optimism.

Aimee Mann, “The Forgotten Arm” - The 2005 concept album by the former ‘Til Tuesday vocalist follows chapters of a larger story, each song exposing sides to a romance tarnished by imperfections and unhealthy predilections.

Tracy Chapman, “Tracy Chapman” - She sings about unemployment, racism, domestic disputes and imprisonment. But there are uplifting songs as well in this special gem.

Color It Red, “Hand-Painted Sky” - Cooky Chua and the band’s debut album evokes a range of emotions and inspires vivid imagery. And there’s even a song sung in the perspective of a dolphin. Really.

Alanis Morissette, “Jagged Little Pill” - The hit album’s very honest confessions and personal ponderings made people listen, the Canadian artist’s success paving the way for more young scorned or hurting women with cathartic songs to sing.

Sugar Cubes, “The Great Crossover Potential” - Before Bjork simultaneously wowed and weirded out listeners and music video watchers as a solo artist, she and her band made bouncy, trippy music. Their songs “Motor Crash” and “Regina” eventually became alt-rock/new wave faves.

Dar Williams, “End Of The Summer” - Williams is a gifted folk-pop storyteller whose ruminations on teen paranoia, therapy, and other seemingly mundane things are creatively and interestingly presented.

Liz Phair, “Whitechocolatespaceegg”- The 1998 album has some disparate female perspectives, creatively flavoring such catchy and cleanly produced tracks like “Johnny Feelgood,” “What Makes You Happy” and “Polyester Bride.”

No Doubt, “Tragic Kingdom” - Gwen Stefani and the boys made really infectious ska-pop back in the day. “Just A Girl,” “Excuse Me Mister,” and “Spiderwebs” still sound cool and relevant after all these years.

Milla Jovovich, “The Divine Comedy” - Many years before Jovovich starred as beleaguered heroines in “Resident Evil” and, er, “Ultraviolet,” she released an excellent folk-pop album back in 1994. It’s a smart, audibly winning debut effort that should’ve gotten more attention.

Garbage, “Version 2.0” - It’s sexy, techno-organic and a worthwhile sonic journey every time. Shirley Manson can be feelgood and freaky, apart from being fab.

Edie Brickell, “Picture Perfect Morning” - Brickell’s sound evolved and matured, her lyrics becoming even more heartfelt viewpoints that focused on love, loss, envy and tragedy, among other things.

Indigo Girls, “Rites of Passage” - Emily Saliers and Amy Ray complement each other well in this well-received 1992 album, giving vocal texture and variety to their mostly inquisitive material.

10,000 Maniacs, “Our Time In Eden” - Among Natalie Merchant’s most memorable songs are those with her old band. Socially aware, political and cleverly written, this album showcases their signature janglepop-new wave sound, as well as ska-ish numbers.

Imago, “Probably Not, But Most Definitely” - Definitely a great CD; the strength of Aia De Leon’s voice is apparent early on. It’s easy to like the smartly worded songs with Celtic-like string arrangements, and even the funny spoken parts.

Regina Spektor, “Begin To Hope” - She plays with interesting scenarios, so you can’t help but picture her chosen images. She juxtaposes Samson with Wonderbread, for example, while mostly accompanied by dramatic piano-playing.

Suzanne Vega, “Tried and True” - Vega’s consistently lilting voice is haunting; her changing musical styles are catalogued and collected in this special compilation.

Luscious Jackson, “Electric Honey” - The all-girl trio created an album that’s unified by a focus on fun, translating superbly into pulsating and edgy cuts, atmospheric ballads, and catchy song titles such as “Alien Lover,” “Sexy Hypnotist,” “Space Diva” and more.

Melissa Etheridge, “Yes I Am” - The celebrated lesbian musician’s 10-song album showcased her powerful voice and remarkable songwriting skills. Almost every track speaks about freedom, or her declaration of individuality.

Cynthia Alexander, “Insomnia and Other Lullabyes” – Melodic ditties, introspective words and Alexander’s distinct voice make this first record an unforgettable one.

Tori Amos, “Little Earthquakes” - She’s a one-of-a-kind artist whose art rock sensibilities keep breaking down traditional perceptions of song structures and religious concepts. She sings about violation, self-inflicted suffering, and sex quite expressively.

‘Gossip Girl’ has the dirt

(Published April 24, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Moneyed teens figure in catfights and mini-scandals in the popular American show “Gossip Girl,” the latest series about young romance, social cliques and petty rivalries. Some gorgeous up-and-comers make up the cast, the new characters easily memorable because of the actors’ distinct good looks. But substance-wise, while the teen drama’s pretty predictable--a few shows before it have examined high school hi-jinks quite elaborately and entertainingly--it’s still quite addictive because of its hip take on superficiality, complicated friendships and sexual intimacy.

In the show, a famous website reports juicy details on the escapades of Manhattan’s young elite. The anonymous Gossip Girl is voiced by Kristen Bell (of “Veronica Mars” and “Heroes”), who impeccably narrates with just the right balance of sarcasm and curiosity. The blog-worthy subjects include the “Mean Girls”-ish rivalry between self-centered Blair Waldorf (Leighton Meester) and former wild girl Serena Van Der Woodsen (Blake Lively), and their fluctuating relationships with family and friends.

The lives of rich kid Nate Archibald (Chace Crawford) and Serena’s longtime admirer Dan Humphrey (Penn Badgley) also liven up the technology-aided rumor mill. Dan and his sister Jenny (Taylor Momsen) are the wealthy kids’ new schoolmates, good-natured souls slowly getting assimilated into a world where shallow catfights, spending sprees and duplicity seem to be commonplace.

“Gossip Girl,” inspired by a series of books, is cleverly written; its dialogue is mostly contemporary but has the potential to age well. It also utilizes classic teen show story formulas. There are defining love triangles, for instance, among them one that involves the reformed Serena, her former paramour Nate, and his girlfriend Blair. Another working formula centers on the transformation of an unrepentant bad boy, Chuck Bass (Ed Westwick), into a lovesick pup. His backfiring machinations elicit guaranteed sympathy! And problematic parents--sometimes more messed-up than the kids--are tried and tested elements that give the young characters needed definition or contrast.

The cast is an appealing ensemble with obvious, cookie-cutter roles, but the actors fit them seamlessly. However, Matthew Settle plays a dad to two teens, but he looks only a few years older than co-star Badgley! Still, the actor is competent and has a working chemistry with Kelly Rutherford (“Melrose Place,” Home Front”), who plays Serena’s single mother. Their characters figure in two love triangles, too!

Despite having dramatic scenarios that inevitably result in, yes, ruined parties, balls and soirees, “Gossip Girl” manages to push the right buttons. A working symbiosis with its soundtrack helps (key scenes were aptly flavored by Angels and Airwaves and One Republic). This new show already feels like it learned from the better episodes of “Beverly Hills 90210,” “Dawson’s Creek” and “The O.C.,” in that a couple of storylines mostly offer speedy, mature resolutions. Whether it’s reflective of how youngsters in that scene act and react is anyone’s guess.

Regardless, a few things are happening way too fast, so hopefully, it doesn’t burn out and exhaust story ideas before subsequent seasons. For now, though, “Gossip Girl” has the dirt on these heartthrobs and heartbreakers, and you can’t help but keep yourself updated on the latest scoop.

Final Crisis Creators’ Crisis

Funny pics from Newsarama. JG Jones shows original Final Crisis pages to Grant Morrison. I’ve read Morrison’s CBR interview about the series and boy, now I’m excited. I hope it doesn’t end like his Seven Soldiers, though. But I loved his JLA run, and he’s handling them again in FC, so I’m optimistic. Jones is a damn good artist too. Will also get the tie-in series, Legion of 3 Worlds, by Geoff Johns and George Perez! Wow. Three Legions!

Sunsets Sailing on April Skies

I’m rereading my April 2007 blog entries. Wow, it’s been a year since I first listened to the music of Mozzie. Been a year since Beer Guy Mark introduced me to Mojitos at Greenbelt, too. Things felt different then, as I was experiencing some kind of burnout, mixed with some desire to break from the monotony of work and personal routines that I’d gotten used to. That summer, I’d write later, was a “bittersweet bitch.”

One year later, I feel much, much better. I think I know myself and understand my quirks more, at this point. I’m still characteristically fidgety sometimes, but I’ve been learning to loosen up now. I’ve been looking at certain things differently, too.

I’ve been able to focus more with work, and manage my schedule better. I wish that translated to better sleeping hours, though. A year later, I’m writing press releases for Beer Guy’s company, too. And I’m loving Mozzie’s “So Bad.”

So there. Heart’s still on my sleeve, summer’s sweet and no bitchin’. I miss the Mojitos, though.

Gossip Monger

Now isn’t that a pretty cast. I adore this show. Gossip Girl is pretty predictable but still cleverly written. And Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars, Elle Bishop) as the sarcastic narrator Gossip Girl? Just perfect.

Penn Badgely, who plays Dan, looks like the miracle offspring of Freddie Prinze and John Mayer. I can identify with his character the most, so far; he’s sort of the outsider who’s gradually getting to know the characters amidst the catty, sometimes shallow, conflicts. It’s hard to believe Matthew Settle as his dad, though (they look like they were born less than five years apart!), but I’m glad that he’s got a regular gig. Same with former Homefront and Melrose Place actress Kelly Rutherford, I’m glad she’s doing great here.

“Ex Oh, Ex Oh!”

Dear Mr. Christ

Heya Jesus,

It’s been a while. Last time I “spoke” with you, I worshipped you. That was a long time ago, yes? I write this now because, after all these years, I still wonder.

It shouldn’t matter now, really. I’ve long accepted that I couldn’t believe in you, at least in the version of you that was documented in that book, and in some interpretations today. Now I know some friends and loved ones still believe in you, and I won’t begrudge them that. But worshipping you, or your dad... it’s just not for me.

I haven’t thought about you in a while, but when certain people take their beliefs too far, I think of you, the deified symbol. Some people make a big deal when the possibility that you’d been married or had kids gets raised. Why is consensual sex between adults so wrong? Why do people feel that it diminishes you in particular, or what you’re supposed to represent, if you had mortal urges that you succumbed to back then? You were half-mortal, weren’t you? And the debates don’t stop there, no?

Some say you died on the cross; others say you didn’t. Some say you’re black, others white. Some believe that you’ll be coming back soon with fiery judgment in tow. I find it hard to believe that you existed at all. Did you really rise from the dead and fly to some heavenly realm, or is your body still buried somewhere on the planet? People still make a fuss.

You were written as someone selfless, someone who hung out with the outcasts. But you were depicted as a butt-kicking, peddler-hating guy whose patience was tested outside that house of worship, too. You had nice things to say, and cryptic ones, as well. As you’re the Son in the Holy Trinity, I used to believe that you were a vital component to the Father’s plans. Ah, God the Father. Now, he’s not as well-written as you, sadly.

According to those old stories, he started out as an all-powerful, ever-living God who's somewhat vain, who wanted to be worshipped above all. He created humans to have devotees, and tested their EQ by forbidding them to partake of the fruit of that one special tree. He gave his experiments free will but mercilessly punishes them with floods or plagues anyway, when they stray or pursue their own destinies. He supposedly changed, matured and sent you to teach people compassion and selflessness. But, wait, the book says repeatedly that he’s all-knowing and perfect. Why does he have his occasional hissy-fits when his creations decide to live their own way? Oh, God.

I don’t get it. It still makes me cringe when certain fanatics use religions devoted to you--and consequently, your name and your father’s--to justify division and repression. From time to time, there are homophobic idiots or religious extremists that feel justified every time they use their faith to condemn and persecute others. You probably know that, if you are indeed all-seeing now. There are horrible turf wars and lives made more miserable by old arguments. It’s hard to believe that these things happen, that those people who claim superiority through religion still exist in a supposed civilized age.

But, well, if you existed today in this troubled world, you’d know and understand firsthand that some people are actually making others’ lives hell. What would you do, Jesus?

Did you or your dad foresee the changes, the existence of fighting factions that claim to represent the one indisputable truth? It’s a more complicated world, now.

But despite all that, the experiences, the individuality of people are more felt than ever. Many people experience God and goodness in different ways, through different people, and not necessarily through you. Spirituality isn’t just achieved through strict religious codes, anymore.

I lost faith in you, also, because I couldn’t believe in that other divine aspect--God the punisher, God the jealous guy--anymore. Nor do I believe that to achieve some form of salvation, faith in you is the only way to be spared some celestial penalties. But, you know, I still have faith in the goodness of some people. I’m far from perfect, but I don’t believe I’m bound for eternal punishment because I didn’t believe in you or God’s other established incarnations.

I’m not missing you, Jesus.

And I feel happier and more fulfilled, now.

Your erstwhile worshipper,

Oliver

Burnham Parked, Session Obsession

Here’s a more detailed recollection of my Baguio visit. The pic that accompanied this article for Super is me posing at SM’s rooftop, as taken by our photog Christian. That’s the one I posted in the “Session Ode” entry below. Some people I know, the ones who saw the photo, were kinda amused that my mug’s in the paper. This is the third time that a picture of me appeared, but I still find the thought of my face getting printed on thousands of copies surreal and daunting. And yeah, quite cool, admittedly.

Chilling out in breezy Baguio

Words by Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Photos by Christian Aldrin Garcia

Ah, Baguio. The City of Pines is still the place for that quick summer getaway, if you prefer something chilly and relaxingly familiar to escape your scorching home metropolis.

Going there via bus is its own separate experience; prior to reaching elevated Baguio’s comforting embrace, you get to see and cross provinces that you don’t normally visit. Going northbound at night meant that you get to see quiet, tranquil spaces lit by a few star-like lights in the engulfing blackness, too.

Interestingly, the restrooms at some bus terminals and stopover places at certain provinces require you to pay a small fee--depending on what you intend to do--just like some comfort rooms in Baguio. They’re clean, mostly; but declaring your specific business to someone by the door takes some getting used to, though.

Catching some z’s in the bus came in useful for this trip, especially when there’s little else to do during the 6-hour-plus ride. But once you set foot on good ol’ Baguio, you can’t wait to freshen up in your hotel room, get out, and re-acquaint yourself with the city. Session Road feels like it used to, but the addition of popular food establishments common in Metro Manila makes it an architectural fusion of decades-old structures with contemporary commercial design. It’s probably inevitable, but the change gives it a unique disparity.

Walking to the “C2 Explore” event at nearby Burnham Park meant that you get to see more changes in the surrounding area. The Park, however, is still big and busy, made lively by a wide assortment of visitors such as picnicking families, peddlers of trinkets and other souvenir items, relaxing tourists, and biking and skateboarding youngsters.

The C2 weekend event, which lasted till the late afternoon, attracted park visitors to its invigorating series of activities. Geared towards the improvement of “the body, mind and soul,” these involving presentations that lured spectators and enthusiasts all day long. Taichi sessions were received favorably, attended by the young and elderly alike. There were aero-hiphop numbers led by a gifted, nimble dancer named Kimberly, who never seemed to tire. The petite instructor also taught participants the rudiments of bellydancing in a separate, equally well-attended class.

At the C2 tent, where sudden gusts of aircon-cold winds wafted in periodically, visitors got to join different activities that catered to their creativity. Classes for bead jewelry-making, sculpting and basket-weaving were held; attendees enjoyed getting informative lessons in unique sessions that lasted a few hours each. C2 buyers got free henna tattoos, too, for every purchase of the beverage.

The C2 Explore event successfully finished that Saturday afternoon, before a big downpour drenched the place. But the soaked tents were ready and cleaned up early the next day. The series of entertaining dance exhibitions proceeded as planned, like it never rained.

The streets leading back to the hotel at Session Road were alive by nighttime with different people, many of whom seemed to be walking to the nearest food joints, ukay-ukay stalls, or convenience stores. There were a number of net cafes across the place, as well as comfy-looking restaurants that look like they’ve been around for generations, and would stay for more to come. Again, the meshing of the old with the new gives the area new character and it’s easy to appreciate the different textures that the changing landscape brings.

Hailing a cab is quite easy, as they’re pretty common in the area. Next stop: the hip and happening Nevada Square, where the young and some young-at-hearts converged, dined and had fun. A few snazzy bars and restos surround a wide courtyard that has tables for diners and drinkers. The Square attracts a wide clientele that, judging by that particular Saturday night, included all persuasions and even non-Pinoys. The music varies; if you fancy thumpa-thumpa house stuff, acoustic cover bands, or ‘80s-themed remixes, there are bars or bistros there that have them.

The evening was a few times cooler, and you could see your breath as a mist whenever you exhaled as a result. Since the hotel’s at the heart of Session Road, getting quick breakfast meals aren’t a problem. Also, this Metro Manilan soon discovered that, while most SM malls look and feel alike, SM Baguio has the distinction of being one with the chilliest top floor. There’s an open area there that gives visitors amazing views of the city, apart from a perpetually cold breeze.

For something that practically just popped into the work schedule unexpectedly, the trip and short visit were the highlights of that week, definitely. Thoughts of going back soon and staying longer to literally chill out and explore the sights and sounds of Baguio lingered. The bus ride home allowed for views of provincial greens, gradually fading into darkness and getting lit by those tiny star-like, earthbound lights.

Game, Set, Mash

I only had about two hours sleep, but I had to rush to Megamall before 11 a.m. yesterday to register for the Iron Man Mind Mash contest. The Iron Man movie toys were being launched, so it attracted collectors who wanted to pick up some rare figures from the set. Anyway, I found out about the new trivia game days before, so I began reading and reviewing handbooks devoted to the character. I actually memorized the names of Tony Stark’s many ex-girlfriends.

Anyway, long story short: Patrick, the first runner-up in last October’s Marvel Mind Mash, won top prize this time. It was weird though, I didn’t feel like I’d make it to the final round because I made a number of mistakes earlier. But there we were again, the two of us facing off. If you’re reading this, congrats, Patrick! You’re a tough opponent. See you at the next game.

Met Martin, the guy whose hip exterior belies a super-knowledgeable comics geek. Ran into the Brookers’ friend, lawyer-writer Drew Fornier, whom I chatted with a bit before the contests. Will post photos of them in a bit. Also saw Dennis, an old classmate from college, who had bits of intriguing info about some of our old classmates. I posed with an Iron Man mascot, posters, and fellow contestants. I felt really tired because I lacked sleep, but it was a fun event, nonetheless.

After the launch, I felt really woozy. Yeah, the feeling of losing sucks, too, but I got over it quick. Dicky boy gave me a toy he won in the Ozine event last week, and he’s been waiting to give it to me for days. Yeah, it’s a “limited edition” Iron Man figure from the movie line. So I didn’t go home empty-handed. We ate yummy pizza and called it a day.

Trapped in a Box

I drew this for last Saturday’s Super section of the Inquirer, “Drawing Inspiration” (April 5, 2008… thanks, Katrina and Pam!). Actually, I did about four other drawings that had other ideas on them last Wednesday evening. Every illustration started out good, but I couldn’t feel inspired enough to finish them. Some of them would’ve sported superheroes and a semi-realistic style, while others started out as surreal, fantasy-inspired pieces. But I had to stop because I wasn’t feeling them.

I was about to quit drawing altogether that night. I told John over the phone that the muse just wasn’t there at that moment. I was assigned to do that cover drawing, something that’s supposed to visually represent Super, and I couldn’t think of anything that I could finish. Then John said the words, “Think out of the box.” That was all I needed. He actually had some ideas that beget other interesting ideas after saying those words, but I didn’t think about them anymore. I just knew what I had to draw.

I opted for a cartoony style, and this is what came naturally. I did this on a comic book backing board. For me, Super is about ideas, thinking out of the box, thoughts that can be big, analytical, appealingly alien, or monstrous… a section prepared for, and by, those that are different, hence its title, “Thinking Outta the Box.”

That’s what the drawing above is about. I enjoyed doing it. Thanks for being intelligent and for being the muse, John.

‘Horton Hears a Who’: Rare, winning formula

(Published March 23, 2008, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Beloved children’s book author-artist Theodor Seuss Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss, created original and appealingly weird characters in his career, but just as importantly, he imbued some human familiarity into his imaginative stories. That’s especially present in the new animated feature “Horton Hears a Who.”

The timeless tale is likewise populated by his distinctly odd-looking beings, as well as smart and ponderous animals. They all possess human-like behavior and quandaries, and even their own varying cultures. “Horton” is cute and visually kinetic enough that kids might dig it as much as Seuss’ illustrated books. But it’s got enough substance and some tugging philosophical ideas that can inspire deep thought among grownups.

That’s a rare, winning and working combination. It’s a smart yet heartwarming film, vividly rendered by Blue Sky Studios, who previously did hit cartoon films “Ice Age” and its sequel. Visually, it really is a Seuss book come to computer-animated life, its two featured worlds’ eccentricities made three-dimensional and textured. Moreover, the film captures that uniquely playful and dreamlike atmosphere, so it rarely gets boring aesthetically.

It does, however, start off a little slow. But the pace picks up and one soon gets the hang of watching the escalating adventure of the earnest elephant, Horton (voiced expressively by Jim Carrey), who discovers that a tiny speck that is actually the microscopic world of the Whos. Civilized and cultured, these people are unaware of his existence, but they do feel his hovering, monumental presence occasionally.

Horton directly contacts one of them--the Mayor (Steve Carell)--a dedicated but oft-ridiculed guy who connects sudden environmental and atmospheric changes to various goings-on in the elephant’s humongous home environment. The cross-dimensional communication isn’t always smooth or obvious to others, which gets both of them in trouble in their respective worlds.

The stern and self-important Kangaroo (Carol Burnett) thinks that Horton is insane and becoming a bad influence on the young animals of their forest society. The Mayor is similarly mocked and chastised for speaking of the existence of something that he can’t easily prove.

Such an unusual premise soon expands and ultimately, treats the viewer to existential themes, as well as individuality-versus-mob consensus debates, and even situations portraying generational parent-child rifts. There are fun physical conflicts in “Horton,” but the deeper and more lingering ones take place in the scenes depicting allegories for ideological battles and authority-questioning in our reality. It’s good that it’s presented in a way that’s easily comprehensible by the younger audience, too.

It’s not difficult to appreciate the maturity and relevance of Seuss’ story. “Horton Hears a Who” is a rarity, yes; it’s as enjoyable as the quirky live-action translation of the Seuss classic “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” (which starred Carrey as the titular character), but “Horton” is easily more layered, story-wise. It’s got a slightly absurd take on cosmology that’s entertaining, and it can still be enjoyed as a better-than-usual animated feature with loads of colorful designs and exciting, kid-friendly moments.

Inimitably ‘Rome’

(Published March 23, 2008, PDI-Entertainment)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Political turmoil has rarely been portrayed engrossingly in television dramas, and the gripping HBO series “Rome,” which ended in 2007, is among those few that did. In this interpretation of events leading to Rome’s transformation into an empire, almost every character is shown to be capable of unimaginable cruelty, given the proper impetus. It doesn’t fail to shock every time that happens.

In the original DVD set compiling the final ten episodes--“Rome: The Complete Second Season”--gory imagery and sexual situations that didn’t make it in its cable run are intact. In these closing chapters, some key figures go through hellish times, while Mark Antony and Cleopatra (James Purefoy and Lyndsey Marshal) find happiness during the calm before their eventual storm.

Interwoven with the complex political situation of centuries past are the disturbing and sometimes, beautiful relationships that feel contemporarily familiar. While many current-day soaps or telenovelas resort to hollow, over-the-top story stunts to keep the drama alive, “Rome” doesn’t pull its punches whenever it’s required to shake things up. As a result, you don’t feel complacent for any of the characters, as nobody’s really safe. Those in feuds, for instance, suffer terribly--often violently--for every misstep, exposing a very different human dimension with the era’s cultural mores and enigmas.

Created by John Milius, William MacDonald and Bruno Heller, the unflinching and vividly designed weekly series has won various Emmys. Also making the period drama unique is its cast of characters, many of whom are schemers and double-dealers. Julius Caesar (Ciaran Hinds), the consummate politician and a charismatic strategist, did unexpectedly shocking deeds when he was alive. The circumstances leading to his assassination were richly painted. One of his many assassins, Brutus (Tobias Menzies), was prodded to take part in that crime by his mother, Servilia (Lindsay Duncan), Caesar’s spurned and bitter mistress. Servilia’s open enmity with Caesar’s niece, Atia of the Julii (deliciously portrayed by Polly Walker), also escalates this season.

Atia is a ruthless predator, however, and is the most duplicitous and enchantingly elegant character among the lot. All the others are lesser evils compared to her. It’s edifying to see her lose control, especially when her arrogant son Octavian (Max Pirkis) becomes manipulative and cunningly takes steps to challenge her erstwhile soldier lover Mark Antony. “Rome” succeeds in intertwining these twisted family dynamics with its ongoing power struggle theme.

Season two isn’t as smooth as it should’ve been. Compressing years into so few episodes tends to leave out crucial nuances. It’s also hard to suspend disbelief over the adult Octavian, Simon Woods, who doesn’t resemble Pirkis at all. He’s an excellent actor, but it’s hard to believe it’s the same person, especially when everyone else looks the same.

Still, those are the only drawbacks, and all the main characters’ tales progress memorably. Centurions that have been instrumental to outcomes of some political upheavals, Lucius Vorenus and Titus Pullo (Kevin McKidd and Ray Stevenson), originally the uneasily paired good-cop bad cop of the series, become loyal brothers in the course of several disheartening ordeals. Their non-nobility perspectives differently lend "Rome" accessibility and heart. Seeing them picking up the pieces of their destroyed lives is just as engrossing as seeing them contribute to the fate of Rome.

Just Some Justice Leaguers

Charms of Orion

If you’re getting just one figure from Mattel’s DC Universe toy line, this has got to be it. Orion is excellently sculpted and painted, has a removable and intricately done harness-glider accessory, and is proof that fully poseable action figures needn’t have unsightly ball joints connecting the thighs to the torso to work.

Hawkgirl of your dreams

In the last five years, Hawkgirl became an official Justice Leaguer twice, specifically in Joe Kelly’s and Brad Meltzer’s runs. The latest DC Direct Hawkgirl figure from the JLA set is good; it’s sexy, sleek, elegantly painted, and has cool accessories (the mace, removable wings, and yeah, a small Starro starfish!). It’s a good addition to anyone’s Justice League collection. Place her beside your Hawkman or Red Arrow, and create some good old fashioned sexual tension.

Wolverine Drawing, 20 Years Ago

Yuhck. :D

Well, I did draw this in my early teens. I recently scanned this off my friend’s ancient notebook. Funny, I really loved Wolverine back then. There were two other drawings of him elsewhere in that notebook. One of ‘em even had a birthday greeting for my friend, who can still remember that he wanted me to draw Batman. But as I wasn’t that into the DC character back then, I opted to do Wolverine instead. I think I started drawing Batman after Tim Burton’s movie came out, about a year later.

Session Ode

After a week of non-stop working on stuff for the paper and agencies, I was sent to Baguio to help out in covering a two-day event. It was still work, yeah, but it was a nice, short vacation; I wish I could’ve stayed longer and re-discovered the place more. And I wish I bought pasalubong for my family. But I was too tired, not to mention cash-strapped, to do that, so maybe I’ll do it next time. The change of environment and pace felt good, though. I’m still processing my short visit. It’s been 15 years since my last vaycay there, so it’s interesting to see some parts like Session Road change radically. Others look and feel exactly the way I remember them, which is also good.

Thanks to Nash and Christian for being good co-workers there, and my thanks as well to Mark and Char for sending me!

30 Rocked (Or, 'Sun Like Butterscotch')

“Hello older Oliver. It’s me, when you were 30. This is a dream isn’t it? I can actually remember you visiting when I was younger, and some time last year. This is weird. A déjà vu inside a dream? But I’ve heard of stranger things. Anyway, you were right! I’m actually happier and more content now. It’s hard to believe that this time last year, I felt like giving up. Now, everything’s brighter. You know how it is. Or was. I normally wouldn’t look into the future, it scares me and all, but since I’m asking you, in this place, tell me: Does the story have a happy ending? Does life get better? Do you have everything you need?”

Hello younger Oliver. Ooh, questions. Ask me some easy ones. Because those really aren’t. Wait, on second thought, don’t bother, because I’m taking control of this “conversation.”

Well, I’m actually tired tonight. My eyes hurt. So does my back. Busy as the proverbial bee. I like what I’m doing, but there are times when I need to rest my weary head, you know? You know what I’m talking about. I’ve been using my pimping “voice” more than my critiquing and reporting “voices” these past few days, and it does get a little tiring. But, you know, doing press release work, aside from reviews and the occasional feature articles, keeps me on my toes. You like sorting out those words in your head, stringing them together like unraveling a puzzle, and making them make sense.

I miss being the author, though. You’re currently using that side of you, with the comic book. You’re finally finishing the story you started in 2001.

I remember how you’re feeling. I remember being a 30-year-old quite clearly. I remember getting busy. I remember the endless summer nights, the heat of summer sunshine, the summer loving.

I remember being you.

Looking at you, I’d say you’re already getting the hang of covering press conferences at ELJ and other places. Karen Davila wondered how old you were, in one of those events. You hesitantly said, “Um, I just turned 30,” and she replied, “Really? I thought you were in your early 20s.”

And do you remember Baron Geisler shyly asking you, when you were interviewing his soap co-stars, if you’re part of the cast? Of course you do. Well, 30-year-old me, you’re less bulky than I am, so I guess you could pass for one of them back then.

Interacting with celebrities rarely daunts you, but you still gush from time to time. I know I still do, especially when I step back and realize that I’ve asked actors, directors, writers, musicians, animators and illustrators some of my questions. So whether it’s a phoner, a roundtable interview, or some exclusive one-on-one thing, you do pick up new things and learn about new experiences.

Yep, right now, you’ve already talked to some of them, and gotten all those interesting perspectives. I can say that the future list is made up of some really different people (Jojo Alejar, Gil Portes, Robert Alejandro, Roger Pullin, Dolphy, Tessa Valdes, Martin Nievera, Johnny Manahan, Charlene Gonzalez, Tessie Tomas, Serena Dalrymple, Elizabeth Oropesa, Jerry Lopez-Sineneng, DJ Alvaro, Dov Simens, Bituin Escalante, Rica Peralejo, Dimsum, Heart Evangelista, Cris Pablo, Piolo Pascual, King, Lauren Dyogi, Jamie Cullum, Smash!!, Akafellas, Joey Reyes, North, Jay-R, 8^th of March, Ethan Hawke, Julie Delpy, Kitchie Nadal, Gini Cruz Santos, Diane Warren, George Eads, Nina, Isha, Paolo Santos, Joshua Payne, Andoy Ranay, T-Rio, Carlos Morales, Simple Plan’s Jeff Stinco, Simon Kinberg, Avril Lavigne, The Speaks, Margie Holmes, Rex Navarrete, Emmy Rossum, The Cascades’ John Gummoe, Nelson Bohol, Jeffrey Jeturian, Margaret Nagle, Village People, Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, Brittany Murphy, Iza Calzado, Paolo Contis, Isabel Oli, Dingdong Dantes, Patrick Ramos, Bharat Nalluri, Callalily, Bimbo Cerrudo, Imago, Timothy Olyphant, Sir Cliff Richard, Zack Snyder, Ziggy Marley, Ian Tracey, David Fincher, Imee Marcos, Raymond Red, Francis Lumen, Neil Gaiman, Roger Avary, Zack Grobler, Steve Starkey, Sam Rockwell, Mozzie, Gerry Alanguilan, Carlo Vergara, Harvey Tolibao, Carlo Pagulayan, Wilson Tortosa, Paolo Bediones, Lorraine Bracco, and Colbie Caillat).

But, just as important are the persons you spoke with and written about during your coverage work for the agencies. You’ve talked to--and will be talking to--different kinds of working people. There will be real estate salespeople, a jeweler, a golf champ, a chef, a badminton player, a party host, different types of homeowners, sports shop owners, architects, school administrators, a yoga instructor, pest control technicians, engineers, and yeah, celebs (like Tina Juan, Jon Santos, Tin-Tin Bersola, Eileen Macapagal, Ruffa Gutierrez, Sam Oh, Rivermaya, Nancy Castiglione, Angel Jacob, Gerald Anderson, Kim Chiu, Marc Abaya, Brad Turvey, Uma Khouny, RJ Ledesma and Chynna Ortaleza).

Anyway, let me answer some of the questions. You won’t remember this anyway.

I don’t know if your story has a happy ending. But you’re happy now, and I suppose that’s what matters. Three years later, you’ll realize again that you’re lucky, that you’re thankful for what you have. But that comes after some unforeseen funks. You’ll think of ways to escape the monotony, to escape feeling burnt out. Still, you’ll recover from them rather quickly.

Don’t take your friends for granted. They’re showing you how to be a better person, and to be better at all the things you do. You’re already learning so much from them. I still am. They’re some of the wisest, most analytical people you’ll ever meet.

Life gets better, yes. I don’t have everything I need, yet, but I do have some of the things I want.

You already know what I mean.

You Are My Sweetest Downfall

I loved you first.

I loved you first.

--Regina Spektor, "Samson"

Yes, you're my sweetest downfall. And I loved you first.

I Need a Fix ‘Coz I’m Going Down

Summer’s here! The Holy Week break means I’m gonna be working on a total of about six articles for the agencies and publications. But I ain’t complaining. The year started slowly, work-wise, so it’s good to look forward to getting paid for all these. I need a change of pace, though, and some cold mojitos or vodka cruisers.

Haven’t gotten the chance to blog about stuff in detail, but here are some thoughts and observations that I just need to enumerate, before I forget:

1. Attended the Colbie Caillat presscon for a music mag. She’s great. And she really does look like Jennifer Aniston; the resemblance is damn uncanny.

2. Went to SM City Pampanga to cover a program last week. Seeing the green fields en route to the place was refreshing. The mall, well, if you’ve seen one SM, I suppose you’ve seen ‘em all. And the Fitness First there isn’t packed with people yet… From the spot I was staying, I only saw one person treadmilling the whole afternoon.

3. Saw Viggo Mortensen’s nekkid fight scene in Eastern Promises. Just one question: why didn’t his would-be killers just kick him in the nuts?

4. The Watchmen movie pics look really awesome. But I don’t get the Bat-nipples on Ozymandias’ costume. But again, since it’s the Watchmen, their inclusion must be deliberate. I hope it’s not an oversight.

5. Was kinda stunned by the violence in Urbandub’s “Evidence” music. Iza Calzado plays a wife who cheats with a guy (the bald Eigenmann kid). They’re caught by the husband (the vocalist guy), who whacks ‘em both unflinchingly. Really fricking bloody, but it has good photography.

6. Ants invaded my plastic bag of groceries and tore holes into some instant noodle packs. Craaaap. But I put them in the ref. The noodles will be enriched with red ants when I cook ‘em.

7. Globe’s service has been problematic lately. There were times these past few days when I couldn’t send messages or call people. It gets better after a while, but it’s becoming a recurring problem. Hope they fix that soon.

8. Been listening and singing along to the Across The Universe soundtrack, a new mix CD, my old Tori Amos CD “Little Earthquakes” and something I just bought, the kickass Regina Spektor album “Begin To Hope.”

9. Fell in and out of love with Choco Mucho. It’s like a longer Safari. Must try out other chocolates, now.

10. Got a cool beer band from Pam. “Hammered,” it says. Yay!

11. Saw Across the Universe again, this time with John. I still love it. Coocoo Coochoo!

Noah’s Spark

I met up with Mark hours ago at a nearby Shakey’s. Nike, cute li’l Noah and Nike’s mom were there, too. I expected to leave quickly ‘cause I just needed to get some reference material for work. But they asked me to stay a bit. Gorgeous Nike had interesting things to say, particularly about my old comic book. Well, she said she was kinda shocked when she flipped through the pages (“May moaning pa!”). This was years back, shortly after its release, when Dicky sold Mark a copy and I didn’t know him yet. It’s been a while since I heard people’s reactions to it, so it was amusing to hear her talk about it.

Noah’s so adorable. I sort of babysat him for a few minutes. He wanted to try out those little car rides at the kids’ play area after eating. I carried him outta his high chair, he tugged me by my index finger and excitedly rushed to the place. It’s been some time since I was the babysitting uncle and I kinda miss it. He saw some coin slots near the cartoony car’s steering wheel and told me, “Orever! Money!”

It was cool when his mom asked him to say a bunch of things too, including “Tito Oliver, you’re so funny!” He mumbled the words, “Orever, so funny,” pointed at his dad, and laughed mockingly. I don’t get it, it felt a little sarcastic with the laughter and all, but it was so, so cute.

Face To Face

My interpretation of my friend Isha's face. I used gel pens. Check out my art blog for other drawings in the set.

Buffy’s New Chosen One

I really need to sleep, my Christmas tree’s still up on my shelf, and I need to wake up early. But I gotta post about this now. Buffy fans, you must read BTVS Season 8 # 12. Super-spoiler alert!

Our fave Slayer sleeps with someone new. And it’s not someone you might expect. Again, spoilers!

She slept with Satsu, the Slayer girl who previously woke her up from her magic coma with a “true love’s kiss.”

Joss Whedon recently spoke about it at Newsarama:

“It’s not a huge life change for Buffy. She’s not gay. Sexuality is a spectrum. Many of us have experimented in our youth – that’s what youths are for. So we knew it wasn’t going to be a giant character shift – it was just going to be nice fodder for Buffy to be going through something besides feeling lonely and disconnected and having the weight of the world on her shoulders. It was nice for something nice to happen to her, and then for her to get kind of awkward about it.”

Wish the series had better art, though. Anyway, Season 8 will run for 40 issues. And according to Whedon, Season 9 will be set years after the end of this one.

I like that Buffy still grows as a character (although some may argue that sleeping with a smitten subordinate/co-worker is a step back). It’s still about growth, change and phases, and very few fictional comics/TV characters are allowed to progress past just one popular point of their lives.

While I’m not looking forward to Buffy becoming a married person or a mother yet, I don’t mind at all if the character gets to experience those important turning points eventually. Even if she becomes a divorcee or a widow someday, there’d still be a lot of interesting stories to read about. I trust her creator to let her grow, make mistakes, learn, and change some more. And I’ll be there, enjoying it and itching to see what happens next.

29, You’d Think I’d Know Better

Hello, younger self. It’s been a while. I’d ask you how you are, but I can actually remember. I’ll ask, anyway: How do you like the direction your life’s heading, so far?

So. You’re 29. You’ve been singing that particular Gin Blossoms song since you were 20. You’re now half-awed, half-scared; as a kid, you never thought you’d ever reach this age or grow this old. But that’s your favorite line from “29,” isn’t it? “At 29, you’d think I’d know better, living like a kid.” That’s only partly true now. You’ve matured. But you’re damn conflicted, especially today.

Today, you’re off to the North for an assignment. Tomorrow, a friend will read your palm, give a pretty accurate description of your life, then augur things that you’ll just laugh off. Well, you don’t laugh them off, exactly; you’ll just smile and wonder. You won’t believe some of the things that the reading predicted, but you will be amused. You do need some pleasant distractions to get some problems outta your head, especially tonight, of all nights.

The next few weeks will be stormy, in more ways than one. You’re second-guessing yourself and what you have, but as usual, you’re proving your worth consciously to people who expect good things from you. Still, self-awareness is a bitch, ain’t it? You wish more people thought the same way as you. And you feel stuck. The next couple of months, well, expect more of the same. And by September, things will culminate in a bad way.

But guess what? I’m proof that you make it. I don’t know if it coincides with some astrological occurrence called “Saturn Returns,” but being 29 was a depressing time, and not just for you. People have been known to undergo personal crises and uncertainty of purpose at this point in their lives. Numerical significance aside, you’ll learn from all this, like you always do. At the end of the year, you’ll look back at the last few months’ emotional turmoil and view things more optimistically.

You’ll realize that you’re happy with what you already have. That doesn’t mean you’ll be complacent; oh no. It’s funny, looking at you now, I can still recognize the naiveté, the post-teen angst, the perpetual need to prove yourself. Don’t you worry, bud, next year, you’ll have a chance to work on something that gives you some art cred. As for other happy things, I can say this much. They will come. The new year is gonna be good. You’ll know why when it comes.

So lighten up, hey. And love well. Turning 30 isn’t so bad. Heck, it’s going to be one of the best years of your life.

Gotta go, now. Dream’s over, kid. Wakey wakey.

A magical mystery tour ‘Across the Universe’

(Published Feb. 28, PDI-Entertainment. To view other articles, visit my Multiply site.)

By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
Contributor

Songs, sentiments and soliloquies are stirred into Julie Taymor’s cauldron of Beatles love in the mystical movie musical “Across the Universe.” It’s everything you’d expect from “The Lion King” musical director Taymor--shimmying and visually striking artscapes that don’t sacrifice the vital human component--only this time she’s adapted the music of the world’s most popular band.

Like in her previous films “Titus” and “Frida,” Taymor masterfully weaves canvas-like imagery and emotional resonance here. In a mélange of music, portraits and words, a simple story of two young lovers (and their friends) is told captivatingly, aided by dozens of Beatles classics worked into the script. The unstable, revolutionary decade of the ‘60s is thoughtfully encapsulated, though you don’t actually see the iconic band.

“Across the Universe” may easily win over Beatles fans because a sense of familiarity it evokes. The uninitiated may find getting into it a challenge at times, but the talent (and in some cases, the genius) behind the songs is clearly evident. From love ballads to socially aware tracks, the group’s songs here provide voices that seem tailor-made for very specific periods, situations and people.

The names of the protagonists are inspired by popular and obscure names from the song catalogue as well. Jude (Jim Sturgess), a dock worker from Liverpool, comes to America and eventually connects with the idealistic Lucy (Evan Rachel Wood). Jude’s best friend, Lucy’s brother Max (Joe Anderson), is sent to Vietnam, while their other friends--the lesbian Prudence (TV Carpio), the Joplin-esque Sadie (Dana Fuchs) and the Hendrix-ish JoJo (Martin Luther McCoy)--experience developments back home just as precariously.

The music is especially flavorful; “Let It Be” is both poignant and soulful during the scenes depicting a Detroit riot and its aftermath. Lucy’s spare renditions of “If I Fell” and “Blackbird” are haunting. Prudence sings “I Wanna Hold Your Hand,” reinvented fittingly to speak of her unrequited feelings as a closeted gay girl. Just as heartfelt is Jude’s aptly tranquil version of “Across the Universe,” which surprisingly segues into Sadie’s edgy and pulsating “Helter Skelter.”

A number of visual tricks are utilized, like animation and the superimposing of elements. The super-trippy “Strawberry Fields Forever,” however, is an example of seeing Taymor’s vision in, well, kaleidoscope eyes. It juxtaposes impaled strawberries (a product of Jude’s artistic frustration) with blood-hued war footage, strawberry grenades and bombs. The music video excessiveness feels a tad stretched visually, but you do get over it.

The actor-singers give distinct character to the interpretations; the film’s collection of songs actually rivals the “I Am Sam” soundtrack in that it also has inspired Beatles covers you’d want to listen to repeatedly. Lucy, Jude and the gang become people you care for, even when the music overpowers the narrative sometimes. Still, Taymor’s affection for the Beatles and these lovestruck characters is obvious. She loves them (yeah, yeah, yeah), and with a love like that, you know you should be glad. And you are.

Discover Me Discovering You

Sometimes, it takes real effort to keep it under control. You just know it when you’re around people who make your body react in ways that aren’t the usual. As the clichés go, your heart skips a beat; you hold your breath for a second; blood rushes downwards. Your body knows. It’s pure lust.

When a rare connection is formed and consummated--you’re tangled and bare, the ecstasy spilt on skin or sheets--the euphoria can last for hours or days. Years, even. When you’re alone in your bed, the moments swim in your head, triggering memories and responses long forgotten. You think about how you had each other, how territoriality was surrendered in that limited span.

But these arousing nostalgia trips end in due time; you do forget about them again and move on.

Joy Boy

Wrote this some time last month: Zane tagged me, so…

10 Happy Things

Post 10 things that recently made you happy, then tag ten other people and spread the loooooove…

1. I wrote and finished five articles (four for the PR firm, one for the paper) within the span of 24 hours.

2. I got original DVDs of Rome, Seasons 1 and 2, for free.

3. I attended and covered the Lovapalooza event alongside some of the nicest, most professional people I’ve met.

4. That Chocolate Cream-flavored Gonuts Sticky Roll is fricking addictive.

5. In a nephew’s report card, the teacher commented that he “continues to work with tremendous focus and attention to detail. He writes beautiful stories with great detail and illustrations.” Awesome.

6. Juno. I love it to bits.

7. It’s always fun to sing along to Joni Mitchell songs with friends.

8. I had three articles published in the paper last Wednesday (Feb. 13). There was my Lorraine Bracco interview and also my Cloverfield review in the Entertainment section, and “Soundtrack of my love life” appeared in the 2bU section.

9. I got to drink ten free beers while listening to great music.

10. Intimacy. Nothing beats that.

10 people to tag: PM'ed you already. :)

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

I love Across the Universe. Saw it last Wednesday. I’m still gushing.

What a week. My life’s undergoing major changes. I so lack sleep. And there are things that need to be done. But I count my blessings.

Oh. Speaking of songs and love, here’s something that got published last Feb. 13 in PDI-2bU.

Soundtrack of my love life
By Oliver M. Pulumbarit
2bU! Contributor

As someone who’s perpetually lovesick, I happily respond to certain songs that precisely flavor intimate moments of my life. They’re not all traditional love ballads or sentimental sapfests, and each has a particular line about attraction or devotion that honestly speaks and appeals to me. Sometimes, the lyrics, in their entirety, speak about romance as I see it. I posted a blog entry last July, “Fool for Love,” which listed my favorite saccharinely or artistically worded pop and alternative love ditties. I narrowed them down to about two dozen.

The list has changed since then; this is more or less a definitive rundown of songs that reflect my current thoughts and mood. I’ve loved some songs since I was a teen (and they still apply amazingly to my situation), while others are new discoveries that succinctly capture words that I always wanted to say. They remind me that trough the years, I’ve learned that love can stop, begin again, and can’t truly be measured properly.

1. “Love Is Strange,” Everything But The Girl
“After you’ve had it, you’ll never want to quit.”

2. “I Want You,” Silencers
“Well, I want to paint that picture with that great look in your eyes.”

3. “Love You,” Primal Scream
“Maybe our communion shall prevail.”

4. “Found,” The Beloved
“Your smile is like the ocean, your kiss the seven seas.”

5. “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” Lick The Tins
“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?”

6. “Show Me Heaven,” Maria McKee
“I’m not denying. I’m frightened as much as you.”

7. “I Need You Here,” Color It Red
“Now it’s late and I feel older, having lost so much to you…”

8. “Truth and Bone,” Heather Nova
“If I could only lose myself, I would lose myself in you.”

9. “The Flame,” Cheap Trick
“You were the first, you’ll be the last.”

10. “Love In Your Eyes,” Soraya
“You have raised me high above any love that I’ve ever found.”

11. “Drops of Jupiter,” Train
“Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?”

12. “As Long As It Matters,” Gin Blossoms
“Forget that our time is almost up.”

13. “I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You,” 10,000 Maniacs
“I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me.”

14. “Screaming Infidelities,” Dashboard Confessional
“I’m missing your bed. I never sleep.”

15. “I Will Follow You Into The Dark,” Death Cab For Cutie
“No blinding lights, or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight.”

16. “Strong Enough,” Sheryl Crow
“Lie to me, but please don’t leave.”

17. “If I Am,” Nine Days
“I wanna be with you forever, if tomorrow’s not too late.”

18. “In Your Eyes,” Peter Gabriel
“The light, the heat, I am complete.”

19. “Here’s To The Night,” Eve 6
“Don’t let me let you go.”

20. “Will You Be There In The Morning,” Heart
“You’re my obsession, my addiction, my drug.”

21. “In Demand,” Texas
“Now I’ve got someone who cares for me; he wrote my name in silver sands.”

22. “Crazy,” Icehouse
“You’re the one sure thing when I get lost in the game.”

23. “Better Love,” Londonbeat
“I was driving home, the morning after with the taste of you still on my tongue.”

24. “River,” Joni Mitchell
“He loved me so naughty, made me weak in the knees.”

25. “Hallelujah,” Jeff Buckley
“Remember when I moved in you, and the holy dove was moving too? Every breath we drew was Hallelujah.”

Lova, You Shoulda Come Ovah

Accidentally in Lova: Francis, TJ, me, Marge, Mark, Harold, Diday

Photo by Aldwin (thanks, man!). Me and the Stratworks peeps. Love 'em. These pics were taken after the Lovapalooza Frost Fest last week. Had to change into that shirt because it wasn't cold at the reception area (I wore the I Am Legend shirt with sewn-in long-sleeve extensions, which was perfect inside the Tent). Anyway, these people are fun to work with. And the Lova event was cool too, even if it got hectic at times. Got a bag of goodies... that Crystal Frost toothpaste sure is nice. It gives me enough CloseUp confidence to make out with anyone.