Questions: Teaching and Syllabus

I am at a loss trying to instill a love of books in my students. As an author, I love the book. This is a no brainer for me. I love the feel of book, textures of pages, weight of cover stock, book smell, the feel of the perfect bound spine, the look of a beautiful body font. When your name’s on the cover, that’s another thing altogether. Some of my best memories involve being immersed in a book, loving the narrative or the language or the characters so much, I feel legit sadness when I am through reading. As an old person, I prefer the book to the e-book. I wear the hell out of the books I study. My notes and underlines etc. are all in 0.7 mechanical pencil. I dog ear. I have sticky notes everywhere. I love analog interface. I love the thoughtfulness that the book enables, encourages, makes possible. It isn’t just data or information easily retrievable on the internet. Is this generational chauvanism I’m enacting here.

Progress Note

Haaay! Miss Philippines won Miss Universe. I was thinking about what “the universe” knows about Filipinos. Pacquiao, and now Pia. What else? Not much. My previous manuscript, Invocation to Daughters, has at its core, my concerns about Jennifer Laude, Mary Jane Veloso, Julieta Yang, Izabel Laxamana. The photographs of Xyza Cruz Bacani. Please look them up if these names are not at all familiar to you. These are Filipinos that “the universe” which Pia represents, does not know.