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My Back Pages Adventures in the Rag Trade

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TO write “30” in the journalism racket is to end the story. Old-school news reporters used to end their dispatches by typing three X’s: “30” being the Arabic equivalent of the Roman number XXX. Since it’s one keystroke less, reporters started the practice of typing “30” to signify the end.

Posted: December 7th, 2014 in Columns,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Bread winners

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The afternoon air is heavy with the distinctively sweet scent of bread. In a basket on a table is a dizzying array of breads, enough to feed a Filipino family for a week. The baked goods come in all shapes and sizes. There is a giant conjoined pair of monay, huge as a person’s buttocks. There are breads in the shape of a lechon and the form of a crab. Scattered around are pieces of egg pan de sal, little golden drops of cooked dough. Visible in the pile are the bonnet-shaped goodies called, of course, pan de bonete. There are examples of the dense pan de sal de suelo, among others. Placed together, they threaten to overwhelm the senses: How can there be so many kinds of bread in one place at one time?

Posted: October 5th, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Stepping Into Grandma’s Shoes

(Cover photo by Jilson Seckler Tiu)

If the sins of the father cannot be visited on the son, does that put Marcos grandson Fernando Martin “Borgy” Manotoc in the clear?

Posted: September 7th, 2014 in Featured Gallery,Photos & Videos,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Angeli Bayani: The Natural


We told Angeli Bayani to come as she wanted to be photographed, and she came as herself.

Posted: August 3rd, 2014 in Featured Gallery,Photos & Videos,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Long Live Nick

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There has never been anything like Nick Joaquin’s voice—literally. Whenever friends recall the late National Artist for Literature’s words, they launch into an impersonation that’s so spot-on it verges on the uncanny. “Darling (pronounced daah-ling),” they would say, breaking into a growl that’s sweet and improbably loud. It sounds like Joaquin is speaking through that person. It’s a voice that thunders through the years. It echoes through distinct points in our history. That voice—explosive, garrulous, unforgettable—made Nick Joaquin immortal.

Posted: July 6th, 2014 in Columns,Editor's Pick,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »