Myles A. Garcia is a Filipino-American based in California who has published two niche books, “Secrets of the Olympic Ceremonies” and “Thirty Years Later (Catching up With the Marcos-Era Crimes).” His latest book, “Adobo, Apple Pie and Schnitzel with Noodles,” is described as “an anthology of essays on the Filipino-American experience” based on his travels and 45 years in the United States and his travels.
For the “new young old” (whom I would call the New Young Gold, in sync with Lifestyle), the challenge is how to keep fit well into the longer years which have been granted them by science and medicine.
Where were you on Sept. 11, 2001? As is well known, 911 is the emergency code used by Americans on the telephone to summon for help in extreme situations. But since Sept. 11, 2001, it has also come to mean the day of infamy when the World Trade Center was attacked by two planes that had been transformed into terrorist weapons. Six billion people all over the world were able to witness it in real time or shortly thereafter.
Trust New York to come up with the very latest satirical commentary on America’s political predicament. Showing at the Off-Broadway Triad Theater is “Me, the People: The Trump America Musical.”
In its July 8 issue, the Economist asks in its editorial titled “Over 65 shades of gray,” “What do you call someone who is over 65 but not yet elderly? This stage of life, between work and decrepitude, lacks a name.”
Nearly 60 years ago, the Philippines pioneered in cultural diplomacy when a relatively greenhorn dance troupe from the Philippine Women’s University (PWU) performed at the 1958 Brussels World Fair.
How does one teach children about heritage? Dr. Nina Lim-Yuson, president of Museo Pambata, has the answer, literally at her fingertips.
The image of the Spanish friar in colonial times, depending on the century and on the judge, has been either revered or hated. Jose Rizal caricatured some of the friars in his novels, but he was also careful to show examples of priests who were devoted to their flocks.
My father Virgilio Sr.—Rex to his friends, Heyo to his sibings and Virgil to my mom—would have turned 95 on July 5, just as my mother would have been 91 on July 7. They were married on July 4, 1941—a few months before the outbreak of World War II.
The names Juan Goytisolo, Jaime Gil de Biedma and Alfonso Ossorio are hardly household words in the Philippines, but in the case of the first two personages, they stand tall as writers in the annals of Spanish contemporary literature.
