Scuba Dream

Untitled. Colored marker on sketchbook paper. 06/14/2005

These hands are not my hands. They draw lines of seaweed or twine or wire. An underwater dream. A tin lunchbox, ham, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes on wheat bread. A brandless automobile. Edible fish. Carnivorous fish.

Conversation Between a Forensic Scientist and a Priest

I just remembered this one from an episode of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation:

Grissom: "We both have jobs that begin after the crime."

Priest: "After the sin."

Grissom: "Some people would call that a career in futility."

Priest: "Some call it a vocation."

Grissom: "A hundred years ago, we didn't have the technology for finger prints. Fifteen years ago we didn't have DNA. Hopefully one day we'll have fool-proof means by which to put the right man in jail in this case."

Priest: "Some day we won't need jails.—I celebrate mass every Thursday night, seven o' clock."

Grissom: "Thank you—but no."

Priest: "You don't believe?"

Grissom: "In religion. I believe in God, in science, in Sunday supper. I don't believe in rules that tell me how I should live."

Priest: "Even if they're handed down by God?"

Grissom: "How many crusades were fought in the name of God? How many people died because of someone's religion?"

Priest: " Fanaticism, not a religion."

Grissom: "Semantics. They're still dead. I'm sorry about Ben, father."

Priest: "You still suffer like a Catholic. A light bulb goes out, but people fix it and get a new one. A light bulb goes out for the Catholic, he stands in the dark and says, 'what did I do wrong?'"

Grissom: "That guilt's not in me anymore."

*****

I think I should be going out more.

Hetero-erotica

Untitled. No. 2 Pencil on sketchbook paper. 06/12/2005

Got to visit my folks again after a month. It wasn't exactly an exciting weekend but it was a welcome change. I've been away from home for too long that think I have become allergic to my old room. I couldn't sleep as sound when I'm in my place but I really don't mind. This occassional variation in the routine prevents monotony from setting in.

*****

The heat is killing me. I've probably perspired a bucket-full since Saturday. Went to visit my tita's whose place is a few hundred feet higher above sea level than where we're living. I would think that it'd be colder there but no... It was like a furnace in their house. The heat made me lethargic and I was practically sleeping in my sweat and the electric fans did not help at all. It was a relief when we had to leave for the mall, but it wasn't really much of a relief when we got there. Then I went to visit my grandmother. Not much different there as well. I just had dinner there then went off to my place. Soaked in the shower as soon as I got in and I just stayed there for like half-an-hour before toweling off. I thought I was ok for the night but it turns out that the long shower was just temporary relief. Even with the fan blowing at full blast, I was still sweating where I lay. Not a good night at all.

Just practicing my aim without looking at the viewfinder. Snapshots I took on my way to work this morning.