It’s Sunday. We went to church, then to a mall called MegaCenter. While the wife and kids were in the grocery store, I went to a bookstore and bought some pocketbooks—one on poetry and the other a collection of short novels of Herman Melville, Moby Dick not included because it’s a long novel.
The poetry book was written by a best-selling poet (this according to what the publisher says about the author). Best-selling but not the best. That’s the difference. I read some of his poems, which didn’t bite me at all, poet and his poems mediocre. No wonder he is only a best-selling poet.
I don’t have a degree in literature or any related course but I read a lot. At an early age I read whatever was laid on my palm. Now I have to be discriminating and select only the best books that would consume my limited time.
Monday morning, all the kids went to school and the wife, to Bataan—she’s the DBP branch accountant in Balanga city, if you want to know about her.
About me, I am an agricultural engineer. I did some work, too. But I couldn’t get satisfaction when working with dumb employees and employers. They talked too much about money, promotion, good grooming, food or merienda. Son of a bitch! What a boring lot! I never had any real conversation with them because they were morons. That was long ago and I hope they’re still the same. However, they have a special place in this entry, so they must be very thankful for that.
This brings back to mind my high school and college days. My classmates in high school and in college were stupid, too. I hope they are still in the same mental condition now, dead or alive.
These nonentities should be thankful, too, for they also got a tiny space in this entry. This 13th day of February must be something special but I am not superstitious.