By Rex Catubig   IT started at the onset of the osteoarthritis on my right leg. I’ve been advised to avoid certain food. But I was stubborn and in denial. After all, I still have the other good leg. So my food demons waved aside caution to the wind, and…

By Rex Catubig   I HAD ballers for company one night a couple of years back. Over a jug of Alfonso which has superseded Empe as the populist liquor of choice, and a hearty pot of chicken fricassee, and grilled pork belly and tilapia over charcoal, our athlete guests easily…

By Rex Catubig   FOR some time in the past, I didn’t know I was on a most wanted list. “Artlets Most Wanted” was the title of a group email that announced I had been found. Artlets is the acronym of our college in UST–the College of Arts and Letters,…

By Rex Catubig   “If you came this way, Taking any route, starting from anywhere, At any time or at any season, It would always be the same: you would have to put off Sense and notion. You are not here to verify, Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity Or carry…

By Rex Catubig   NOWADAYS, when Puto (local rice muffin, not the gay Mexican variant) is mentioned, it comes with the descriptive prefix Calasiao. Just like the fish Bangus which is irrevocably identified with Dagupan, Puto and the township of Calasiao are mentioned in the same breath and have become…

By Rex Catubig   WE call her Nana, a term of endearment both deferential and affectionate, though often said in jest. She was mother hen to us–who became her extended family, dysfunctional and unorthodox–a motley assortment of lovesick, lovelorn, or just crazies in love–or so we thought. Rex at the…

By Rex Catubig   EVERY culture has its own unique way of grappling with the concept of death and redemption; of life here and life hereafter. It manifests itself in some odd rites and rituals: perhaps bizarre, absurd, irrational and fanciful. But beneath all that, they are ultimately ennobling because…

By Rex Catubig   LIKE an exclamation point to the shrill wheezing of the disc grinder cutting through the metal tubes for my fence , a ping sounded on my messenger that opened to a very casual message asking if I could accommodate a merienda meeting among a couple of…

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