• BY MAJOR TOM
  • December 18, 2006 | 3:13 pm

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Personal and Family

I Was Once A Caroler Myself

My o’ my, how time flies. A couple of nights ago, I was standing by our front gate after dinner, puffing some cigarettes when a group of kids approached me and asked, “Can we do some Christmas carols?”. I said, “Why not.” although I was a little taken aback not expecting that the season for carollings had already started. I had counted the days in my mind and indeed, it was already December 16, which is the day that children could go from house to house and sing Christmas carols and get some pennies for it. Of course, some adults would also be on the road clutching their guitars and banjos singing those heavenly songs more sublimely.

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  • BY MAJOR TOM
  • December 5, 2006 | 1:47 pm

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Personal and Family, Entertainment News

The Phenomenology of James Bond Movies and The James Bond Character Itself

I WAS TUNED TO A JAMES BOND MOVIE the other night and caught it somewhere near its climactic end. I could not anymore tell what movie title it got but it starred Pierce Brosnan as the iconic English spy. I bet some of you are aware about the proliferation of James Bond movies on our cable television for some nights now; it’s sort of a bond movie festival where one can get to watch a different episode of the spy series at any given night—or day for that matter. I remember that this kind of television offering was available to cable television viewers just about a year ago that it had made me wonder about why in the world they keep having a marathon of James Bond movies on TV. Maybe a lot of James Bond fanatics were asking for it and they got just what they wanted. (more…)



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  • December 4, 2006 | 2:16 pm

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Literature

The River Of Mesopotamia c. 2002

Note: This is a poem I’ve written some years ago. It’s about peace and unity among all men, of all faith and races.

In the ancient valleys of Tigris,

in the days of still molt and rock,

a river sung the serenade

of the beginnings of life,

as it moved in crystalline fluidity,

to brim with sparkles and light,

and come across upon a rock reckoned in time,

it is a moment set forth as a matter of design.

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