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"... thinking is generally thought of as doing nothing in a production-oriented culture, and doing nothing is hard to do. It's best done by disguising it as doing something, and the something closest to doing nothing is walking."

Rebecca Solnit in Wanderlust: A History of Walking.
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resty said…
hi padma, won't running count?
9 September 2008 at 13:22
padma said…
You're right, it does. Maybe some one should write A History of Running!
10 September 2008 at 09:30
Anonymous said…
Hey there, this isn't related to your post, but I am sure I took an anthropology course with you at UP Diliman over a decade ago, when I was a confused and young Fil Am exchange student from Berkeley. I wanted to say hello! Cheers, Barbara Jane Reyes
12 September 2008 at 03:44
padma said…
Hi Barbara! Yes we were classmates in an anthro class taught by Jocano Jr, back when I was a young and confused freshman from Baguio. I can't recall what class it was exactly but I still vividly remember your tattoos (I was hugely impressed) and you giving a forceful report on feminism and the Tagalog language (which also made a huge impression on me). How nice to 'see' you again!
12 September 2008 at 10:43
The Nashman said…
ah basta, apay awan sm ken jollibee ngay? sayang all that open space :D

i'm gonna call henry sy on speed dial now. he will sort it out and by tomorrow there will be a garish box in there selling every manner of consumerist crap
24 September 2008 at 18:10
Unknown said…
lent my Wanderlust to the poet Vinz Serrano because he is writing a poetry book on walking in old Manila
27 September 2008 at 18:54
padma said…
Hoy Nash, soon I'll put up pictures of forested land bought up by the Ayalas and allegedly soon to be turned into a call center. Sorry nalang kay Henry Sy, they beat him to that prime spot!
28 September 2008 at 11:12
padma said…
Frankie, there's another book on walking that's on the tip of my tongue... Now I won't be able to rest until I remember what that book is... If I remember right it's about walking obssessively...
28 September 2008 at 11:13
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