eros the bittersweet

the stories they tell

who would have thought that the skeletal system shows as much as, if not more tell-tale signs of foul play versus its fleshy and muscular counterpart?

who would have.

that is what the fox hit series 'bones' teaches us. or has been teaching us for seven seasons. i doubt that i was the only one to get lost in the scientific blabber jabber when i started following the show. it was one of those that was both daunting and entertaining to watch, but i have to say that it is more science than science fiction.

enter our two major protagonists - dr. temperance brennan, played by the enigmatic emily deschanel and special agent seeley booth, a role given to the former vampire, david boreanaz. they, along with the rest of the jeffersonian institution's lot of squints - experts in pathology, entomology, cartography and perhaps other sciences that i have not heard of - fight crimes to keep the streets of washington d.c. free from criminals (name it - psychos, murderers, crooked cops, sneaky bastards, twisted maniacs).


the nice thing about bones is that the chemistry between the leads are undeniable...to the point - seething hot. that's probably the icing on the cake. what i really like about it is that the show's creator, producers, writers and directors offer the audience something to learn. it is like discovery channel - only that you cannot wait for brennan and booth's next heart-warming scene. these leads are striking contrasts of each other - yin and yang, light and shadow, creation and destruction. some have compared them with mulder and scully - though i think this bit is approached differently in 'bones.'

it got me through a brief, dark period in my life - where i found myself hurrying to go home so i can get myself my 'treatment.' though i would watch four to five episodes in a day, it never felt like i would suffer an overdose of it. what it left me with was the total antithesis of too much - i was left craving for more of it - more of the science and more of the tension between the main characters.


the character of dr. temperance brennan was based on forensic anthropologist's kathy reichs' novels - but according to reichs, who also produces the tv series, it would be a prequel to the more 'mature' dr. brennan as depicted in her books.

one of my favorite bones episodes was from season two - where the serial kidnapper 'gravedigger' was introduced. and just last month, i started streaming episodes from season seven online so i could do some catching up. and dig this: bones and booth had a baby.

the previous season left us with one hell of a cliffhanger - bones' revelation to booth that she is pregnant with his child and fast forward five months - they are sharing a domicile (in bones' own words), creating a new life and new memories together - and still dealing with fresh dead bodies and/or long time dead bodies.

in the last two weeks, i have scoured perhaps three book sale branches to get myself copies of kathy reichs' novels - and i so far have acquired nine of maybe a dozen books - for a little less than php 700.00. not bad at all. i have a good feeling tempe (and emily!) will be mighty proud of me as i attempt to devour the science as understood, interpreted and presented in the brennan tome:



marry the night

which was what lady gaga did.

with perhaps 15,000 of her faithful minions in last night's final show at the sm mall of asia arena.  

i was there.

i am there.

i feel like i left a fraction of me exactly where she was.

i have never seen the filipino crowd 'obey' an artist the way she made the rest of us did.  we screamed, we hailed her name, we danced, we got off our derrieres, we put our paws up - when she asked us to.

it was like we were all in a trance.  i was in a trance.  i am still in a trance.

she is the consummate artist - her theatrical flair, her musical genius, her sheer talent, her undeniable ingenuity.  that, combined with the capacity of her crew - both onstage and the ones taking care of what happens backstage - left manila with one hell of a performance to remember.

she emerged from her 'castle' on a horse and the clamor for her name was so loud i know my eardrums popped before she even began her third song.  

she cursed and pranced upon the stage like a mad, wild woman.  oh, that she was.  and that she always will be.  she mused about betrayal and freedom and how she cannot tolerate homophobia and violence and hatred and gathered the crowd with her songs - some new, some old, all were unforgettable.  

she gave her audience nothing short of a spectacle - great choreography, great repertoire, innumerable costume changes (it felt like it, i lost count of the number of times she changed costumes), great live performance!

her voice was solid and it was something you cannot mistake to be somebody else's.  her speaking voice, however, was adorable.  it was husky and a little deep.  probably her italian roots has much to do with it.  or just like me - my voice would usually sound 'deeper' during the night.  do not ask me how or why.

she sang some of my favorites - poker face, just dance, paparazzi, alejandro, americano, born this way, you and i, bad romance - and many others that made last night's affair heart-pounding and blood-curdling.  all because i simply cannot fathom how a 26-year old performer who also wowed the crowd the night before could manage to keep herself alive and kicking for two full hours.  

it was undoubtedly her passion.  it was her desire to make sure each and everyone under that roof was dog tired at the end of the show.  it was this sweet, twisted need of hers to ensure that every single human being was having fun and will have much to remember.

she succeeded and has made her little monsters utterly and terribly happy.

when i got home, i was still humming the music to myself - even when i have a bitch of a headache and my ass hurt big time from all the dancing and the jumping.  

more to come as my brain recuperates (if it will cooperate with the rest of my body).  one thing is for certain -- there are moments and instances that one can easily shrug off.  this is not one of them. 

thank you for the wonderful ball, my lady.  hats off to you. :)


the lady is a tramp

the erratic manila weather is driving everyone insane - save one - lady gaga. despite protests and vigils left and right, the show went on and we will rock again tonight!  i'm pretty sure she will give the word 'crazy' a totally new meaning.

she unveiled her born this way tour in manila last night and in a few hours, i'll be joining her and her minions for another night of artistry, theatrical flair and sheer musical genius!

i won't be writing much now, i'm really,really excited that i'll have a chance to see her perform tonight at the sm mall of asia arena.  



 

anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.