Greetings from the province of Zambales, municipality of San Antonio, at Barangay Pundaquit! It is nice to be soaking up the beach vibes that go so well with an icy cold San Miguel Light beer. We are staying at the Wave Song Beach Resort once again, with a lovely view from our front porch of Capones Island. Had a short walkabout, then met up with an old friend who lives in San Antonio at the beach bar next door to our hotel. The place was packed in a way you rarely see in Barretto. There were even a couple of other familiar faces there to greet. We enjoyed a nice ocean sundown from the beach, had some dinner, and then had a sandy walk back to our room. Not a bad way to spend the day!
It was 33 kilometers door-to-door from my house to Wave Song. Coincidentally, Kevin Kim took a 33K hike yesterday. Upon arriving in Pundaquit before checking into our hotel, we stopped at one of my favorite places, CMC Car Wash, for lunch. Swan’s friend Mercy, at the far end of the table, provided the driver service. If all goes according to plan, she’ll find her way back to pick us up in the morning.CMC is a big open-air bar with a great kitchen.This snake was only on display, not on the menu.I enjoyed my big pork rib lunch.Our room at Wave Song is small, but clean and functional. 3000 pesos per night.The view from our front porch.That’s a good sign that I’ll be sleeping well.Boats on the beach.Boats on the water.Mountains, sand, and water. Pundaquit has it all.
Speaking of sand, this sand is thick and soft. Much harder to walk on than it is in Baloy. Maybe that’s a natural difference between ocean and bay sand.
I gave up on the beach walk, and we ventured through this little village on our way back to pavement. The natives were friendly.This is where we will be dining tonight. Full report tomorrow.We finished our walk at The Beach Bar.We were surprised to see some familiar faces, including this gal who works at Queen Victoria in Barretto.Then the sun started doing that thing it does at the end of every day.We settled in to watch the show from our chairs on the beach.And we were not disappointed.The bar was still hopping after sundown.The Beach Bar pork chop dinner.
Then it was one last beer, back to the room for a good night’s sleep, and waking up ready for day two of our Pundaquit adventure.
From Facebook memories, twelve years ago I made a cameo appearance on a local news broadcast from Augusta, Georgia.
That’s me in the blue, trying to pretend I’m good enough to compete with the dart pros.
One of the Facebook groups I belong to is about remembering the 70’s.
I remember those good ol’ days.Being in my 70s isn’t nearly as much fun, but I’m glad to still be around anyway.
From the January 2018 LTG archives, I climbed a mountain in the snow. And damn, it’s been all downhill from there. Oh well, I can still look at the mountains, and I don’t miss the snow and ice.
I’m done with seduction as well, but in today’s YouTube video, the Filipina Pea has some guidance for those who are not. Turns out, she’s using Visayan language phrases, not Tagalog, so it probably wouldn’t have helped me here on Luzon anyway.
Ready for the funny stuff?
I don’t have a clue, but it sounds as unworkable as my “do-over” dream.The joke notwithstanding, I’m pretty sure the way this meme is written is enough to make an English teacher’s head explode. Right, Kevin?And it explains why we know Elizabeth Warren was never an Indian.
I guess those weren’t so funny after all. Oh well, I’m on vacation, and I need to get back to not working. We’ll try again tomorrow, assuming I find my way home.
2 thoughts on “Wave songs”
The joke notwithstanding, I’m pretty sure the way this meme is written is enough to make an English teacher’s head explode. Right, Kevin?
I think that, other than the typos and the babyish style of over-punctuation, the thing that drives me the most crazy about these jokes is the way the text is always center-justified instead of left-justified, the way normal people do it. Makes everything harder to read.
re: “ship of Theseus” problem
We live this problem in our own bodies. Most of the cells we were born with have been completely replaced over and over through the years—usually at different rates depending on the type of cell (exceptions include tooth enamel, certain eye cells, and certain brain cells). Yet our memories and personalities perdure (even if the memories get fuzzy or turn out to be wrong), which is why philosophers like Dr. Vallicella speak of “the unity of consciousness,” which remains whole despite this constant replacement of parts. But if almost none of the material “you” from birth exists today, in what sense are you really you? And really, doesn’t your personality change at least somewhat over the years? And just how reliable are your memories? When you think about it, your “self” is more like fog than a rock-solid thing. Is there even a real you? The Buddhist answer is: “Fundamentally, no. Relatively speaking, yes.”
re: Facebook
I’m surprised you’re still on that. Seems like a huge dumpster fire to me, not much better than Reddit or, these days, Bluesky. I quit Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram years ago, and life has been a lot less stressful. I get enough conflict in my own blog’s comments, often from people claiming to be friends or at least passing themselves off as friendly acquaintances. That’s plenty for me.
True: sometimes, a compound subject can represent a singular concept and thus be grammatically singular:
• Peace and quiet appeals to me, Lieutenant. (source)
(i.e., the concept of peace & quiet)
—but is that the case in the above-pictured sign’s grammar? I don’t think so.
Anyway, enjoy the sun & fun.
Kevin, that’s interesting about how the cell regeneration makes us not what we once were, yet we still remain basically the same. I’d honestly never thought about that concept before.
I used Facebook as a tool for the most part. It’s where I load photos from my phone before selecting the ones I want to edit and use on the blog. I also sometimes find things of interest and links to sources posted there. I also get some laughs at how some lefties are so deranged. One guy I know posts every morning, “Is Trump dead yet?” I don’t engage with the idiots I encounter, but I do sometimes post memes that I know will make their heads explode. All in good fun. I’ve never been on those other sites you mention.
Yep, I remember that lesson. I was trying to differentiate between the 70s decade and being in my 70s. Should I have just written 1970s for clarity?
As for the sign, yes, it is grammatically incorrect, but since a non-native English speaker posted it, I’ll cut them some slack. I think most of their clientele is Filipino, so I don’t know why they even bothered with English signage.
The joke notwithstanding, I’m pretty sure the way this meme is written is enough to make an English teacher’s head explode. Right, Kevin?
I think that, other than the typos and the babyish style of over-punctuation, the thing that drives me the most crazy about these jokes is the way the text is always center-justified instead of left-justified, the way normal people do it. Makes everything harder to read.
re: “ship of Theseus” problem
We live this problem in our own bodies. Most of the cells we were born with have been completely replaced over and over through the years—usually at different rates depending on the type of cell (exceptions include tooth enamel, certain eye cells, and certain brain cells). Yet our memories and personalities perdure (even if the memories get fuzzy or turn out to be wrong), which is why philosophers like Dr. Vallicella speak of “the unity of consciousness,” which remains whole despite this constant replacement of parts. But if almost none of the material “you” from birth exists today, in what sense are you really you? And really, doesn’t your personality change at least somewhat over the years? And just how reliable are your memories? When you think about it, your “self” is more like fog than a rock-solid thing. Is there even a real you? The Buddhist answer is: “Fundamentally, no. Relatively speaking, yes.”
re: Facebook
I’m surprised you’re still on that. Seems like a huge dumpster fire to me, not much better than Reddit or, these days, Bluesky. I quit Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram years ago, and life has been a lot less stressful. I get enough conflict in my own blog’s comments, often from people claiming to be friends or at least passing themselves off as friendly acquaintances. That’s plenty for me.
about remembering the 70’s
Spot the error!
That’s a good sign that I’ll be sleeping well.
Hmmm. That sign on the tree.
Grammar: A and B _____ not allowed. (is/are)
True: sometimes, a compound subject can represent a singular concept and thus be grammatically singular:
• Peace and quiet appeals to me, Lieutenant. (source)
(i.e., the concept of peace & quiet)
—but is that the case in the above-pictured sign’s grammar? I don’t think so.
Anyway, enjoy the sun & fun.
Kevin, that’s interesting about how the cell regeneration makes us not what we once were, yet we still remain basically the same. I’d honestly never thought about that concept before.
I used Facebook as a tool for the most part. It’s where I load photos from my phone before selecting the ones I want to edit and use on the blog. I also sometimes find things of interest and links to sources posted there. I also get some laughs at how some lefties are so deranged. One guy I know posts every morning, “Is Trump dead yet?” I don’t engage with the idiots I encounter, but I do sometimes post memes that I know will make their heads explode. All in good fun. I’ve never been on those other sites you mention.
Yep, I remember that lesson. I was trying to differentiate between the 70s decade and being in my 70s. Should I have just written 1970s for clarity?
As for the sign, yes, it is grammatically incorrect, but since a non-native English speaker posted it, I’ll cut them some slack. I think most of their clientele is Filipino, so I don’t know why they even bothered with English signage.