There are many moving memorials to war and sacrifice in Manila, as there are in any big city.This monumental sculpture, however, honors a class of citizens perhaps less commonly venerated… The brave and far-sighted land developers who made the neighborhood into what it is today. May they rest in luxurious peace.

Manila skyline from 33 floors up. That ominous haze is the outer edges of Typhoon Ruby Hagupit.

Guess what I’ll be thinking about this weekend from the relative safety of my high-rise hotel in Manila? I say safe because it’s a modern high-rise away from the water, and even safer because it’s several hundred miles away from the likely path of the storm. Still…

The places that are in harm’s way got hit hard last year by Hayan and their people must feel a Sisyphean despair as Ruby barrels in.

Dawn breaks over Manila

After slightly more than a day’s journey I’m safely ensconced in an airport hotel on the other side of the world.

Maybe airport hotels are a little bit like wine, mostly more or less the same but the more you know about them the more you can detect and appreciate small nuances from one to the next. This one has lots of people employed, heavy security, and a faint smell of smoke in the air…

Today I transfer to the meeting site and then spend all next week talking about terminology.

Besides a collection of impossibly tall skinny blond youth looking as coolly smug as only those with a state- run health system can look, these are some of the other faces of Stockholm: August, King Vasa, Astrid, and St. Goran.

Ice Bar with Brian and Carol. They don’t even really bother to sell you a second drink after the cover charge one.

Me and a graffiti covered cell tower on a hill overlooking Stockholm. I misjudged the timer and was reaching for the camera when it took the shot, but maybe the accidental action shot is better anyway.

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