What did you expect

I forced myself not to write-write today. I guess it’s really draining when you just keep pouring and pouring and pouring out. I did a short blurb on my journal but that’s only to keep me from doing Something Stupid.


Spent most of the day sketching for a project with a friend (don’t want to disclose too much for fear of jinxery, et al.).


After sifting and shifting around a lot of YouTube videos I read The Best American Comics 2008, which I bought from The Smithsonian in my East Coast trip a few months ago.

Favorites so far:

  • Burden – Graham Annable
  • Seven Sacks – Eleanor Davis
  • Part II. The Benders Arrive – Rick Geary
  • Graveyard – Sarah Oleksyk


The last one noted there’s what resonates with me the most.


Been listening to some new stuff as well. The Vaccines’ Post-Break Up Sex is arguably the most amusing song I’ve heard in a while. 10,000 Maniacs too (I’ve known of them for a while but now’s the only time I’ve paid attention).


School resumes tomorrow. Back to wearing white and juggling workloads again. Hoo.



Delayed post is delayed! Holiday Matters have been taking me away lately. Anyhoo, a collaboration between myself and the awesome possum Tilde is in the second volume of The Quarterly Bathroom Companion Comics Compendium (QBCCC).

The piece is “Fragments: In Which We Are”, which Tilde did a good job of turning all topsy-turvy and nifty and it looks so much better in print, so if you’re in the Cubao area, Sputnik Fantastik over at Cubao X is selling them copies for Php 200. 164 pages of comics and articles; 28 creators!

Under the cut is the text version of Fragments (but really, dear children, please go get the comics)

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WAR – Asterios Polyp, by David Mazzucchelli

I’m taking a mini-break from poems right now so I decided it might be a good way to pass the time by adding a WAR [which I’ve oh-so-wittily thought to stand for What Alyza Reads] section. At the same time, I have a tendency to wage war against any hapless soul who happens to distract me when I’ve my head planted on something I read [humor me as I attempt to justify the acronym].

Reading is very affective in how we write anyway, right?

These aren’t going to be “reviews” per se – more of my thoughts on the said book/s. I’m not even going to try to convince you to read them since I suck at summaries and the best I can do to convince people to like something is to squee and flail around while grabbing their arm towards the said thing-of-my-fascination’s direction. Yay, ok go.

Asterios Polyp, by David Mazzucchelli

Okay, first off I was teetering between being eager and not for this book. I first stumbled on news of this via the internet two years ago but since everyone who was someone was hyping it up, I sort of forgot about it until one of my friends mentioned it in his Tumblr. Before that I lost hope of even purchasing this book given that to get a good selection of comic books in this country, you’ll have to pay an exorbitant amount, and really, some people don’t take comics that seriously either to increase the demand. Anyway, one day while going around Eastwood with my friend Denise, I saw this in the new Fullybooked branch fresh out of the box. I snatched it like true love. It’s now lovingly nestled in a spot between my copies of Demo and Fables: Legends in Exile.

This thing blew my mind. Seriously.

The art immediately jumps out at you – no blacks used anywhere. The darkest color used was violet. I also love how this book wonderfully executed how form follows function. I was even wishing for it to be in pop-up, but that’s just me. The pages are laid out wonderfully – the use of space was just fresh, fresh, fresh to the eyes, and this let the bold colors flow well together.

This is one of those stories that isn’t just the art or the writing – it’s the entire story that is godawfully good. Like, take away the art and yes, although the writing is strong, it will be left half-baked. The same if you just plant in the images and remove the speech balloons. This is actually one story where you take the speech balloons seriously and for that I send Mr. Mazzucchelli much love (even if I already did by buying the book). Also, it’s honestly funny in some bits and tragic in others (but not in the trying-hard sense).

Asterios is endearing in all his narcissism but I’d like to believe that the quiet Hana stole the show – actually, wait, the relationship between them did; I’m pretty sure I fell in love with how it was played out; I could rave about it  on and on but then that would mean some spoilery. The only drawback I found in this book was that compared to tackling Hana and Asterios’ relationship, the other parts (about Asterios’ adventures after his apartment burns) pale, but that’s only because I was more than eager to zoom into the parts about H&A again.

And the ending was just so unfffff! but somehow… fitting? It’s also a good read if you’re interested in design, architecture, and philosophy. Damnit, just read this already.

PS Buy this book if you can. Other than my metaphorical squeeing, it’s also good to know that it was printed on and bound with recycled paper.