Víctor Manuel Ramos
@vmramos
Journalist and writer; arranger of words. Interested in the human story. Editing breaking news and features at The New York Times. Periodista y escritor; arreglador de palabras. Me interesa el relato humano. Neoyorquino.
"Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus' son Achilleus / and its devastation, which put pains thousandfold upon the Achaians..." There's a lot of interest in “The Odyssey” because of the movie, but I am going back to "The Iliad," where Homer's epic started.
The sky becomes a background without features in this summer evening of smog over buildings in Queens, New York.
A dangerous sign for me, outside a small bookstore at the Dallas Farmers Market. I almost walked away with a nicely bound edition of “Moby Dick,” even though I already have it.
Last Saturday, I was going on my first reporting outing since pre-pandemic 2019. I had to dig through my belongings to find an unused reporter's notepad. I couldn't find my trusty digital audio recorder, but wait, the phone could do that much better now. ⬇️
Bare branches before spring /Ramas desnudas antes de la primavera. #photo
Today, got my regular @nytimes.com delivery with this nice throwback edition from Jan. 20, 1961, of @newsday.bsky.social, my former journalistic home: "KENNEDY IS SWORN IN." #newspapers
Earlier today, Mr. Dog, parked in Huntington, New York, reflects about his choices in life.
I am conflicted. The sign by this quaint little shop in Babylon, N.Y., says "Traveller's Rest," but the Olivetti typewriter says to my brain, "Sit down and write! Now!"
"There is no abstract art..." said Picasso. His Harlequin among paintings and studies from the artist's period at Fontainebleau. Saw it yesterday at an exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan.
Read the initial chapters of this compelling series online, and returned to it in today's paper | India’s struggle to raise millions into the middle class hinges partly on whether young women can delay marriage or buck tradition, working outside the home. @nytimes.com www.nytimes.com/2023/10/21/w...
Readings: "The sweet days of his life time were running out in anguish over his exile ... But when day came he sat on the rocky shore and broke his own heart groaning, with eyes wet scanning the bare horizon of the sea." The Odyssey, by Homer.
Ah. Must document that moment when I took the wrong train and ended up realizing it at a somewhat picturesque station in Queens. What is that I hear? Bachata music? At least that's familiar.
¡Ya está aquí! La edición impresa para el décimo aniversario de Contrapuntos, que incluye uno de mis cuentos.
Próximamente... Este es el bosquejo de la portada y contraportada del próximo número de Contrapuntos, que traerá poesías, cuentos y ensayos por escritores del Este de Estados Unidos, y me place que se haya incluido uno de mis cuentos. El enlace vendrá luego, cuando se publique.
Suburban moon: The strawberry moon emerges over the clouds and a house on Long Island, New York. Luna suburbana: La luna de fresas emerge sobre las nubes y una casa en Long Island, Nueva York.
A moment of quiet, looking at the parking lot from a small sushi spot.
Hello. Might as well start with a blue sky image. Just finding my way around for now. ¿Y qué más decir? El término "cielo azul" no es el cielo azul.