Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Fashion from hell, literally


(Filed under: Topics you'll never read in print media)

The time has come again to bash Satan, as he holds sway over the fashion sense of some people with a skewed sense of humor. I am referring to the seasonal sight of pairs of ember-red horns adorning the heads of a number of party people these days.* Their idea has invaded the city streets, including the eskinitas. The bad joke is admittedly hilarious, and it reaches comedic heights when the accessory from hell is worn by the newborn against his will. The result is an ironic vision, if ever there's one, beatific and demonic at the same time. But guess who's glad as hell Gehenna at the thoughtless gesture?

To those who believe that Satan is real, this fashown statement is an increasingly regular mockery of everything that is good and beautiful. It represents a successful trumping (largely through American influence) of the original meaning of Halloween and a reverse glorification of the defeated god of the underworld. The offensive embellishment is obviously a symbolic nod to Belzeebub's fashion sense, giving the bad idea that he is a possible source of style and proffering the eternal fires as alternative design wonderland.

True, there’s a sense of freedom at expressing oneself using such a symbol of darkness in the context of fun. But that kind fun has a very dark side: The disgraced one is guiltlessly glorified in upper case, the loser proclaimed a winner, at least in the fashion department.

Don’t be deceived by the devil, folks. The seemingly harmless gesture is actually the height of tastelessness, a proclamation of the sluttier core values of our little-Hollywood copycat society. Oppose the reign of darkness! Down with dorky Satanic horns!

Oops. You don’t believe in Satan and hell? Fine. You’ll do when you get there. Mwahahahahaha! Happy Halloween!

*(Please refer to these Google images to give you an idea.)

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You might want to read more about how Halloween was successfully corrupted and how it might be redeemed.

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I’m on leave Nov. 1-4, hoping to decompress somewhere in Pagsanjan.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Review: Ordinary People


I forgot posting here a review of one notable classic that I saw, so here goes:

I’ve seen the movie Ordinary People, the film by Robert Redford (yes, the actor) that won over Martin Scorsese’s Raging Bull back in 1980 (what the...!). At first, I was dismissive of this film because I had seen Raging Bull first and I'm aware how intelligent the boxer’s story is, and this is, what, just a family melodrama – about ordinary folks, of all people. But when J. said, “This is the movie that taught me how to feel,” I gave the movie a chance. Result? I still couldn’t relate that much because I couldn’t identify with the dysfunctional family situation at all. But there are things that piqued my interest; this film is a significant achievement in its own right.

My mother is certainly not the domineering type and my father is the usual distant macho archetype. The thought of a mother being distant to her son is such an alien idea to me, so that alone kept me riveted, keeping me wanting to know how the seemingly simple story would unfold. I simply couldn’t understand the woman’s steel-cold façade. I couldn’t relate as well to the comforting father character, but it’s the crazed angry woman character that I wanted to study further. Of course, I related readily to certain aspects of the Timothy Hutton character (the son’s), but just some aspects only.

Nevertheless, the movie opened my eyes to the reality of denials and repressed emotions, blaming, broken families, coping with trauma and its consequences (not the usual one caused by divorce) – ugly things shattering the normally reassuring picture of domestic love. I thought this microreview hits all the right spots:

From Editorial Reviews: Amazon.com essential video:

"Robert Redford made his Oscar-winning directorial debut with this highly acclaimed, poignantly observant drama (based on the novel by Judith Guest) about a well-to-do family's painful adjustment to tragedy. Mary Tyler Moore and Donald Sutherland play a seemingly happy couple who lose the older of their two sons to a boating accident; Timothy Hutton plays the surviving teenage son, who blames himself for his brother's death and has attempted suicide to end his pain. They live in a meticulously kept home in an affluent Chicago suburb, never allowing themselves to speak openly of the grief that threatens to tear them apart. Only when the son begins to see a psychiatrist (Judd Hirsch) does the veneer of denial begin to crack, and Ordinary People thenceforth directly examines the broken family ties and the complexity of repressed emotions that have festered under the pretense of coping. Superior performances and an Oscar-winning script by Alvin Sargent make this one of the most uncompromising dramas ever made about the psychology of dysfunctional families. There are moments--particularly related to Mary Tyler Moore's anguished performance as a woman incapable of expressing her deepest emotions--when this film is both intensely involving and heartbreakingly real. No matter how happy and healthy your upbringing was, there's something in this excellent film that everyone can relate to. --Jeff Shannon"

Now here's a comment from a journal:

Academic Psychiatry 23:174-179, September 1999
© 1999 Academic Psychiatry

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Media Column

Using the Movie Ordinary People to Teach Psychodynamic Psychotherapy With Adolescents

Frederick C. Miller, M.D.

Dr. Miller is Director of Psychiatry Residency Training, Albert Einstein Medical Center; and faculty, the Institute of the Philadelphia Association for Psychoanalysis, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Address correspondence and reprint requests to Dr. Miller, Albert Einstein Medical Center, 5501 Old York Road, Philadelphia, PA 19141; E-mail: Millerfr@aehn2.einstein.edu.

"Most movies provide rich examples of bad psychotherapy. A few movie psychotherapies are so accurate and well done that they can be used, like process notes, to teach psychiatric residents and other students the major principles and techniques of psychodynamic psychotherapy. Ordinary People is one such movie, in which the treatment of a severely depressed adolescent boy is portrayed. By using a summary of the "patient's" background and the transcript of one vignette from the movie "psychotherapy," a method is discussed for teaching many of the principles and techniques of psychodynamic psychotherapy with adolescents, including 1) transference and resistance; 2) neutrality and the real object; 3) slips of the tongue and the observing ego; 4) unconscious conflict expressed somatically, and making it conscious; 5) the role of education; 6) open- and closed-ended interpretations and gratifying or frustrating patients; and 7) multiple determination of symptoms and the working-through process."

Local literary news


Two notable things not picked up by the media.

1. 2007 Man Asian Literary Prize - Shortlist Announced; Five authors make the shortlist for inaugural prize. RP's Butch Dalisay is among the names listed.

2. Poet Gémino H. Abad delivers the speech "Our Sense of Country in Our Poetry in English" October 18 at the Ortigas Center Library, where he says the following:

"Our sense of country is, in the first place, personal and subjective, but that doesn’t make it any less real. It may also be shared, through education, mass media, literature and the other arts, and other means and institutions.

"One of course does not always read as though he were looking for his country; he does so only if he is so inclined; which is why I say, the Philippine matter in and through what I read is consequent upon a practice of reading.

"One’s sense of country is more image than concept, more feeling than thought. Which of course is why that sense is more readily apprehensible in the artistic media – painting, film, theatre, song, the literary text. If one immigrates, he brings with him that sense of country; but because it is a sense borne out of living among people in a natural terrain that has a people’s own culture and history, it is over time and generations as elastic and mutable as a people’s history and culture.

"The “Filipino American” is over time not Filipino, he is American; that is his own choice. After an indeterminate period, he thinks and feels American, he lives American. “America” becomes what his imagination owes its allegiance to; if his mind or heart should at times turn to his country of origin, it is a passing nostalgia, a transient ache for a home that was once his heart’s country. If he returns and settles in his country of origin, or returns to die and be buried there, it can be said that he has never really in his heart relinquished his imagination’s allegiance to his country of origin, he has never really gone away, he has always nurtured in his heart his sense of his original country.

"One’s country is what one’s imagination owes its allegiance to."

(Email me if you want the full text.)

Monday, October 29, 2007

The rapist


When you smile at something you've said, he might say you’re masking your sadness. (Ironic, right?) When you refuse to admit you’re angry, he insists that you are - by pointing out how over lunch you’ve sliced your chicken into extra-tiny strips. When you sigh a deep sigh or crumple your forehead or raise your eyebrow, it could mean a thing to him. Tiny details just won’t escape his notice. He always does that – read between the lines, be on the lookout for clues, and oftentimes, what he thinks is not what you think.

Sometimes, he doesn’t tell you what he already knows about you. Sometimes, he thinks it’s best that you yourself realize certain things, that you say things out loud yourself. He uses what's called the playback method for this purpose, where he tells you to repeat something you’ve said – until you realize something odd in it that you didn’t notice before.

Other times, he volunteers his observations like a jolt from out of the blue, raising your hackles. “You know what I noticed about you? You intellectualize too much!” “Face your feelings! They are real!” “Don’t deny them. Acceptance is the first step to healing.” “Don’t intellectualize. Don't over-spiritualize!” “Don’t be overly scrupulous!”

It doesn’t matter if what caused your feelings are true or not. You are not here to resolve what was true and what wasn’t. If you want healing, he says, what matters most is to recognize what you feel.

Slowly, you get afraid of what he might say next. You get a bit tense that you might hear, “You hate this or that person” or “You hate yourself” or “You hate God.”

And so you tend to prepare your possible response to each, too: “God,” you’d go, “how could I hate God? What blasphemy!” It never occurred to me to blame God for the evil that men do! I love God and God loves me. Could it be that you’re mistaken?”

“And hate anyone? How could I hate anyone when I’ve forgiven everyone a long time ago? when I am a very forgiving person, even to the stupid jerks and as*holes in my life?”

“And how could I hate myself when I’m a bit of an egotist? I’m a most materially detached fellow, almost a Buddhist in temperament, so how could I look down on myself too much and be envious of a lot of things and a lot of people? I know my strengths, and I have a healthy self-esteem so I'm sure I can see through my defects in a sober way.”

When you use the second person (“you”) to mean “I,” whether consciously or subconsciously, he says it’s an indication of denial. Cripes, he notices even your shifting of persons or points of view! You’d say “I’m only trying to be neutral, objective. I am merely trying to be fair to everybody.” But no go.

Don’t you hate being psychoanalyzed like you hate being raped? In the counseling/psychotherapy/psychoanalysis, though, you are never forced, unlike in a rape. You are made to own the process. In the “processing” of the “dynamics” of your “issues,” 'the rapist' is a guy you cross and play awful words with, and oftentimes, he’s the one who is right.

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N.B.: The "I" here doesn't necessarily refer to me. The above is a composite of my observations or general impressions of the process.

Recommended reading for pastors, priests, counselors, therapists:

My usual reading list is sidetracked by this book: Healing of Memories by David A. Seamands, a Protestant pastor/counselor/therapist. (Word of Joy; originally by Chariot Victor Publishing, 1985). Seamands' psychospiritual approach is reportedly a much incomplete explanation of the healing process for deep psychological wounds, but it is nonetheless helpful and insightful.

Posts post-mortem


Return to the blast scene

The other day, a news photo of Glorietta 2 caught my attention. It showed the many books splattered all over the floor of the mall in an un-merry mix-up with the dust and blast debris. I realized I used to frequent that used-books bookstore that lay just above the path of the methane (?) explosion. The picture reminded me of the numerous times (weekly?) that I browsed through that bookshop where I had surprising finds. That’s where I got certain titles like those Robert Bly and Debra Tannen pop psychology books, which I enjoyed immensely. Not to make light of the lives lost in the tragedy, but I now regret not buying those titles I thought I’d reserve for the rainy days. I remember how I hemmed and hawed over the essay compilations of Molly Ivins, Joe Queenan, Thomas Friedman, and some other authors. And now everything is gone, most probably ending up in the dustbin of non-history.

But, nonetheless, I can say that, yeah, it could have been me who was blasted to bits or to the mall's ceiling when all I wanted was to buy a second-hand book. As they say, it’s not yet my time.

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Not home for the holiday

If you do the BPO thing, chances are you have work today, a national holiday. l haven’t realized it that much, but we BPO employees have always been requested to report for work during most of the local holidays throughout the entire time that we worked in BPO firms. The worst thing was being told to please work on Holy Thursday and Good Friday. Fortunately, Christmas and New Year coincides with those of secular America’s holidays. This reality makes one wonder whether being Filipino is still relevant. Needless to say, dates like Nov 4 (America’s Thanksgiving Day) are automatically non-official holidays for many of us too.

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Chewing my so-called cud

No matter how much I rationalize it, I always find that eating alone is a sad thing. M., who has recently separated from his husband, realized this just now, but it’s one private suffering that I have had to endure for so long due to the work circumstances I had and the life choices I made. One only has to try dining all by oneself to get the idea. One immediately notices how the rest of the restaurant crowd, often dining in pairs, tend to slyly look towards your direction, and there’s no hiding the pity in their eyes. “How could she or he manage to eat alone?” Sometimes I am tempted to pity myself that I am pitied for being alone and for eating alone, but fortunately, when I am hungry, I don’t care much. Let people stare at me coldly. Let their eyeballs proclaim how unlucky I am to be eating alone at this hour and on this day, with no one to share my food with and share my thoughts to. I will eat anywhere whenever I am hungry – who needs fellowship? Eating is a private matter anyway. I’ll have that when I am home or when I eat out with old friends. But still, how I wish I didn’t have to eat alone most of the time. Or how I wish no one stares or, for a change, no one cares or pities anyone, at least to my face. Then again, if you eat with someone you'd rather devour alive, surely it would be a lot better to eat alone or not eat at all.

(You might be interested to revisit my thought on the politics of the lunch-break.)

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Enough

I’ll always remember 2007 as the year when "dancing inmates" became a fad. But I've had enough of it. I can't take anymore the sight of someone who murdered somebody to be always having fun with his or her dancing shoes.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Rousseau vs. Mill


(This is for you J., in case you check this out.)

Jean-Jacques Rousseau is, of course, the French liberal-socialist-nationalist writer behind "The Social Contract,” while John Stuart Mill is the British liberal-utilitarianist writer of "On Liberty.”

Both philosophers were equally obsessed with the concept of personal freedom, but their respective motivations in attaining true freedom are widely divergent. Let’s imagine them arguing their pompous behinds off.

Rousseau: Only a republican form of government can truly make one free.

Mill: True freedom begins on a more personal level.

Rousseau: The common good is supreme, making sure that the greatest number of people benefit the most from whatever happens. This will prove to be good for everyone in the end. (The majority rules? -B.H.)

Mill: Each one is to be trusted to know what is best for oneself. Each one is responsible for himself or herself, except those who can’t take care of themselves, for which purpose the government is made.

Rousseau: True freedom lies in following the general will of the people. There is a need for our own desires to to be challenged by what the majority think is good. Therein lies true freedom: in being challenged by the common good. Without opposition, we can never say we exercised the freedom of choice.

Mill: To attain true freedom, we need to take authority over ourselves according to our own respective self-interest so long as no one is harmed. The government can step in only to ensure that that exactly happens as everyone desires.

Don't these two blokes strike you as both extremist?

From blues to rock


(Music evolution)

I just read an essay summing up the evolution of rock music from the blues this way:

Black slaves in America (chiefly those living along the Mississippi Delta, from which came the Delta blues) making traditional African music ("work songs, spirituals, field hollering," etc.) to express their sorrow at the oppression they were going through

Ma Rainey's use of “gusty moans, dramatic pauses, expressive bending of blues notes, and sliding from melody note to the next”

Bessie Smith’s gritty, emotional vocals; distinct style of “phrases that start high and finish low, a narrow melodic range, and inflection that heightens the normal accentuation of speech”; represents a black woman conquering the performance stage too, reaching both black and white audiences and thus transcending both racial and gender prejudices at the time

Robert Johnson’s AAB lyrical scheme (composed of a two time repeating verse, followed by a completely different verse), an arrangement that inspires modern music; employs traditional African polyrhythm (simultaneous multiple rhythmic patterns) in his blues; also, a “live-hard, die young” lifestyle/credo/attitude; polyrhythm influences hiphop and rap

Muddy Waters' (McKinley Morganfield) fluid blues; embodies rustic blues style (“the whining sound of a bottleneck guitar, bending blues notes," and a “flow of uneven beat subdivisions”); use of “slur words, drop spoken asides, or simply hums line” to non-verbally intensify the music; improvisation and spontaneity in “add[ing] extra beats to bars and extra bars to phrases” result in a fluid form; sees the end of the acoustic guitar and the birth of the electric guitar

T-Bone’s (Aaron Thibeaux Walker) - inspired by the Delta blues, but invents flamboyant guitar solos (with lots of fills, embellishments and complex, longer vocal phrases); inspires B.B. King and Chuck Berry to express their emotions through a flashy solo style (electric guitar) fused with blues vocals

B.B. King’s (Riley B. King) lyrical, expressive guitar playing; embodies the urban blues style (which uses the electric guitar together with bass, drums, piano, and wind instruments such as a saxophone.); inspires Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, Jimi Hendrix, and Mike Bloomfield

This is sex abuse


(On the Erap pardon)

I feel sexually abused. Don't we all? After all that musing about

a) forgiveness and the state,
b) forgiveness and its impact on the law and the social contract,
c) forgiveness vs. reconciliation,
d) what is forgiveness (both from the offended and the offender's sides) and what it is not,
e) some unsettling features of the concept,
f) mercy as a most desired personal virtue vs. its inherent danger when misused on public crimes, and
g) when forgiveness comes from an evil motivation,

what do we get but a slap on the face, not to mention being fondled against our will?

So now, we can all violate the law and the rule of law because, after all, we'll receive presidential pardon from the politically beleaguered even when we're not even punished yet. Great!

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Vital stats


(US stats, roughly 2007, unless otherwise indicated)

1.3 - women raped per minute

1 out of 2 - kids before age 18 who will live in a single-parent household

20 million - kids in 2002 who lived in a household with only their mother or their father

20 million = >25% of American kids

4.95 - number of divorced per 1000 people

1 - America's world position in terms of divorce rate

250% - increase in divorce rate in the US from 1940 through 1989

34% - out-of-wedlock births in 2002

80% - celebrities who draft a prenup

39% - people supportive of gay marriages in 2006

9% - rise in such support from the year before

57% - disapproval rate for gay couples' adoption of children in 2006

9% - decrease in the above from the previous year

10-500 - estimated number of active serial killers at any give time

(Sources: I am not at liberty to disclose, but you can confirm if you work hard enough.)

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Q. Have you heard of the "Homicidal Triad"?

A. These are the three traits that the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI has recognized to be signs of a budding serial killer.

1. Enuresis - post-puberty bed-wetting
2. Fire-starting - setting things on fire just for fun
3. Sadistic activity - torturing animals just for fun

Do you exhibit all three traits? You must be sick. Seek help now before the sickness turns into crime!

Other new things I've learned of late:

Polyamorism - the practice of having multiple partners and allowing those partners to have sexual relations with each other/one another too. (In short, this is no polygamy, but more of a free-for-all, perhaps even an orgy-based relationship?)

Negative defensive detachment - This happens when a person avoids or detaches himself/herself from the person she/he subconciously wants or longs to be with. This reaction results mostly from either sex abuse or emotional abuse. This type of defense mechanism is most often sexualized, prompting the person to find the satisfaction of a basic need in the wrong places.

"Jesus saves"


(It's not what you think.)

Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.

Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job."

So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away. They moused. They faxed. They e-mailed. They e-mailed with attachments. They downloaded. They did spreadsheets! They wrote reports. They created labels and cards. They created charts and graphs. They did some genealogy reports. They did every job known to man.

Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell's flames.

Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off..

Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.

Jesus just sighed.

Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming:

"It's gone! It's all GONE! "I lost everything when the power went out!"

Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.

Satan observed this and became irate.

"Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"

God just shrugged and said, "Jesus saves."


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Here's something equally hilarious: How to turn a kiwi bird into a kiwi fruit.

"Firestorm"


Since California is like the 51st province of the Philippines, we watch the ongoing "firestorm" with atypical interest. But even if that weren't so, it remains a horrifying thing to watch big and beautiful houses being gobbled up by tongues of fire. Something like this happened in Greece a few weeks back, right? But California is California, the home of maybe 90% of expat Flips, so we are duly alarmed at what's happening. We hope our relatives scattered throughout the state are doing okay. Here's a press release on the matter:

KONSULADO PANLAHAT NG PILIPINAS
EXTREMELY URGENT

LOS ANGELES
CONSULATE GENERAL OF THE PHILIPPINES
PRESS RELEASE
(23 October 2007)

In light of the ongoing fire that has struck seven counties in Southern Califomia, the Philippine Consulate General in Los Angeles has opened an emergency line for Filipino nationals who are affected and needs assistance. Filipino nationals affected by the "fire storm" may call 213- 268-9990.

A consular team headed by Vice Consul Jim Tito San Agustin will be going to San Diego tomorrow to visit the evacuation sites thereat and assist the Filipino nationals affected by this disastrous fire. They will also meet with some officials to coordinate evacuation.

Filipino organizations are encouraged to contribute in any way they can to help alleviate those affected by the ongoing tragedy. Vice Consul Edward Yulo coordinates the Disaster Relief Response.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Hallelujah! Amen!


It's BLASPHEMOUS to use God's name to justify violence.

We hope this inter-religious consensual move will philosophically, religiously, and politically isolate the jihadist mind and its other religious equivalents.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Sic, sic world


(Back to regular programming)

I used to have Sikh separatist as online persona, but now I'm reduced to being just a sicko, I guess.

No, actually, I'm just sick and tired of the pseudo-word "sic."

Tell me, how the heck did a shorthand for "thus" or "just as that" (from the Latin sicum) become a respectable verb? "Sic" used to be a cousin of "stet" (Latin for "let it stand"), and it is often used this way:

"According to Linda Seger most heroes are introduced in an ordinary setting, as average people. However, this changes when something new enters into the hero's life (318). Many times the hero or future hero will be reluctant to go on the mission, although, [sic] they [sic] will realize that they [sic] are needed and will go on the journey (319). Along the way of the hero’s journey, the person will normally receive help from outsiders and will help others as well (319). Often times [sic] heroes will run into numerous obstacles that must be overcome to achieve the end goal[,] which is sometimes unclear (319). These obstacles will often lead the hero to a downfall, or low point in life, in which they [sic] must dig themselves [sic] out (320). Other obstacles lead to the high point for the hero nearing the end of their [sic] mission (320). Many of these hero myths often have a road back to a certain destination which [sic] will lead to a transformation in the hero’s life (320). This transformation will greatly change the hero into a truly heroic person (320)."

But now the pseudo-word can be used this way: "I'll sic you to the grammar police." Meaning, in informal usage = "to tell a dog to attack someone." Now, is that grammatical? Here's another popular usage: "He sicced his dog on me."

Now that sounds redundantly stupidiot! Sickening, if you ask me! And tongue- and throat-twisting too, topping the worst of them all: "The sicced sheik's sixth sheep's sick."

"Sic" sucks major donkey balls is all I'm saying. It's worth all that dissing.

The perks of pork


(via P.P.)

Oink with me: The perks of being a congressman.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Uninviting stuff


I love being invited, but I don't like online invites. Let me count the invites I said yes to, only to find I don't have time to mind any of them: Friendster. Facebook. Listal. Hi5. LinkedIn. MySpace (?) Multiply. Flixter. Jaxter (?) Shelfari. (There's even one that specializes on movies.) I can't possibly add some more. It would only be a waste of time.

Free Burma! Boycott the Beijing Olympics!

What? You can‘t? Why? Is sport more important than human rights? Oh. Your slip is showing, dude.

Breaking news

People working the AIDS hotline are allegedly being alarmed at this new development: The rampant casual sex among call center people is spreading the AIDs virus in that demographic.

Meanwhile, a sad, even sadistic, reality: "85% of our medical/health personnel has gone abroad." But since crises are also moments of opportunity, I wonder what opportunities can be had from this tremendous exodus from the side of those who were left behind? If you're looking for good news behind the bad big picture, though, you might consider good news the fact that 85% of the health workers won't have to deal with Third World poverty anymore. Besides, chances are those people are sending back a big portion of their earnings to their families back home. Either way, it's not the US or any First World country that's on the losing end here. It's us who've been left to deal with the stark image of near-empty hospitals and long lines of the sick waiting for no one but Death that do.

Glorietta update

I actually went to Glorietta last Sunday at 4:30 PM because it was open and I guess I was too open-minded. Here's my blogger report: The smell of gunpowder remained strong. It turned out there was an unrelated fire in Glorietta 4 earlier. The mall was mostly dark and the salespeople looked like they're just waiting for the day to end, a day with very few to nil customers.

I hope the accident angle is right, although I am not sure if that's an inviting thought at all. Nobody wants to choose between the devil (terror) and the deep blue sea (negligence or unintended human error).

Religious news


Something unthinkable is happening: Anglican group seeks reconciliation with Rome.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Europe, something quite expected but nonetheless bothersome is ongoing: Brussels gathering to organize resistance to Islamization and Sharia


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Fideism vs. activism

(Filed under: Christianity)

- The grandfather Abraham's brand of spirituality vs. that of his grandson Jacob
- Are two extremes (not necessarily opposed) of Christian lifestyle
- Being a man of faith vs. being a man of action
- Abraham relies on faith and waits for God to act; Jacob has faith that God will bless his actions.
- The most healthy path is somewhere in the middle. (via Steve Tynan, MGL)

Commentary: Both extremes, of course, presuppose deep faith. I've closely observed both extremes in people I know. I think there's nothing wrong with both if the situation calls for any of the two, if the action is Spirit-led, so to speak, not merely prompted by mere human wisdom. Trouble brews when man dictates on God what he wants without consulting God if that's okay with Him, and when man waits for God to do something without ever lifting a finger, expecting God to do everything for him. Both are sins of presumptuousness and presumption, respectively.

Review: Letters to God

This play must be the source of that forwarded email I received last year. But first, you'll have to read Gibbs Cadiz's incisive review of the musical because I am too tamad to give my own take on it in the usual way.

My friend M. was able to convince me to watch this musical, which is surprisingly not a production of Audie Gemora's Trumpets, but Bart Guingona's Actors Actors Inc., which is known to NOT shy away from the most controversial materials (I missed Art, and almost all other worthy titles). M. said that, when she was inquiring for tickets over the phone, the show was reporedly sold out. A man named Robbie Sison was said to have bought the entire show because his three sons were appearing together. "It's the first time my three sons are appearing together in a play," he said. To make the story short, M. ended up buying our tickets from Mr. Sison. And when we showed up at the RCBC theater last Sunday, he even gave us free ChowKing food stubs. How sweet (a dad is to his sons).

M. didn't tell me, though, that bit about the three boys being real-life brothers until after the show. Nevertheless, I was impressed by the distinct characterization they gave: the eldest son a chunk of a promising hunk (a bit chubby, though); the second a typical spectacled, unfashionable, and sports-challenged geek; and the youngest, a scene-stealing ball of boyish naughtiness.

Surprisingly, the talented Eigenmanns - Cherie Gil and husband, Mark Gil, Michael de Mesa, et al. - were there in full force, apparently to supply the hurrahs for someone in the cast: it must be the lead girl who looks a bit like Cherie Gil from a certain angle. (Update: She's Cherie Gil's daughter.)

Let me figure out why I enjoyed the show despite its being a play intended for children: Well, it's a happy-ending story about five American kids, but not the usual in-the-cusp-of-turning-into-grownups variety. The five stars are very much in the thick of playing themselves: being kids. In other words, the play’s not a coming-of-age story, but one that celebrates the inner confusion and outer conflicts of being children raised in a predominantly Christian environment. The result is a play of riotous yet sensible ideas about God that mirror the adult world's own conflicts about divinity and His most perplexing creation: humanity.

The story arc chooses to play safe and never goes out of bounds, unlike the bullets of questions the kids constantly spray God with. Nevertheless, despite the simplicity of the story, it's the impertinent questions themselves that the kids throw at God - and the audience - that make this play decidedly a squirmy experience for me.

Specifically, I got quite uncomfortable enough for the kids present in the audience because they had to deal with such harsh realities as death of a pet and the pain of separation. Even though these realities are portrayed in juvenile exchange and often set into music, I figure the choice of subtopics themselves to be a shocking material for kids anytime. I mean, do kids have to ask, “God, why does Arnold, my pet turtle, have to die?”

I remember the time when certain parents protested when the Disney animation film The Lion King turned out to contain scenes of violent parental death, leaving their kids allegedly traumatized. Letters to God could induce similar traumas to especially sensitive kids, but in a far subtler level, if there’s such a thing as a subtle trauma.

Or maybe, a mental jolt of this kind is actually a good thing. Maybe I am underestimating kids too much? After all, when kids finally turn into adults, there’s no escaping the same set of questions anyway (albeit now stated as ponderous philosophical questions of searching).

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Glorietta, everybody's unofficial watering hole


This is the fondest post I've ever made about Glorietta: One degree of Glorietta. I recall it now with mixed feelings. I'm glad I am not writing a requiem or something. What I can say for now is that whoever did the unspeakable will never be the biggest fan of anyone who has ever trodden the ground they now have rendered baggaged with awful memories.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

CONDOLENCE


Terror is the end of life and all ideas. In memory of those who suffered and died, we pray it won't have the last word, or that would be the tragedy of God's creation.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Art according to Erich Fromm


Erich Fromm was a controversial philosopher. (What self-respecting fool isn't?) In his essay “Is Love an Art?,” Fromm (1261) outlines three elements that determine whether something can be considered an art or not.

1. Mastery of the theory.

2. Mastery of practice.

3. The art is of ultimate concern to the learner.

From: Fromm, Erich. "Is Love an Art" Literature: The Human Experience.

Recommended read


The happenings in Burma remind me of a local book that I really enjoyed, though unexpectedly: Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo's Five Years in a Forgotten Land: A Burmese Notebook (University of the Philippines Press, 1996). I say unexpected because I never thought I'd ever find reading about Burma and its history from the perspective of a bored housewife and schoolteacher to be interesting, but it was, and still is. Reading Hidalgo's long account of her interview with Aung San Suu Kyii last Sunday in Inquirer was therefore a rare treat; it looked much like a continuation of the long story started in the Five Years..., a sad story whose ending remains uunpredictable as of press time.

The book is an autobiographical travelogue, a genre of its own kind, locally. You might also read her other books Celadon, Kimchi, and Skyscrapers (an equally enjoyable book on Korea), a book about her stay in New York (forgot the title), and Coming Home (an anthology of her essays about the places she's lived in, from Beirut to Burma). These books are very hard to find, so good luck!

A snippet from Five Years...

"It was Tony again. Sein Lwin, the 'Butcher of Rangoon,' had resigned! People Power had triumphed in Burma! He said the people were dancing in the streets. One member of his staff said to him with tears in his eyes, 'We made it too! Just like the Filipinos!'"

Fishy things


Yowza! We regained the world record! "New smallest fish found in the Philippines!" It's merely 6.2 mm in length and has relatively gigantic testes!

Stolen commentary: "Researchers dispute last week's claim of world's smallest fish in Sumatra. Evidence of an even smaller fish—a species of marine anglerfish 20 percent smaller than the carp found in southeast Asia— is presented by a University of Washington professor of aquatic and fisheries sciences. In a release from the University of Washington, professor Pietsch describes the tiny, monster-like anglerfish, Photocorynus spiniceps, found (only?-BH) in the Philippines."

The parasitic male fish is also considered to be the world's smallest vertebrate.

(Note of caution: the author is named Rhett Butler (the male protagonist in Gone with the Wind). Could the site be pulling our leg?)

Note that, earlier this week, the Celebes Sea has been discovered to harbor potentially new species. Isn't it ironic that, in a world that's threatened to blow up either via nuclear war or some other split-second device of stupidity, there's still much left to discover?

Finally, dreams do indeed happen: The Manila Ocean Park is set to open in December. Yahoo! I remember pitching this very idea back in ‘03.

Other fishy matters: Post-Mattel controversy, or is it, here's a photographic inside look at a Chinese toy factory. For contrast, here's an inside look at a McDonald's factory in Moscow.

Meanwhile, I can't help ROLFing over yesterday's headline: ‘Angry, hurt’ President orders probe of doles. My birdie in the Palace and Congress, a yellow-vented bulbul, said, "How the he*l can one conduct a probe of one's own anus!? Are you talking of laparoscopy here?!"

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Strictly Filipino corner

Susmaryosep, ano'ng kababalaghan itoh?!

Headline sa isang tabloid: "Paslit, sinakyod"

Of course, ilang beses na tayong nakabasa ng "Babae, binoga sa keps," pero medyo may idea tayo ng konti dun, di ba? Pero..."sinakyod"? Ano yun, sinakyan sa... tuhod? O sa likod?

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This is so last year, but I missed it, so here it is: Where did the work 'fuck' come from? Quick answer: It's from a vulgar word used in a corrupted version of a Carmelite prayer.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Statements


Two statements we received (from our NGO friends) which we support.

On the Censorship of Rights: 13 Film Artists Statement

An appeal to the Senate to reject the Japan-Philippines Economic Partnership Agreement (JPEPA)

"Love thy enemy"


News report: "Love thy enemy" - A US soldier based in Iraq cites his Christian religion for refusing to fire at his enemy and gets "conscientious objector status" and is "honorably discharged."

Reaction: I remember my Sabadista (7the Day Adventist) classmates successfully evading their Citizens Military Training duty for the same reason. This is an alarming development. What if everybody thought this way? There wouldn't be any police or military left to defend us. And this is a very good example of the danger of interpreting the Bible simplistically. "Loving thy enemy" never meant never defending yourself. I don't know which theologian you prefer, but self-defense is still morally sound to me. The police and the military are basically moral forces. This is where my ambivalence with the US-led war on Iraq, now reputedly a lie-based war, now lies. George Bush may have cheated on his reasons for invading Iraq, but the US wasn't wrong to use the self-defense card. After all, it was attacked by Islamic terrorists during 9-11, in a scale that's never seen before!

In the realm of political pardons, "loving thy enemy" could easily mean "granting pardon without retribution." I am glad to have read a priest-commentator (Nono Alfonso, S.J.) last Sunday who says that granting Erap presidential pardon, for example, will have disastrous consequences. Why? Because it will undermine civilian law and indirectly encourage lawbreakers, particularly 'economic plunderers.' That comment left me rethinking what I know. And in the end, I thought the comment made sense because even in the Christian point of view, no offense, however small, is ever left unpunished unless you receive plenary indulgence (God can pardon without punishment when he wants). In simpler words, "forgiveness" doesn't mean "no penalty" -- to paraphrase a source quoted in the article. Nor does it mean "Hurt me further," if I may add. It even assumes that anyone who asks for it is ready to receive punishment in atonement for his sins. There's an automatic, "Can I make it up to you?"

(Gee, why did I end up discussing sin?)

Nevertheless, in the personal realm, a good Christian is expected to forgive unconditionally. Sadly, as Fr. Alfonso points out, in the area of social justice, things are a bit more complicated. There's the common good that we all have to protect, if we are affirm the values of society that we commonly hold, he says.

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New non-news things

Meanwhile, you don't have to mind this part, which is a list of new non-news things I've learned lately.

A new visual-based psychological test claims to detect whether you're right-brained or left-brained or, um, ambi-brained (genius, in other words). Me, I couldn't figure out which; the test must be a hoax because the moving lady seems to keep on changing positions.

Anyway, left brain functions reportedly include the following (please ignore the lack of parallelism):

- uses logic,
- detail-oriented,
- facts rule,
- words and language,
- present and past,
- math and science,
- can comprehend,
- knowing,
- acknowledges,
- order/pattern perception,
- knows object name,
- reality based,
- forms strategies,
- practical,
- safe."

On the other hand, the right brain functions reportedly are:

- uses feeling,
- 'big picture'-oriented,
- imagination rules,
- symbols and images,
- present and future,
- philosophy and religion,
- can "get it" (i.e. meaning),
- believes,
- appreciates,
- spatial perception,
- knows object function,
- fantasy-based,
- presents possibilities,
- impetuous,
- risk-taking."

(via IRC and GA)

Are you a teleserye writer? It would be good to know that myths and fantasy stories are all based on a formula. You should be familiar with Seger's (1994) criteria for the hero myth.

"According to Linda Seger (from her book Making a Good Script Great-B.H.) most heroes are introduced in an ordinary setting, as average people. However, this changes when something new enters into the hero's life (318). Many times the hero or future hero will be reluctant to go on the mission, although[] they (sic) will realize that they (sic) are needed and will go on the journey (319). Along the way of the hero’s journey, the person will normally receive help from outsiders and will help others as well (319). [Oftentimes] (sic) heroes will run into numerous obstacles that must be overcome to achieve the end goal[,] which is sometimes unclear (319). These obstacles will often lead the hero to a downfall, or low point in life, in which they (sic) must dig themselves (sic) out (320). Other obstacles lead to the high point for the hero nearing the end of their (sic) mission (320). Many of these hero myths often have a road back to a certain destination which (sic) will lead to a transformation in the hero’s life (320). This transformation will greatly change the hero into a truly heroic person (320)."

Now, I was pleasantly surprised to know that Charles Darwin's "biological determinism" and Karl Marx's "economic determinism" both ocassioned the birth of a literary movement known as "naturalism." Naturalism is opposed to "literary realism, a 19th-century literary trend to depict contemporary life and society unembellished by romanticized or stylized presentation." "Naturalism differs from realism in what it concludes. 1. Realism concludes that people’s decisions determine how they respond to a situation. 2. Naturalism concludes that people’s decisions are predetermined by the scientific or natural forces that predispose people to act a certain way. 3. Romanticism ("the 18th to 19th century movement emphasizing emotion and imagination, rather than logic and scientific thought; a response to the Enlightenment.") concludes that there are unknown forces that predispose people to make the decisions that they do."

Here's a good list of the major modern (that is, post-Renaissance), chiefly Western literary movements if you want to bluff your way through a group of snotty, cliquish creative writing workshop worshippers.

Now if only someone can explain to me why certain psychologists manage to conflate
Sheldon’s (1940s) system of body physiques with Jung’s (1971) psychological types.

What the heck is poetry?

In other news, don't fret if you can't define what poetry is because poets themselves can't. Note how differently they arrive at a good definition.

Poetry is "the right words in the right order." – Samuel Coleridge
"Poetry means 'a new language.'" – Gemino Abad
"Poetry is 'distilled emotion.'" - Audre Lorde
Poetry is a "model of the way the world works." - Alice Fulton
“Poetry is about using language to make music.” - S.T. (forgot who this bloke is)

Well, my own definition is this: "Poetry is something (prose) that you are not supposed to understand easily." Case closed. Stop arguing.

Meanwhile, I received this txt msg from Kristian Cordero: "'We have failed... to make poetry known; we have merely made it public. If we are to save poetry... we must restore poetry to that status of seclusion and even secrecy that characterizes our authentic pleasures and identifies only our intimately valued actions.' - Richard Howard"

Poets are such a bunch of snobs, no? :p Don't you just envy/hate them?

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

On the impending beatification of Fr. Gabino Olaso Zabala, OSA


Last Sunday, I took a peek of a press conference near the church where I heard Sunday Mass. I should be invited to these things as a disinterested observer, I thought, to attract all possible perspectives. The topic was obviously Church-instigated, and it’s about indigenous tribes' rights.

Later at Mass, the priest opened his sermon about our tendency to hate, dismiss, mock, belittle, or exclude people who are different from us. "Aha," I thought, "is there a connection?"

It turned out that I was hearing Mass during The Rights of the Indigenous Tribes Week of the Church or some other fancy week. Among the participants in the press conference held in the adjoining hall at the back were missionary priests and nuns; alternative (?) press people, I suppose; an Aeta; an Igorot (Ifugao man, to be exact); and a guy wearing a costume that I thought was nice (Tiruray? Matigsalog? Yakan? Tausug? Manobo?). The shirt and pants were off-white and edged with a simple pattern of red triangles. He almost looked laughable, like a clown, were it not for his beautiful hat that topped it all off, which looked like an inverted hankie whose four corners were tied into knots. On the hat’s edges hung what appeared to be tinkling metal doodads that invited either a jolly amazement or a derisive laugh, depending on one's level of bigotry or lack thereof. The hat was deep red and embroidered with a distinctive, intricate design that’s a bit familiar to me from my rare local museum visits. I just couldn't exactly identify the provenance of it.

Anyway, that tribal guy stood out from the sea of people attired in the fads of the day. He must have descended from the mountains of Mindanao, and what could he be feeling, I wondered, in this suffocating heat of Manila and its inhabitants' unbelievable apathy or ignorance on the plight of a voiceless sector (his people's)?

That image of him stuck with me the rest of the day. And what a wonderful coincidence it was that, earlier in the day, I had read John Allen’s article online about the imminent beatification of a Spanish priest who was martyred (during the Spanish Civil War?) when he came back home after working as a missionary in what was then called Las Islas Filipinas. Ostensibly, the press conference was called because today, we as a nation has been doing precisely the same mistake all over again: conquering ancestral domains of lumads and other natives, giving them a raw deal by letting in foreign investors (exploiters?) in exchange for five cans of sardines, driving them out of their land through militarization (hired by foreign corporations) and pollution as a result of mining and logging operations, etc. etc.

I thought that the beatification will only open old wounds: the evils of imperialism; the cruelty of explorers who were supposed to be superior and cultured (as opposed to the native "heathens" and "barbarians"); exploitation of the real owners of natural resource; brazenly leaving them out in the list of stakeholders; ruling over them and imposing on them a foreign culture and thus decimating whatever is left of their own language, material culture and tradition; etc.

There are admittedly distinct differences, though, between those days long gone by and these times. This time, religion isn’t used to justify the ironically barbarous conquistador zeal. Today, it’s all about raw greed for raw materials and the mindless, idolatrous worship of Holy Mammon in the interest of economic "progress." This time, the priests and nuns are correcting the mistake of their Spanish spiritual forebears by being at the forefront of defending the ‘little people.’ And this time, there are no cura parrocos (?) presiding over the torture of an indio, no Padre Damasos dictating the day’s political tenor while secretly impregnating one of the fairer maidens in town. There are only the Indigenous People’s Rights Act (IPRA), the National Integrated Protected Areas System (NIPAS), the Mining Act of 1995, and other laws and policies that the natives deem treasonous to their interests and that of the environment, not to mention the nation's patrimony. (Personally, I am divided on this issue.)

As a Filipino, I am afraid that the beatification of the Augustinian priest Fr. Gabino Olaso Zabala will highlight once again the acts of cruelty committed by the Spanish clergy and the conquistador government on native Filipinos. I am afraid that it might give the wrong signal, a kind of unfortunate glossing over of the past crimes of the Spanish colonial government, as satirized in Dr. Jose Rizal's Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo, crimes that reverberate too much in the mistakes being perpetrated by the governing body (the present dispensation as the neo-conquistador) against the new conquered tribes (those tribes who ironically never capitulated to Spanish rule, or any other rule, in the first place -- that is until they were driven by us into a corner, left with no choice).

As a Catholic, though, I am given to reconsidering these same thoughts. As a Catholic, I am reminded that I owe my faith to the Spaniards, particularly to King Philip II, who sent all those missionaries together with Magellan, with the clear intent of evangelizing these isles and converting the animist natives to Christianity. I am reminded that, much as theirs was a cruel regime, they also taught us a lot of things, brought in a lot of nice things (via the Manila-Acapulco galleon trade) we never knew existed.

I am also reminded by the sober-minded and erudite that then was an entirely different time. It was a time of conquests by Western adventurers, in search of spices that will help preserve and liven up their bland food.

It was also a time when the very concept of the Filipino nation was an impossibility or totally un-thought of. Lest we forget and whether we admit it or not, the Spanish also unintendedly helped paved the way for an entire group of islands and a clannish, regionalistic, and rivalrous people to become one nation under one flag. A heroic hatred and a desire for self-rule galvanized the different tribes into one nation, which we now call the Filipino nation.

Furthermore, I am one by one reminded of what I could have been if the Spaniards didn't come here at all: at worst, a head-hunting beheader and moon-worshiping animist constantly at war with other tribes, or some other alternate outcome that's not very appealing to me personally. Too bad all of the blessings of Christianity, forever grateful though we may be, came at such a high price: the terror of the occupying sword of the Spanish throne, plus the partial to great destruction of ethnic identity: native cultures, entire traditions, from native alphabets to high-sounding terms and concepts, epics and short stories, songs and poems, all the way down to the quaint fashion accessories or personal ornamentations at the time, like the get-up I noted earlier, the one the tribal conference panelist was wearing. It's good to note, though, that the early Filipinos accepted out of their own volition a sizeable part of the imposed Hispanic culture (e.g., the willful conversion to Christianity by certain rajahs and queens), and of course, they couldn't help but indigenize it. It's thus inaccurate to say that the colonization was total and the acceptance blind.

I know this is already stretching the kindness my own interpretation (or version of history/herstory) affords the Spaniards of yore, but those are some of the basic conflicting facts, both positive and negative, off the top of my head at this point. It leaves me feeling ambivalent about the whole thing, but it also has forced me to confront things of the past that I'd rather not.

What I hope for now is that the centuries-old wound has indeed been healed by time and, at the least, Fr. Zabala's beatification will prompt the Spanish government to finally officially apologize for its abuses in the past and promise to sufficiently atone for their ancestors’ grievous sins in whatever way they can. May there be a reconciliation, sure, but a heartfelt apology from the offending side is a prerequisite of any true reconciliation. And may all of us, our current rulers especially, learn from the mistakes of the past, particularly in dealing with the rights of the indigenous tribes. May this beatification also occasion our resolve as a people to reclaim all the good things we've lost or taken away from our heritage because of our tendency for wholesale hegemonic and religious judgment, which we may have inherited from our dark past.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Reopening a centuries-old wound


John Allen writes about the imminent beatification of a Spanish fraile who worked in the Philippines during the colonial period. This beatification surely will reopen a centuries-old wound among Filipinos.

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Here's a list of other people up for beatification.

(Commentary to follow a little later.)

(via C.P.)

Money for nothing


A conversation I recently had with a friend who works in Congress left me really shell-shocked.

"What's all this fuss about 'cash gifts?'" she says incredulously. "They do that all the time," she adds, this time aghast, referring, of course, to the distribution of certain bags and envelopes at certain curious periods. "And not only pro-administration lawmakers routinely receive bribes, even opposition congressmen do."

"We're not born yesterday," she seems to say. "And it's not as if media people were not aware of this before, or that they suddenly found out something smells fishy. This has long been the practice in Congress under the different administrations. It doesn't matter whether the politician is oppositionist or pro-admin."

"Have you ever noticed how certain anti-administration issues turn up in Congress, with media drumbeating these, and the critics are suddenly silent the next few weeks? Have you ever noticed how some controversial topics hit the headlines and the next day are suddenly killed?"

"Don't believe everything you see in the news." (Interpretation: Discern between what's payola-and-PR-generated from what's real news.)

So this multi-sectoral level of corruption is what's keeping us poor? Wow, are we surprised now?

She adds: "Solving poverty should be very easy. Just abolish the Senate and Congress and spend all those hundreds of millions in pork barrel to build schools, roads, bridges..."

Don't talk to me. I'm a little depressed right now.

Foreign commentary


(Fwd'd political jokes)

Attack on the Pentagon

The Prime Minister of China called President Bush to console him after the attack on the Pentagon.

"I'm sorry to hear about the attack. It is a very big tragedy."

"But in case you are missing any documents from the Pentagon, we have copies of everything."

Friday, October 12, 2007

Iron Age


(Thoughts during Ramadan)

Filipinos constantly leave for good while lots of Chinese come in just as constantly (many illegally, and for good too).

Those who stay feel trapped, while a lot of those who leave would rather not.

I am among those very few who have no plans of leaving (unless I use a tourist visa) and changing my nationality (unless forced to). That doesn't mean I am spared of being constantly besieged by questions why I still haven't left and lots of ideas on how to get the hell out.

Leaving, my cousin R. once said, is a good thing when you're in pain. He was talking about heartbreaks then, but he might as well be talking about leaving one's land. Maybe I'm just not in pain enough. Or maybe I am too afraid of the unknown.

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Other ironies (not exactly about me, me, and me) that characterize the Iron Age:

A lot of childless couples I know spend so much just to have one child, while others seem to regret having children and despair over how to feed, clothe, and education them.

A lot of people work so hard everyday and earn nothing for the future, while some do no work except watch their millions grow. (This is not an expression of envy, just a note of irony.)

Rats and mice instinctively care for their young, while some human fathers abandon their children. Are there beasts that assault, molest, punish their kids severely or are simply cruel to them? I know of none. It's only humans who get dysfunctional and consequently are in need of counseling and psychiatrists.

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Other Ramadanic thoughs:

Muslim Leaders Warn Pope 'Survival of World' at Stake

Doris Lessing wins Nobel Prize (via Newsstand, IRC)

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Miriamwatch


(I don't mean that to rhyme with "Plunderwatch," alright?)

There's this minor news I can't help commenting on. I was disappointed when Mt. Miriam spewed lahar lately and came up with no new multi-syllabic word for us to quote-unquote. This is an alarming development.

In a volcanic fulmination apparently directed at PDI reporter Edmund Sicam's naughty article (nice angle there, whoever the equally naughty editor assigned that angle), she spouted only trite words and phrases such as "hypocrite" and "anonymous" - of course, in her usual supercalifragilistic way. What's notable, though, is the Roberto Barrera-esque* challenge that she made - of course, in the still-supercalifragilisticexpialidocious kind of way: "I challenge you to a face-off!!!" But that was all. One would be tempted to add "fathermockers" just to have the usual Mt. Miriamite high.

Sadly, that's all there is to it. Sen. Mar Roxas was noticeably right by her side when she kind of slammed some workpapers on her table and mouthed off a torrent of unrecordables off-record. Yet Sen. Mar didn't even manage to suppress a smile or two.

Mt. Miriam's vocabulary is becoming limited is all I'm saying. Sad day for investigative journ.

(*I hereby posit that pugilistic wonder Manny Pacquiao must have won because, psychoanalytically speaking, he imagines every opponent as his father, who had deserted him when he was a kid. Field all abandoned kids as lightweight boxers!!!)

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Meanwhile, let's amuse ourselves with these really cool stuff:

Spacephilippines, a convergence of the really sosyal (as opposed to merely high society and pa-sosyal) in the Philippines.

Replace your url with this code and see how your website turns kinda psychedelic: javascript:R=0; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24; x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.images; DIL=DI.length; function A(){for(i=0; i-DIL; i++){DIS=DI[ i ].style; DIS.position='absolute'; DIS.left=Math.sin(R*x1+i*x2+x3)*x4+x5; DIS.top=Math.cos(R*y1+i*y2+y3)*y4+y5}R++}setInterval('A()',5); void(0)

Friendly advice: Choose a site with lots of pics in it. (via pineforpine)

Alleycat Publications is calling for literary submissions: Email alleycat_publications@yahoo.com for queries. (via PW)

10-yr old girl wins in Jeopardy STOP She's Filipina STOP


This ecstatic old-fashioned telegram msg from Ms. V.


Reason to be proud!!! I knew right away she was a Filipina! At her "interview" she talked about seeing Mayon Volcano erupt and gave a very vivid description! She's
probably a Bicolana - her parents are that is! She's an American! No accent at all!
She clobbered the other contestants, and she was the youngest - 10 yrs old (youngest in her Gr. 6 class too)!

At end before Final Jeopardy, she had $16,000 her opponents had $1,000 and $1,100 respectively.

They all got the correct question for Final Jeopardy and both of the low-scoring kids bet double their money.

However, Rachel bet $12,000!!! Gutsy girl! If she had gotten it wrong, she would still have been the winner with $4000. But she got it right so she went home with the whole $28,000! (The second placer got $2000 cash, and the 3rd placer $1000.)

She'll probably be back as a teen contestant and later on for college bowl and more later on - if she keeps it up!

You go girl!

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Mixed vegetables


Arbet reports that Sen. Enrile makes like some obstreperous showbiz taray king, momentarily forgetting that he's not being photographed in his capacity as a private individual doing something private with his privatals. Arbet even temerariously calls him "the diva-senator that needs some spanking." I can almost touch the contumelious sneer on Arbet's face, haha! (Yes, this day starts off the Multi-syllabic Words Week.)

A violin house? A piano house? Too outlandish ideas for me, but some people are crazy enough to actually try them.

This JPEPA agreement is confusing. Our senators seem unanimous in disapproving it, but the always-sensible and pragmatic-minded Winnie Monsod says something to the contrary. Update: here's a dissenting view from Tony Lopez: "Junk JPEPA; love our OFWs." (via Ronnel)

Btw, what's the latest on Burma? Are the killings still ongoing? Haven't the countries trading with the junta government and supplying it with arms announced an embargo yet? Has the UN intervened despite the plea to respect Burma's national sovereignty? Has Burma's closest ally China pressured the ruling general using its economic clout?

I noticed that there were supposedly big news items that I had snubbed: Manny Pacquiao, wagi! "RnB princess" Kyla sings the national anthem right after consulting National Historical Institute. Earlier, Christian Bautista sang the same song at an event in Alabang and forgot the lyrics. In foreign news, Jon Stewart's The Daily Show allegedly slurs Cory Aquino, among other women, calling her a slut in a spoof of the infamous PerezHilton blog.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Bawal umihi dito (rito?) sabi eh!


Why is it that, every time I switch off the Comment Moderation button, some sneaky troll turns up and starts heckling this blogger and other bloggers as well?! One fellow blogger called this type of troll "asungot," but I'll be charitable by refusing to say the same.

I have said again and again that I will allow anonymous comments if these are valid and react to the post or the issue at hand. I think I'm the only blogger with this policy, thinking that this stance agrees with my belief that anonymity has its own virtues. But please, please "Bawal talaga ang umihi dito!"

To Anonymous Pisser, please have your own blog so malicious trojans could find a nice place to hang out and piss all over you. I don't share this with just anyone, but for the sake of appeasing you, here's the secret HTML code I've developed to ensure a top 5 Technorati rank and indulge your preference for malicious thought: Da Kinki Code. Don't forget to have an AdSense and Sitemeter account. You could earn a lot from that code; after all, like the puppets of Avenue Q sing, "The Internet is for porn, the Internet is for porn."

I have a suggested title for your blog: Homo erectus: Men, when they get too excited.

(Geez, have a created a four-eyed monster? Or am I just getting a dose of my own meds?)

Grammatical error in Sotto Law


Just read this one from PDI's editorial:

"...Sotto Law, says that the publisher, editor, columnist or reporter of any newspaper, magazine or periodical of general circulation cannot be compelled to reveal the source of any news report or information which was given to him unless it is demanded by 'the security of the State.'"

Rule: We use "which" for modifiers that the sentence can do without, but we use "that" for restrictive phrases and clauses (i.e., those that the sentence can not do without or can not afford to lose without changing the essential meaning of the basic sentence).

Another rule: You need a comma to set off the "which" phrase, but no comma is needed for a "that" phrase.

I'm splitting hairs here, but am I, really? Juliet Labog-Javellana could win her 'case' just on the usage of "that" vs. "which."

Frist dratf darft


If juornalism is histories' frist darft, it msut look tihs way, yes?

Stcoks hti rcrd hgih; peos at 7-yaer paek

Phlppne shres Monday soard to a recrd hihg amid a raly in US stcks, cuts in intrst rates adn teh weakning of teh dollr. THE WEAK greenbck pushd teh peso to a sevn-year hgh, promptng teh centrl bnk to buy dllars in the markt to tmper the Philppine curerncy’s abrput apprecaitoin. Teh peso has gained 10.5 percent so far this year against the US dollar and about 8 percent against the Chinese yuan, making it the second-best performer in Asia behind the Indian rupee.

(No ¶) Teh peso closd at 44.35 to the dllar, up 0.40 from Fridy, its strngst perfromnce sinc July 10, 2000. On the Philippin Stck Exchnage, the bnechmrk PSE indx (PSEi) climbed 97.59 points or 2.58 percent to 3,873.50. The 30-company index has risen for the past six days. Value turnover reached P5.8 billion, with gainers outnumbering losers 76 to 38, while 53 stocks ended unchanged. Under the new method of computing the PSEi, using the value of stocks based on prevailing market prices times the number of outstanding shares,

(Important: This post isn't meant to slur anything or anyone. I'm just having pun, okay?)

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Anti-niche


This blog is anti-niche. It's been like that without really trying, so I might say it evolved into being one. Not that there's anything wrong with niches. Niches are a necessity. There wouldn't be a complicated interconnectedness we call life if there weren't niches being occupied or created and species being confined to their respective places. There's a happy, complex web of life because of niches. But as it has evolved, this space has become a catch-all for whatever I think is interesting and worthwhile. I know there's a turn-offy, know-it-all quality to attempting to be a catch-all for everything, but that's not really what I'm trying to be. Merely showing off is cheap. Puffed-up knowledge doesn't have much value. Pomposity is despicable, unless it is used for its own sake, in which case it's entertaining.

At this point, I guess what I'm trying to be is to be. To be me, to be exact. To talk about the things that genuinely interest me, things I naturally gravitate to and not because I thought there is an urgent need to present these to the world.

There is nothing wrong, I thought, in attempting to see the world with an all-knowing eye, knowing that human capacity is limited. For me, that's even an exercise in humility. There is an attempt because there's an acknowledgement of limits, of weakness, of blinders, and the need to transcend all of them. This is not really a presumptuous act of trying to be God. All I'm saying is maybe seeing how our nape looks like, as a friend put it, or using a side mirror is worth a try, to see what lies on it. Maybe some other similar things are worth inspecting, like the wall that's too close to our face that we don't notice it, or the extra-tiny details that need to be magnified under a microscope so we can have clues as to how the world turns on a basic level.

It is this lusty curiosity that animates this blog: Maybe there's another way of seeing things? Maybe the world has a different meaning or another layer of intrepretation if viewed from outer space? Maybe the boundaries we've made between subject matters/topics/fields that we've 'favorited' are arbitrary?

Of course, integrating things and breaking away from the fetters of compartmentalization have their risks. There's the danger of not being understood at all. But that's also precisely the deficit we wish to address if we are to keep on trying to live better.

Today, communication experts will tell us that we no longer understand one another because each of us is too specialized. We fail to empathize, we fail to feel the world in somebody else's shoes. This must be the reason why we've been building ivory towers, gated communities, exclusive enclaves, "circles within circles," -- islands of isolation and desolation all. We've been too preoccupied with drawing bold lines, putting up walls and building fences and defenses instead of putting up bridges, extending hands, melding brains, promoting interdisciplinary studies, breaking barriers, and crossing or shattering borders. I believe there has to be a shift in focus.

Integrating things is not an act of laziness either, lest someone sees it that way because specializations admittedly mean a lot of hard work and are ultimately necessary if human cirvilization is to continue advancing in little steps. One indeed has to go back to studying the world under the microscope for basic clues, each one keeping to his or her own niche. Everybody needs at least one specialty if one wishes to have a unique purpose in this world. However, it's only when things are assiduously studied in conjunction with other fields can we infer and develop new (and more plausible) hypotheses if not new (and right) conclusions.

Viewed from this perspective, the line between comprehensiveness and constriction/strictures appears to straddle the line between a) facing a progressive, inclusive future and b) preserving the paradox of a self-destructive, suicidal status quo.

I believe that a highly compartmentalized and overly specialized world can't keep on turning because it's hard or even impossible to apprecaite the world or diagnose its disorders when we miss its beauties or signs and symptoms because either we're busy looking through rose-colored glasses or we're wearing eyeshades too dark we're good as blind, practically pirates wearing an eye-patch on both sides. We just can't allow a world that's increasingly extremist to continue on down the road of exclusivism, over-specialization, and other forms of fancy extremism that inexorably lead us down the precipice of an artificial apocalypse.

That's maybe a presumptuous statement to make, but at least never a boring idea to aspire for because there's too much to know, and I know I'll be swimming in a well that's as inexhaustible as it is unpredictable. I ardently hope, though, that in trying to be anti-niche, I'll finally find my own niche.

Omerta, leaks, and tragedramedy


(Updated version, hopefully more understandable)

The recent debacle faced by media (chiefly Philstar's Jarius Bondoc and Inquirer's Juliet Labog-Javellana) unexpectedly brings me back to how I've since regarded the local political climate at the turn of 2006: The Arroyo government's unfortunate highjacking by the military (via EDSA 2 backing and then Hello Garci wiretapping) isn't as simple as it looks from the surface. It has resulted in the confusion of who is really legitimate and who's not, and with the veil of secrecy lifted here and there, the laughable situation of people from both sides of the fence clutching at straws to regain so-called credibility.

One of the things that's at least a lot clearer now is this: One of the perceived strengths of EDSA 2 at the time it was turning into a heady brew, i.e., military back-up, was its own weakness. Observers like Prof. Randy David were right when they saw fatigue uniforms at the EDSA Shrine as an alarming foreboding of something bad. Indeed, the democratically inclined is only right to see as loathesome the sight of a military having a direct hand in the democratization process because the military mindset, at its core (being the sanctioned guardian/protector of the state and the people), is inimical to the democratic thought when it finds itself tinkering with civilian power. The military particularly has no respect for the secularly sacred concept of "majority rule with minority rights." The military mind is just too awash in groupthink, propaganda tactics, Orwellian thought patterns. We don't blame the military for that, though, because that's the nature of the beast. Things have to be that way for the military to be useful and effective. The point is just that the idea of the military usurping civilian power is just too revolting; we only have to look at the collective global experience. What became one of the strengths of EDSA 2 degenerated fast into military pressure on Arroyo after Arroyo was besieged by controversy after controversy.

The military pressure, though, as it turned out would eventually be three-pronged: 1) GMA was forced to reward the generals loyal to her, and this is evident in the way these generals won plum government positions one after the other. 2) GMA's hands were practically tied in terms of dealing with wayward generals, i.e., those who want to impose a rogue state-style of dealing with dissenters. These are two elements that constitute what I've been calling as a "de facto junta." 3) Those who are not sympathetic to her must have been courted or swayed by the Opposition to their side in waging a war against GMA.

Nevertheless, our key media observers are wrong in one thing: They failed to voice out the suspicion (by the general populace, I strongly sense) that the third form of military pressure (see (3), the seemingly military-instigated Hello Garci outing (via wiretapping, which is essentially a form of violation of omerta) must really be the work of the Opposition, who are naturally out to destroy their enemy at EDSA 2 and have everything to gain from it. Of course, some brazen Intelligence persons, in cahoots with a telecommunications firm insider, must have prodded the whole thing by dangling the tempting offer in exchange for dinero. The problem is this hypothesis of an Opposition-military link has no apparent evidence. Credit must be due, therefore, to whoever the ambitious Opposition's spinmeisters and string-pullers are. (We could take a wild guess, but we'd rather not name names.)

But one really can't underestimate native (naive?) intelligence and human instinct. The "hypocrisy" that many media members accuse civil society of really is traceable to most of civil society's loyalty to the perceived underdog: the Arroyo government. Yes, that's what they perceive to be still the real underdog at this point: GMA's post-EDSA2 government vis-a-vis an ex-president with a plunder case hanging down his neck plus the suspicious demolition job that is military-instigated on the surface but could possibly be the subtle handiwork of the Opposition, especially those with strong police and military connection.

That the Arroyo government has been hijacked by the military - essentially bringing us to a situation no different from Burma, hence the spate of activist and media killings, etc. - is therefore just a superficial observation. The deeper truth is most likely that everything we've seen the past few years is really traceable to the Opposition, who want to vindicate or restore Erap Estrada from his shameful downfall. Everything makes sense if viewed this way.

Pushed into increasingly authoritarian directions, the embattled Arroyo government, while perceived to be the villain by media and leftists sectors, has only earned the sympathy of the majority (the middle/centrist majority), thus their unseemly silence (wrongly perceived as "apathy") through the Hello Garci storm and despite the near-imposition of Martial Law, the murder of activists, and now the reports of bribery in high-profile government contracts. (Well, as pundits themselves would say, the leftists have always been unsupportive of the democratically elected whenever they perceive him/her as belonging to elitist circles, not the least because they view our young democracy as hopelessly elitist in the first place - not an entirely invalid view, if you ask me.)

Now, if I am brought back to all this, it's because my real interest lies in the Shakepearean dramedy or tragicomedy of errors that ensues after secrets are outed, after the code of silence (omerta) is violated. It's always been like releasing a series of curses after the sacred seal of confession is broken. From this point of view, the accusation of hypocrisy on the part of the Arroyos and her government, plus civil society backing it, and the Church that animates and inspires civic circles, makes sense. However, that view is problematic when one considers that nobody is ever pure or perfect. Everyone lies, cheats, and steals in one form or another - doesn't that make all of us hypocrites in a sense? Who can claim to have credibility? Who is so clean as to cast the first stone when even Jesus Christ refused to do so despite his innocence and sole right to condemn? Definitely not the disgraced Estrada, who sadly brought down a lot of quality Ateneans with him.

This must be the reason why most people are impervious to heckling by key media and leftist persons even though, admittedly, cracks are beginning to appear in civil society circles. (Cory Aquino has broken her usual fond ties with Ms. Arroyo, for example.) I don't think the pro-Arroyos will ever budge or give in until their sitting president finishes her term by 2010. This must also be how many military officers and those in government service, not to mention the Catholic Church hierarchy (and perhaps foreign media/governments too), view the things that transpired that's why they'd rather be cautious, not speak up, and toe the line, as when CHEd Chairman Romulo Neri chose to invoke the executive privilege of E.O. 464, with Sen. Joker Arroyo et al. reportedly advising him to do so (yet another case of omerta violated), over directly causing the downfall of the post-EDSA 2 government.

The thing about outing, from outing private secrets to state secrets, is that it is much like Judgment Day has come and all our sins are finally exposed for all the world to see. Christian thought itself holds that all the dirty laundry and deepest secrets are being witnessed by all the angels and saints all along anyway, not to mention God (of course) and all the devils in hell (if I might remind so). Seen from this context, where everything that shouldn't be exposed has been exposed, the local political scene is one comic scene where everybody insists he is right and pure and blameless after being stripped naked and totally outed.

But to go back to the ugly political repercussions of it all: What I have described as Arroyo's edge over her political arch-enemy (her being the Opposition-persecuted, thrice military-highjacked underdog: a pitiful sight in the eyes of the majority) is further enhanced by her public apology, couched though it may be in non-forthright, even evasive, legalspeak. Such self-humiliation, however, is unfortunately something that will never be expected of Erap and company, which again may well be to Arroyo's political advantage. I didn' even mention yet Winnie Monsod's annoyingly correct assertion that, whether GMA cheated or not in the area disputed, she still officially won by a respectable margin.

Meanwhile, the overly complicated plot continues to thicken, holding government, media, the military, business, and the people in thrall, curious as to how everything would play out in the end, what with the convoluted twists and turns beating all the primetime TV melodramas combined.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Inday fever 4ever


The nation (or at least my side of it) is being swept by another wave of insignificance. It's a flood of non-essential text messages being sent to and fro, apparently as a result of a TV commercial featuring Kris Aquino and her unexpectedly sosyal househelp. One text message I received goes this way, and I was totally floored because it came from an old friend who could actually pull off something close to it:

"Guys, I'm sorry 4 short notice.. i'll be leaving soon..I'm having my despedida party on Saturday. 13th of Oct. @ IL PONTICELLO, Salcedo Village, Makati. I invited a few freinds so your presence will be greatly appreciated. Open bar by 10pm. Hope to see you all! Mwah! u





- text ni Inday sa frends nya.. pauwi kse ng probinsya"

Since I wasn't able to read the last line because it was encoded further down with extra spaces, I texted my friend back, "Whaat? Why?"

To which my friend replied, "Basahin mo hanggang huli. Kay Inday galing yan."

"Ah, leche!" I've been had.

For some reason, I am reminded of this Magdalo soldier who snapped back like this when a government or military official demanded to know what he's doing carousing and unseemly-ly enjoying the debauched life of the rich and famous at such an address as Oakwood Hotel when he's just a lowly soldier receiving minimum wage:

"Why? Don't I have the right (=financial capability on maxed-out Citibank account?) to check in at a ten-star hotel whenever I want?" (Or something close to taray as that.)

At this so-called juncture, though, I have enough - more than enough, in fact. The joke is only partly funny anyway after its sell-by date (that's the next day it's aired, like that annoying Rexona ad with fugly men as cheerleaders; pull it off the air already). Plus there's something sinister about the joke, an elitist presumption and sense of entitlement and non- that both unsettle. The genuinely funny part is when you and I are fooled by the joke.

But since I hate it when the joke's on me, I'll have this to say to my friends: Will you quit sending this kind of joke?

(Friends, no comments today. I'll be off to IL PONTICELLO in a few. Note the all caps.)

Friday, October 05, 2007

Sadomasochist chamber


(The rush-hour MRT ride, in slapped-together metaphors)

What's the flattest pastry (or that sort of food) in the world? I bet it's crepe wrapper, followed by the phyllo paper that the Greeks use, then the molo/siomai/turron/lumpia wrapper that the Chinese taught us to eat, and then pita bread that we imported from the Arabs to make shawarma, then perhaps naan bread from the iron-stomached Indians, then breakfast flapjacks, then lastly, Shakey's thin crust pizza.

But the MRT torture chamber is no longer about flattening at all. You'd wish it'd flatten your abs too, but no. It’s now all about pureeing your essence into something indistinguishable.

My advice? Whatever you do, don't do this: take the MRT during these trip skeds: 7AM-9AM and 6PM-7:30PM. You don’t want to pass away from this world prematurely; you also want to avoid interminable queues to purgatory and being freshly squished like a seeded orange. I’ve been sealed in a sardine can before, but trust me, this one is worse. It takes a high-intensity pressure cooker to make everyone in there feel like a zip file of dead meat. If you are sadomasochist, try carrying your laptop with you to heighten the effect.

This is what they do, I understand, to cattle being bred as extra-tender Angus beef or extra-cholesterolic Wagyu beef. Except that the tenderizing is anything but. In normal times and climes, papayas are enough source of enzyme to soften the torture and blunt the pain. The enzyme papain is effective enough not just to help whiten your hopelessly olive skin but also to reduce arthritic sinews and ligaments into wobbly knees and jellied joints.

Well, not anymore. Because the rush-hour MRT ride is simply the vertical version, like I said, of a road pizza, plus a lot of Manny Pacquiao jabs on the side. You get off at your station not just sexually harassed or worse, sodomized, but also exchanging faces, not to mention intimate bodily effluents and exotic viral infections, with co-passengers. You could take blood alcohol tests and get the right results just by breathing in synchrony with thy neighbor.

At your destination, you’re an entirely different person, blood, sweat, tears and all, and in possession of somebody else’s personality. No, you’re now a two-in-one coffee – a freak in other words, your old self plus the other melding against your ardent wishes. If the other happens to be a girl, you end up an earthworm; if not, a trisexual. The atomic fusion engendered by the rush-hour service leaves you what they call a ‘walking wounded,’ scarred for life.

If you are not an advocate of population downsizing, you'd be. But, wait, one look at both sides of EDSA and you'll see something disturbing: hundreds of buses with almost nothing inside! Something is very wrong here, to state the very obvious.

One way to get around the Gordian knot and avoid becoming a pureed guyabano (i.e., full of rough bits), I'd eventually find out, is to make some sort of a round trip. If you can spare the extra few minutes so you can get off at a station that's not as jampacked, that would be good for the soul, like chicken soup. The ploy has been working for me so far - and it gives me the luxury of choosing the most strategic place to sit or stand too.

Thursday, October 04, 2007


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UNSPEAKABLE CARNAGE CONFIRMED!!!

We have heard that arrests are continuing at night, like at two o'clock in the morning. We've heard it's the military.

"I don't who is doing it, but people are going around in the middle of the night and taking people away," she said.

"People are terrified. This government keeps power through fear and intimidation and they are trying to intimidate people to stay off the streets."

Gambari flew to the former Burma's new jungle capital to convey international outrage at last week's crushing of monk-led protests against decades of military rule and deepening poverty.

After three days in the country, during which he met three minister-generals and opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi, who remains under house arrest, Gambari was told he would be able to meet Senior General Than Shwe.

The UN Security Council, which endorsed the former Nigerian foreign minister's emergency visit, is hoping the mission will kickstart some sort of dialogue between the junta - the latest face of 45 years of military rule - and Suu Kyi.

After Than Shwe, Gambari was expected to have a second meeting with the 62-year-old Nobel peace laureate Suu Kyi, kindling hopes of some sort of "shuttle diplomacy".

But as attempts at talks continue, it was revealed that thousands of monks detained in Burma's biggest city will be sent to prisons in the far north.

About 4,000 monks have been rounded up in the past week as the military government has tried to stamp out pro-democracy protests....

They are being held at a disused race course and a technical college.

Sources from a government-sponsored militia said they would soon be moved away from Rangoon.
The detained monks have been disrobed and shackled, according to sources quoted by BBC Radio's Burmese service.

The reports follow claims from a former intelligence officer in Burma's ruling junta that thousands of protesters have been killed and the bodies of hundreds of executed monks have been dumped in the jungle.
Public anger ignited on August 19 after the government increased fuel prices, then shifted into protests led by Buddhist monks against 45 years of military dictatorship.

Soldiers responded last week by opening fire on unarmed demonstrators. The demonstrations have now died down.

Burma's junta leader Than Shwe yesterday stalled a UN envoy, putting off hearing international demands for an end to the crackdown on democracy advocates.

News of the jailings comes after a former intelligence officer for Burma's ruling junta revealed the true extent of killings to clamp down on protests.

The most senior official to defect so far, Hla Win, said: "Many more people have been killed in recent days than you've heard about. The bodies can be counted in several thousand."

Mr Win said he fled when he was ordered to take part in a massacre of holy men.
His defection will raise a faint hope among tens of thousands of Burmese who have fled to villages along the Thai border.

They will feel others in the army may follow him and turn on their ageing leaders, Senior General Than Shwe and his deputy, Vice Senior General Maung Aye.

This space reserved for non-Burma stuff


Bach is converting Japan to Christianity

Belated news (that I didn't pick up earlier): "Filipino Americans demand for apology from ABC and Desperate Housewives." Here’s their petition.

I join all Filipinos in protest. A slur on Philippine med schools is an indirect slur on their doctor-graduates. What were they (the sex offenders) thinking? Are they desperate for ratings, or what? The putdown is uttered, I understand, in the context of a TV series episode, but it gives an unfair impression of Filipino doctors and Filipino medical schools, who and which can be the best in the world, just given the right chance.

Good thing I don’t watch any TV series, which I’ve long regarded as a vexation to the spirit. (Is that an unfair remark too?)

Suggestion to all: Cancel your cable subscriptions. Boycott the show and all of the works of the writer and director involved. (Let's spare the actress, though; she just acted out the part.)


Story-telling in sentence fragments


(This space reserved for today's blog posts of lesser importance, in deference to FreeBurma.org's request.)

Are you familiar with James Ellroy's style of telling a noirish story using ultrashort senteces and clauses? This one is even worse than telegraphic!

From "the Lucite Cane" from Everybody Loves Somebody by Joanna Scott. Copyright 2006 by Joanna Scott. Published by Back Bay Books, a division of Little, Brown and Co.

"Blue sky. Summer day. One car after another. A woman talking back to the radio, the thread of her voice trailing through the open window of her Chevette. Another woman sucking into her mouth the deflated bubble of her bubblegum. Two boys riding in the bed of a pickup truck, one expertly flicking away his cigarette butt. Yellow ribbon in support of our troops. Ticking of a blinker. An attorney who last year was defeated in his bid for the city school board alling, "Maria!" into the mouthpiece of his cell phone. Another man telling the woman beside him about the television show he'd watched last night. The woman in her Chevette snapping, "Go to hell!" A baby wailing, straining against the belt of his car seat. A brother pinching his sister. A sister slapping her brother. A retired social studies teacher fuiming as he heads back to the hardware store to return a garden hose with a cracked nozzle. A retired salesclerk crying silently because today is the twenty-second anniversary of her son's death. An anesthesiologist pretending not to listen to her gaughter and two friends in the backseat trading gossip. "It was like, you know, and whe she like said she did she really meant she did..." Red light remain ing red while the green lifht changes to orange. Cars idling. Cars speeding up. A man with a cane appearing out of nowhere. A fly bumping against a rear window. A squirrel on a branch. The woman chewing bubblegum watching the man with the cane as he steps off the curb. The same woman now moving her foot to the brake. A paper flag tied to an antenna. A squirrel leaping. A brass plaque on a stone near the intersection marking what was once a spur of the Ohio Trail. The young mother yelling at her children. The attorney calling, "Maria, Maria, hello, are you there!" Two boys laughing. Three girls laughing. "Because she didn't like have to, you know." A squirrel catching the tip of a branch to save itself from falling. Orange light changing to red, red changing to green. the outrage of money spent on faulty mechandise. the fact of dirt. The annoyance of dry skin. The man with the cane stepping off the curb."

Joanna Scott: Bravo!!! Now, you gave me a problem, though. How else will I explain to students that sentence fragments are not acceptable? Maybe I should add "generally."

(via Poets & Writers, Jan.-Feb. 2007)

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Txt msg fr Burma


This just in. Hope it's just a nasty rumor.

"FROM A BURMESE PRIEST: Dear All. Pls pray for Burma. Dey already killed more than 10,000 monks & those injured were cremated alive to give lesson to people in the west. It's hell now here. People are helpless & have nowhere to turn to. No immediate solution. Pls help us & forward this txt to anyone u wish. Pls wear red for bloodshed in Burma. Our government is a terrorist government. Pls pray for us. Thank you."

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Religious freedom watch

Meanwhile, in Egypt:

Setting precedent, Egyptian seeks recognition as convert.

This part nearly killed me:

Some Muslim clerics say the penalty for renouncing Islam is death but the modern Egyptian state has never recognised apostasy as a crime and the country's chief mufti or exponent of Islamic law said last month that apostasy was not punishable in this world.

But Gomaa said abandoning Islam could become criminal if it undermined society.
Religious belief and practice is a personal matter, and society only intervenes when that personal matter becomes public and threatens the well-being of its members," he added.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Timeline:"People power" revolts


(Has someone done this already? Will you help me fill in the blanks? Thanks.)

France and England: Events leading to the writing of the Magna Carta, 1215

United States: Boston Tea Party, 1773

France: Storming of the Bastille; marred by trading of gunfire, though, 14 Jul. 1789

India: Mahatma Gandhi's "trek to assail the salt tax"; nonviolent confrontation, 1930

+Hungary: Popular uprising, crushed by the Soviets, 1956

+Czechoslovakia: Prague Spring, crushed by the Soviets, 1968-69

Iran: The Shah is overthrown; Khomeini installed, 1979

+Poland: Solidarity mass movement, supported by Pope John Paul II and suppressed by a declaration of Martial Law, 1980

Philippines: EDSA 1 People Power Revolution, Manila; jumpstarts a series of unprecedented 'direct democracy' actions throughout Asia and beyond, 24-25 Feb. 1986

Pakistan: "Benazir Bhutto returns from England to Pakistan to campaign successfully for freedom," months after Feb. 1986

South Korea: Roh Tae Woh is forced to agree to hold a presidential election, 1987

+Burma: Thousands of protesters massacred by junta government, 1988

+China: Tiananmen Square massacre of protesters (largely students), Beijing, 15 Apr.-4 Jun. 1989

Czechoslovakia: Velvet Uprising, 16 Nov.–29 Dec. 1989

Bangladesh: "Thousands rally; Mohamed Ershad bows to the crowds and inaugurates parliamentary rule," 1990

Nepal: "Thousands rally; King Birendra bows to the crowds and inaugurates parliamentary rule," 1990

East Germany and the former USSR: "The Soviet bloc's turn [comes]: cheering crowds and elected governments swept away communist dictatorships from East Berlin to Ulan Bator," 1991

Thailand: "Thais [stand] up to a power-hungry army chief and [buy] democracy with their blood," 1991

Taiwan: "The ruling Kuomintang Party [allows] the island's first direct parliamentary elections," 1991

Cambodia: "First multi-party polls are held in over two decades, under a U.N. peace plan," 1993

Bolivia, Peru, Argentina, Haiti: Peaceful citizens' mass actions result in presidents giving up seats, 1990s

Indonesia: President Suharto evicted/deposed, 1997

Georgia: Rose Revolution, 23, Nov. 2003

Lebanon: Cedar Revolution, 27 Apr. 2005

Ukraine: Orange Rebellion, Nov. 2004-Jan. 2005

+Belarus: People power unsuccessful in unseating ruling president, ~2006

+Uzbekistan: Mass action, bloodstained and unsuccessful, 2007

+Myanmar (formerly Burma): Saffron Revolt (?), with at least 200,000 Buddhist monks leading; eventually quashed by ruling junta; from thousands to hundreds of thousands reportedly massacred and/or missing, Sept.-Oct. 2007

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Sources: "Saffron revolt" by Juan Mercado (Philippine Daily Inquirer), Wikipedia, "The legacy of people power" (Asiaweek), "Bombshell in Seoul" (New York Times). (Gee, thanks, Deebeedee, Dominique C., and CVJ.)

Answered prayer


The man who need not be named resigned, against all expectations. Good. But did he have to do that with his entire progeny facing the TV screen? What kind of appeal is that? I don't remember anything like that from the book. Maybe we can call it emotional effect? Whichever the heck it is, can't he just resign without dragging his entire household in our face?

I remember the same thing happened when Marcos was in his last few hours in Malacanang, so there is a precedent, after all. He delivered a valedictory of sorts, together with Imelda, Imee, Bongbong, Irene, and I think even Aimee and the other kids. If you were a Marcos loyalist then, you'd have shed tears. If Oppositionist, you would've painfully smirked enough to shed crocodile tears.

In the case of the man who need not be named, I had mixed reactions, and nothing extreme: pure pitilessness for him, and some amount of anger for his family for acquiesing to the melodrama. Some of the women openly wept, but do they realize how far grievous their patriarch's alleged crimes are if proven true?

So he resigned. What's next? I trust the authorities know what. Coz if not, a lot of people will be sure to tell them.

Monday, October 01, 2007

The Filipino, psychosociospiritually speaking


It's a pity I wasn't able to catch the name/s of the author/s of this original idea, but I am happy to discover the following after sifting through my old notes. This is second-hand information, but coming from old friends who are psychologists/psychotherapists:

Filipinos' sense of self-worth revolves around three things:

1. Achievement (Kagalingan)
2. Traits (Katangian)
3. Value (Kabuluhan)

I'd say it's not that bad a cultural value system - not at all.

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The Filipino ideation of God revolves around two concepts:

1. Utang na loob ("Debt of honor")
2. Bahala ka na ("Thy will be done") (Or is that "Bahala na" (Come what may))?

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The Filipino concept of community is all about:

1. Tayo-tayo (Pidgin translation: Us-us, we-we)

Isn't that what you might call "Cliquishness"? What an awful reality about us. Too bad I didn't catch the explanation of the interconnections between these elements. Surely, this could be a basis of one long article or even a book!

"Journalism is a science." Etc.


John Nery says journalistic writing is a science. Or am I putting inexact words
into his mouth? ;p I wonder, though, what the likes of Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo would say to that. I recall here what she said about the writing of history ("no different than fiction," she said, which historians spat at). If you recall, journalism is all about the writing of history, albeit only "in a hurry" (Nick Joaquin, echoing Matthew Arnold? or Winston Churchill?) and only as a "first draft" of it (attribution please?).

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This is a nice article by the admirably non-compartmentalized Queena Lee (a rara avis hereabouts): "Math can prevent violence, says RP physicist." I've been saying roughly the same thing, using a different and very cynical lingo: Build fences and walls, not bridges, if we want peace. It's false peace, but at least, we're not butchering each other like pigs (a.k.a. inspiring terrorism). The point made in the article that's even more interesting, though, is this: We can use math to prevent isolation in the first place.

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Saturday morning, I was shocked out of my wits to discover a new televangelist by the name of Edith Mendoza (of the fundamentalist Jesus is Lord Movement) shouting at the top of her feminine voice and frothing at the mouth (sort of), and quoting Gandhi too ("I like your Christ. It's Christians I don't like.")!

Looking like she just came from a morning jog, she wore a boyish haircut and cut a stage presence that was, how do I put this, quite wrong. Why? Because we haven't seen such a thing before: a young woman televangelist in the extra-hysterical style of Bro. Wilde Almeda ("Bro Wild," according to V.) - in blue-and-white tracksuit and minus the thick Vizayan accent! There's a new volcano to consider, if there was one: a potential Mt. Pinatubo spewing oceans of lahar over TV-land. I surely will be watching her every move at GMA7 (7AM) in the coming days - with much relish.

(Btw, I'm back to watching TV because I noticed I'm becoming out of touch.)

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Question: How many of the so-called world heritage sites are actually a shameful monument to the delusions of grandeur of a dead fool? I wonder. In that case, those monuments must be demolished at all cost! To UNESCO: I'm serious. I'll surely be writing a longer, research-based article on this, and don't you ever beat me to it.

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I'm suprised to discover that there's already a name for something I've been experiencing with my cell phone when it's on silent mode: phantom vibra syndrome (?).

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Here's a WSJ feature on the lechon. The Americans are starting to realize the best things in life they’ve been missing.

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Lookie, a ”topsy-turvy bus.” Yay?

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Council of Europe to vote on creationism next week. No comment.

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Paetechie advances a theorem on how the brazen "Hello Garci" phonetapping was carried out.