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Wednesdays I’m-n-love
MONTHLY PERIOD POETRY READINGS AND OPEN MIC FEATURING JOEL TOLEDO IN CONVERSATION WITH MIKAEL CO WITH CHOLO GOITA, CALOY PIOCOS, DINO MANRIQUE, MIA TIJAM, HUSSEIN MACARAMBON, HOSTED BY ANDREA TERÁN


URBAN INTERVENTIONS AND STREET ACTIONS ARTIST PRESENTATION MARK SALVATUS / PILIPINAS STREET PLAN



MARCH 28 /WEDNESDAY, BAR OPENS 7 PM
GREEN PAPAYA ART PROJECTS, for updates please check http://papayapost.blogspot.com/


Descends the hourly downpour, reclaiming the tropical landscape maybe. Putting aside soaring oil prices, impending rice shortage, plight of migrant workers in the Middle East alongside GMA's P11 million growth this year, brighter prospects are yet in our horizon. Cheers to our beloved colleagues – knock outs at the recent auction at Borubodur, Singapore! Perhaps signaling the much needed facelift to Philippine contemporary art practice. A stronger shot in the arm is the much anticipated National Art Gallery's New Contemporary Art Projects exhibit Room 307: Inkling Gutfeel and Hunch on May 30 at National Museum. Yes, work hard and party harder.



After an intimate yet raucous closing party of Gina Osterloh's Shooting Blanks last Wednesday, Green Papaya was temporarily transported beyond the cinematic frames of Khavn de la Cruz's short films with Tonight I Will Love You Forever video installation curated by Norberto Roldan last Saturday. It's Wednesday once again and to cap off our monthly wait is our Monthly Period Readings with featured reader Joel Toledo in conversation with Mikael Co on the various shades and meaning of 'bayaw' and 'wasak.' Back to back with Mark Salvatus presentation on urban interventions and street actions of Pilipinas Street Plan. Meanwhile, a last shout out for W.O.P Residency which closes on May 30. Send out your proposals and as usual the moment is now.

Moving a house.

Sit on the floor and pack all your things into a big box, and you start thinking about how you never seem to have enough money for the right things. But more than enough for the wrong ones.

Don't even get me started on time.

Lin-tech.

I don't have to be at the office most fridays. We have a rotation system, and mostly, I only have to go every three fridays or so. Which is good, yes?

Not if you actually have a lot of work to do. So what's stopping me from voluntarily going on Fridays, right? Right. Like you would. Besides, think about the distance between Pasay and Quezon City. And the fact that I have to commute. (Insert recent pickpocket incident here, too. But I've been playing that card too much already, I think.) And the fact that it's hot and humid. Right. We understand each other now.

So I get a call at 9 AM, someone's asking me to send a fax. No problem. I have the letter ready, I have a fax software thingy in my laptop, and my mobile can act as a modem, right? Wrong. Like, totally Vrong. Or at least I don't know how to do it.

If technology is supposed to make my life easier, someone hired a really good ad agency. Goddamit. I have been at this for hours. Only to find that I can send a fax through an analog connection, but not digital. Digital! Is there something wrong with this, or is it just me?

I mean, opposable thumbs were a turning point in evolution. Look at humans, monkeys, pandas. One group is struggling sending faxes through mobile phones, another can be found using tools in the jungle (and in zoos), the last is endangered. See how far we've come?


Poooo-tech.

I take it back. God is everywhere.

Even at a Juan dela Cruz Band benefit concert. Right smack in the middle as a matter of fact--when the audience was asked to praise the lord. All with "all-together-now!" and "once-more-with-feeling!" enthusiasm. Lord, I miss the days of backmasking rumors and mullet-haired, mustachioed rockstars.

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And, yes, Karma too. This time in the hustle-bustle of the LRT 1-MRT connection. I may not be in a wheel chair now (knock-on-wood), but lost my wallet to a pickpocket. I was broke to begin with. Now I'm freakin' vroke. Yes, with a V. For Very.

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But it's not all bad news. Chingbee and Mark had an excellent show at Green Papaya. I can't help but say show. There was talk of poetry, yes. But we tackled infidelity too. And needs. And dealing with dismissive comments. Even footnotes. Chingbee got interviewed twice. And I heard there were Manila Times/Standard people taking down notes. Or maybe they were just there for the free beer. Yep, two cases. Free. Vree.

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(test. test-mic. one-two.) "Eheheerm. I would like to thank my parents, my sisters, my friends, but most of all "the one who created everything" (cf. Mike Hanopol) for the love and support. They was the most important person in my life. Last but not least, I would like to thank Green Papaya for giving me a spot on the Wednesdays-I'm-N-Love WOP, for the free beer during the readings (also when I'm broke and have to commute), the excellent venue, and for the residency. I thank you. Bowwoohoo!" Transcript of my thank-you speech in my head. I did the victory dance last Wednesday. I love GP, Donna and Peewee, and Joaquin. Kahit "friends lang" kami. Vlove. Salamat!!!

What was that? Oops, too late. Nagpa-inom na ako nung Mierkules. Vleh.