is they need knobs. These need not be locked, but can be locked. Which will then need keys.
The trouble with keys is they need to be carried about. Which means they can be left behind, or locked inside, or lost.
The trouble with keys left behind is you have to make sure someone's already home before you are.
The trouble with keys locked inside is you need to know how to pick locks, or break knobs, or break down doors. Or have someone do these things for you.
aaaaa The trouble with picking locks is that it's suspect. More so if aaaaa you have someone do it for you.
aaaaa The trouble with breaking knobs is you will need new ones. aaaaa With new keys.
aaaaa The trouble with breaking down doors is you end up with no aaaaa door. But then you will not need knobs. Nor keys.
The trouble with keys locked inside the rooms is you end up feeling stupid.
The trouble with keys lost is that doors have knobs. Which can be locked. Which will then need keys.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Free speech? Thank you very much!
[Test? Mic test. Go na tayo? Okay. Eherm.]
[I am honored to be delivering this speech in front of you (or at least, my speech writer says so) blah blah blah blah...]
Working where I work now, the concept of "free speech" has changed dramatically. No, I am not talking about not being able to speak freely, nor about its consequences or possible abuses...
Where I work, "free speech" means exactly that: getting a speech for free. Or in my particular case, writing a speech for someone else, for free.
I am not a speech writer, ladies and gentlemen. I cannot pretend to write a speech especially when I will not be the one to deliver it, and at the very least, when I am not knowledgeable of the tone my speaker has, or wants to have. If I am not aware of her tone, how will I know what words to use? If I do not know the extent of her vocabulary, how will I know she will be able to pronounce, much less recognize, say, "minutiae" (which I myself learned to pronounce properly only recently) or whatever-the-fuck? (By the way, can I use fuck with this audience?)
Most of all, I hate other people putting words in my mouth, and I expect other people do, too.
But, there comes a time when one has risen to unimaginable heights of power that one can no longer be concerned with speaking for oneself. Power, they say, begets responsibility. However, I have learned that to whom great power is given, whom is free to give others all the responsibility.
Since I am not one of those in the heights of power--And let me tell you now, I suffer from vertigo, and earlier today had to change my shoes from 4-inch stilettos to 2-inch boots--I get all the responsibility. Well, maybe not all, as there are a lot of rungs in the ladder between where I stand at 5'5" (and then only in 2-inch boots, mind you), and the "unimaginable" level. Nevertheless, 'di ba? (Sorry, Romans, "'di ba" simply means "isn't it so".)
So. As my foresight in changing shoes shows, I, at least, have saved myself the disgrace of falling flat on my face. That doesn't mean, though, that should the higher-ups discover this blog, I won't be condemned to the depths of hell. Or, at the very least, fired. (Hmmm, I wonder if "fired" didn't originate from thoughts of jobless hell...)
Thank you very much, for your attention; for allowing me to express my opinion (and it really is mine. All mine. Muahahaha.) on this matter, and in this small gathering. Again, have a good day y'all!
*****
Distinguished guests: all of you who need to be mentioned by name and title and affiliation, and of course, in proper order of importance; ladies and gentlemen, friends, Romans, etc... Good day.[I am honored to be delivering this speech in front of you (or at least, my speech writer says so) blah blah blah blah...]
Working where I work now, the concept of "free speech" has changed dramatically. No, I am not talking about not being able to speak freely, nor about its consequences or possible abuses...
Where I work, "free speech" means exactly that: getting a speech for free. Or in my particular case, writing a speech for someone else, for free.
I am not a speech writer, ladies and gentlemen. I cannot pretend to write a speech especially when I will not be the one to deliver it, and at the very least, when I am not knowledgeable of the tone my speaker has, or wants to have. If I am not aware of her tone, how will I know what words to use? If I do not know the extent of her vocabulary, how will I know she will be able to pronounce, much less recognize, say, "minutiae" (which I myself learned to pronounce properly only recently) or whatever-the-fuck? (By the way, can I use fuck with this audience?)
Most of all, I hate other people putting words in my mouth, and I expect other people do, too.
But, there comes a time when one has risen to unimaginable heights of power that one can no longer be concerned with speaking for oneself. Power, they say, begets responsibility. However, I have learned that to whom great power is given, whom is free to give others all the responsibility.
Since I am not one of those in the heights of power--And let me tell you now, I suffer from vertigo, and earlier today had to change my shoes from 4-inch stilettos to 2-inch boots--I get all the responsibility. Well, maybe not all, as there are a lot of rungs in the ladder between where I stand at 5'5" (and then only in 2-inch boots, mind you), and the "unimaginable" level. Nevertheless, 'di ba? (Sorry, Romans, "'di ba" simply means "isn't it so".)
So. As my foresight in changing shoes shows, I, at least, have saved myself the disgrace of falling flat on my face. That doesn't mean, though, that should the higher-ups discover this blog, I won't be condemned to the depths of hell. Or, at the very least, fired. (Hmmm, I wonder if "fired" didn't originate from thoughts of jobless hell...)
Thank you very much, for your attention; for allowing me to express my opinion (and it really is mine. All mine. Muahahaha.) on this matter, and in this small gathering. Again, have a good day y'all!
*****
[Heard offstage: "PAKSHET! What do you mean Romans don't speak English?!]
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Word association = Yay!
Word association = Oops.
I wanted to do a [Yay! / Oops.] thing here, but as usual, working with html [thumb].
*****
We had great fun last night at GP's goodbye gig at Maginhawa. We hope to open the new site at Kamuning with the Wednesdays poetry reading, too. Vince Serrano by Mabi David in July!
Kudos to Gelo, and Ricci for the great great conversations. Who'd have thought bad-ass Gelo used to be a ________ in high school?!? Ha! If you were there last night, you'd be privy to this best-kept secret too. Bleh. Word association clue? Rhyme and reason.
Anyway. Thank you, thank you, Gelo and Ricci. Last night was definitely in my [High Fidelity]. Or, will stay in my top five once we've had more than four of these featured readings. But seriously, it was fantastic.
Kudos too, to Donna and Peewee, for the great space at Maginhawa. We look forward to Kamuning!!!
*****
Okay this is it for now. [Einstein] not working.
I wanted to do a [Yay! / Oops.] thing here, but as usual, working with html [thumb].
*****
We had great fun last night at GP's goodbye gig at Maginhawa. We hope to open the new site at Kamuning with the Wednesdays poetry reading, too. Vince Serrano by Mabi David in July!
Kudos to Gelo, and Ricci for the great great conversations. Who'd have thought bad-ass Gelo used to be a ________ in high school?!? Ha! If you were there last night, you'd be privy to this best-kept secret too. Bleh. Word association clue? Rhyme and reason.
Anyway. Thank you, thank you, Gelo and Ricci. Last night was definitely in my [High Fidelity]. Or, will stay in my top five once we've had more than four of these featured readings. But seriously, it was fantastic.
Kudos too, to Donna and Peewee, for the great space at Maginhawa. We look forward to Kamuning!!!
*****
Okay this is it for now. [Einstein] not working.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Wednesdays-I'm-N-lalalalaLOVE
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.
Friday, May 16, 2008
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.
Don't even get me started on time.
Friday, May 09, 2008
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
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.
*****
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.
*****
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.
*****
(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.
*****
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.
*****
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.
*****
(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.
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