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gywo 41

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So the best-case scenario for Iraqis involves "tenuous security"? What kind of dipshit best-case scenario is that? "Tenuous" is a worst-case scenario word. Hell, I don't want to hear "tenuous" when I'm talking about a barbecue, let alone a country full of angry motherfuckers I can't understand! That's like saying, "Don't worry... the bullets in this gun are just tenuous." Fuck that! I'm not into tenuous. Tenuous isn't cutting it for me.

Get Your War On, page 41 in da house!

Note that you can now get Get Your War On II—yes, the sequel—on Amazon. Yayy!

Lessons I've recently, finally learned:

  • Be less trusting.
  • Be less giving.
  • Be less patient.
  • It's ok to give up on people.

I know millions go to therapy for precisely opposite reasons, but really, being open and low maintenance isn't all it's cracked up to be. It just means it's easier for people to take you for granted. I think this dog is finally too old and too tired to get worked up whenever she's thrown the occasional bone.

sometimes i get homesick too

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From a speech Danton Remoto recently gave at the Asian Scholarship Foundation's Fourth Annual Conference:

Living in Southeast Asia felt like coming home: The sound of gamelan playing sensuously at the Actor’s Studio in the basement of Merdeka Square in Kuala Lumpur; the ceramic fragments at Wat Arun beside the Chao Phraya in Bangkok, glittering in the setting sun; a black-and-white butterfly that followed me as I walked round and round the stone steps of the Borobudur, toward the stupa. Several Buddhas in that ancient temple had been destroyed by dynamites planted more than 20 years ago. I remember one Buddha, green with lichen and slippery with rain. Half its face had been blown away by dynamite, but its one good eye looked at me. Its steady gaze tunneled inside me, into my very veins. It seemed to tell me to let my heart be.

And I have done just that. Last month, three of my cousins emigrated to Canada. My brother is now fixing his papers for the same destination. Last week, one of my best friends left for the US, to live there forever. My parents are now just waiting for their summons from the US Embassy so they, too, can live in the land of milk and honey.

But I am staying here, where I am happiest – in Asia. It is a vast continent of beauty and poverty and wealth, whose countries are not separated but linked by the sea, where the cultures are diverse and ancient and dazzling. I am staying in a continent where I can eat something beyond burgers and fries, where the food blossoms on the tongue – nasi goreng, mee hon, laksa, satay, adobo, bulgogi, Hainanese chicken, pho ha, tom yam kung, roti chanai – and remains there, in the mind and heart, like the most vivid memories.

Damn you, Danton. I don't know whether I should eat or cry.

kiki & herb will die for you

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Just got back from seeing Kiki & Herb Will Die For You with Chris.

I'll write more about it here after I've gotten some sleep, but let's just say that if Fred Phelps had bombed Carnegie Hall tonight the economy of the West Village would never have been able to recover from the blow.

update: As Chris said, it was mildly disappointing that neither Kiki nor Herb actually did die for me onstage—I should've known better than to trust Kiki, no one dressed so fabulously can be telling the truth—but still, what a night. I am still verklempt so instead I direct you to the accounts of two people who have pulled their shit together, the always cute as a button Ultrasparky and Uffish Herself, whose champagne flute-holding cleavage might just be the eighth wonder of the world.

As amazing as the night was, it was kind of weird to be sitting in a far off box instead of standing right in front of the stage as usual, near enough for Kiki to reach out and touch your hand, give you a pomegranate, inadvertently spit on you or accuse you of looking up her skirt. I will miss her and Herb terribly, and can only hope I am still in town for the inevitable Kiki & Herb Return From The Dead reunion special. In the meantime I guess we will all just have to console ourselves with the upcoming live CD of the Carnegie Hall show. But what a consolation! Covers of The Talking Heads, Stevie Nicks, Prince, Joy Division, Bonnie Tyler and Eminem. As Kiki would say, Wu-Tang, Motherfuckers!

P.S. Dog bless you, Ada Calhoun for featuring Kiki & Herb in the NY Times the other day: Swan Songs as a Duo Plan Life's Second Act.

Know how there are conversations you can only have when you are inebriated? Here's a recent gem from when I talked to a guy I went out with (once) a long time ago, let's call him Luke because he's tall, blond, and um, I got him into a fistfight. He was telling me about the girl he's seeing now, who to me looks more like his sister than his actual sister does.

Lia: It's kind of creepy that you guys are dating. I mean, you look like siblings. It's just too Flowers in the Attic.
Luke: Wow, that's funny. That's what her mom said too!

i love heidi yorac, part two

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I was in the first grade during the Edsa Revolution and so my most strongest memory of the time is of hating June Keithley because her voice was annoying and she kept showing up on the screen instead of the cartoons I wanted to watch. My school was run by militant leftist nuns and so as soon as everything was finished and we children were back in class, we started talking about politics and never really stopped, and so I've been obsessed ever since. I started making lists of candidates to vote for when I was ten (as did many of my friends, mind you) but it wasn't until Heidi Yorac ran for the Senate in 1998 that I could finally write a name down on my list and be a hundred percent confident in my decision*.

Anyway, I'm writing this because of Pennie Azarcon de la Cruz's great piece on her in last week's Inquirer Sunday Magazine, Still A Fighter After All These Years. Here's an excerpt:

Despite the hard work, government service has its own rewards, says Yorac. "There will always be the memory of how things can be done, how bureaucracy can be tamed." And then there's that feeling of satisfaction, she adds. "Winning the Marcos case, now that's a great feeling. It's not everyday that you feel high, working towards the direction you've set in the first place. It's not the praise; it's knowing that you've done something that makes a difference."

For sure, challenges remain, she says. The biggest, adds the irrepressible Yorac, "include getting through the records of the Marcos wealth, and litigating with people like (Marcos lawyer and former Solicitor General) Estelito Mendoza and other big law firms in Metro Manila."

For government, the biggest challenge must be finding a worthy replacement for the PCGG chair when she retires sometime soon. "I had wanted to go after the elections, but I guess I'd have to stay to put everything in place for my successor. It's up to the President to choose the next chair, but the candidate must be somebody reliable, intelligent and honest."

Might she be persuaded to stay should no such candidate be found? She shrugs. "Nobody's indispensable. The problems of society are too big for anyone."

But definitely, Yorac is a hard act to follow.

No kidding, that—according to the article, under her leadership the PCGG "has recovered in two years more than what her predecessors have wrangled in the past 18 years."

From the citation for her 2004 Ramon Magsaysay Award:

Democracy has deep roots in the Philippines, yet its authority continues to be tested. Years of dictatorship, graft in high places, and the corruption of the electoral process by "goons, guns, and gold" have left many Filipinos cynical not only about democracy but about government itself—all the more so because government seems repeatedly to fall short of its promises and goals. In such a climate, serving in government can be thankless. Yet, Haydee Yorac, a lawyer and professor of law, has repeatedly answered the call to serve. In doing so, she has confounded the cynics and shown that even the most intractable problems can yield to solutions if they are attacked honestly and with vigor.

No one in the entire country has ever deserved a Ramon Magsaysay Award more, and I'm glad she finally received one this year. Haydee Yorac is my hero, and she should be yours too.

Related posts: i love haydee yorac, when will we grow up?


*She didn't win, of course, because Filipinos vote for and get the officials they deserve every single time, and really she's much too good for the likes of us. Yet another self-inflicted wound in our national litany of maladies.

secondcup.org

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I've been trying to get my good friend J to start a blog for years now, even helped pick out and register a domain name a few months back, but I was beginning to think she'd never do it.

I'm happy to report that she's finally started posting so please give a big hello to secondcup.org. Already she's got two wonderful posts up about two of the current biggest controversies in Philippine literature, while I've still got a photo of Magnum PI on my front page. Um.

(J, welcome to blogging! You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.)

print "hello world!"

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Updates on what's been going on with me lately, in bullet form because I am too lazy/tired to write real paragraphs just now:

  1. I am not dead. Yayy! Regular posting resumes today.
  2. My fifth and hopefully final semester at ITP has begun. I'm doing my thesis with Kathy Wilson as my adviser and taking two classes besides that, Social Software with Clay Shirky and Game Design with Frank Lantz (yes, same guy but different class from the one that spawned super nerd meme Pacmanhattan last semester). The two classes are great and feed perfectly into my thesis, which is fantastic luck.
  3. Like all the other cool kids, I've been moblogging with good ol' Flickr. I'll be integrating my photostream on here sometime in the near future.
  4. I've been getting sideblog envy as of late, so as soon as I decide between using MT or del.icio.us to power it (mainly I have to figure out if I want to have comments for it or not), it will be up.
  5. I could never bring myself to use categories on this blog, but I've been getting into the use of tags because of Flickr and del.icio.us and will probably be giving Cal Henderson's MT 3 tags plugin a spin. Anyone installed this or seen it implemented anywhere?
  6. Jarvis was Dogster's dog of the day on Tuesday!

    jarvis, dogster's dog of the day

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