My Brady Bunch

New Year 2011 / Noche Buena

I don’t think I write enough about family. And despite my growing objectionable notions about the conventions of a family (I will just write about this later on when I am able to articulate this better), I do really enjoy my family.

I love the fact that I know I can call my brothers for absolutely anything. I’m pretty sure they’ll take me in even if I’m a fugitive from the police. And if this plays out I will make sure to leave my mom out of this as she is working with the government.

I still do the secret handshake with my girl cousins even if we’re all grownz up.

We love to overshare our toilet practices and we never tire of talking about it. Crumpled in a ball or folded? Someone scampering for the papers to bring in the toilet for some downtime usually prompts this.  And this happens all the time.

I can be such a big brat and be abominably stupid sometimes and they will do the unavoidable tsk tsk and move on and take me in again.

It’s amazing how those years add up indeed. Imagine the constant exposure to them all those years growing up. I’m just so gadawful lucky being around this fantastic atmosphere. And in the picture above, even if that wine we we’re toasting with was absolutely horrible…who cared?


The Year That Was

I think this is the year I declared myself an adult. Yup, everything before this was a child pretending to be grown-up. But now I have come to notice everything about what the word mature means.

It means learning to accept the fact that the friends I have now will probably be my friends for the rest of my life.

…also keeping the circle open to let new people in.

It means not only knowing the difference between and HMO and HBO but actually asking for an upgrade (of the HMO…not cable).

It means learning how to enjoy your money.

It means more people dying around you.

It means more friends turning to mothers.

It means back aches and leg cramps.

It means accepting the fact that you don’t know anything.


Why does it always have to be the next thing?

One night over frozen margaritas and oily food, I was with the Dude who directs, Beef who’s a photographer, and Seeds who is a painter and pole dance artist. And the conversation started on a cheerful note. And how it’s so much fun to push the boundaries, give it all you got and then ahhh…an exhibit, a premiere, a performance. But then after the ahhhh…moment comes the now what??? moment. And it happens all over again. And then comes Nor, who is a wonderful wonderful actor. And he talks about enjoying the moment where everything is just PERFECT. And don’t we all look for it? Like heroin? That very very rare moment when you know you did a good thing. And you just keep doing what you do to be in that moment again.

I’ve been thinking about that with documentaries and I’m not sure THE MOMENT applies. Perhaps there is this absolutely profound and reflective scene that you just so happen to capture…NOT. Well maybe. I haven’t done enough to know if it’s true.

Unfortunately, the cheerful note turned to anxious as we all went into self-absorption required of all who need to be ahh-tist. Shmah-tist.

But on that note…I’m so excited to do my next film! The progress is a crawl but perhaps because i have not found this seemingly impossible MOMENT that they keep talking about. No a-ha! for me yet but I know this is going to be good.

And because I am a fool for procrastinating, I have resorted to stupid time eating activities so as to avoid the hard work of actual editing. But might as well publish my first amateur study of the poster. I’m sure my more talented graphic artist friends will do a better job.

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Amster-deyam!

I’ve always wanted to go to Amsterdam…

1 – for the access to certain organic goods (as they say: NO TO SMOKING. YES TO TOKING!)

2 – to see (i’d be too chicken to transact) the commerce via intriguing window displays to show off “wares”.

3 – and the biggest documentary festival in the world that happens last quarter of every year, IDFA (International Documentary Film Festival Amsterdam)

Which is why i’m so frikkin excited to go this November. More for number 3 than anything else. Thanks to the documentary that has taken me, as Joe says it…25, 265 years to make.

This doc has certainly brought me to places I would never have thought of going. From a shoreside village in Cauayan, Negros Occidental, Philippines to the pine-covered hick town of Coquille, Oregon, USA.

And now I go to Amsterdam.

Doe het!


A volunteer’s observation

We’ve been very pessimistic about these elections. We were expecting mammoth disasters that might involve any or some of the following:

- martial law

- hacked PCOS machines / corrupted cards

- pocket riots

- PCOS machines conking out

- disenfranchised voters

And it’s true, there were some depressing incidents. At least eight people perished due to elections. Some machines did conk out. Some election precincts actually failed in transmitting the results. But because of the automation, things happened so fast that there were only glitches and cheating was kept to a minimum. Perhaps cheating happened outside the precinct but I can’t imagine it happening inside the machines. Maybe the cheaters will figure this out in the next elections, but not this year.

San Beda Alabang. Already printing out results at 9pm

I’m being asked to write a report about what happened in our Cupang precinct and no I won’t be publishing that here but I realized it would also be good if we not only have informed volunteers but informed voters as well.

A few pointers for future elections:

  1. If time is at your disposal (and to many it is, since it’s a non-work day), vote AFTER LUNCH. I don’t know why everybody wants to vote first thing in the morning. Everyone is still getting used to the process, automated or not. You will not run out of ballots. You will not be less responsible if you do it later in the day.
  2. Bring your voter’s ID. If you don’t have one, bring an ID. Or even better, bring proof that you’re registered. It’s the easiest way to figure out your way into the maze of polling centers. But it would be best if…
  3. You find out your precinct and your cluster before you go to the polling center. You can find out in your parish, in your barangay hall, and even online! I’m still trying to figure out though why many of the late registrants weren’t on the list. It’s baffling that a lot of the late registrants were still disenfranchised. I don’t have an answer to this except I know that it’s frustrating but cursing volunteers to high heavens will not put your name on the book of voters.
  4. Come equipped! Bring a kodigo–list of the people you’re voting for. Bring bottled water and maybe snacks.
  5. If you’re disenfranchised or if you witness anything that you’re suspicious about, please file a protest. You may approach a volunteer or a Comelec official. It’s a little tedious because you have to file a protest/challenge form but this is helpful because it’s on record and this can be the basis of evaluations that will help improve elections.
  6. Bear in mind that the volunteers are just people who can assist you, not help you vote. And the BEI (Board of Election Inspectors) are just teachers who are aiding Comelec to help you vote. They also need their lunchbreaks, their toilet breaks and recess breaks. If they’re doing a good job, please do tell them. If you’re unhappy with their job, be a little more patient. They’re hardly getting paid (only 3k for that day), and they’re doing this for the same reasons you’re voting–civic duty. So let’s be nice to them. They might not even be able to vote! Because they might be assigned to a precinct where they’re supposed to vote. (This is another issue altogether and deseves a full entry).

But overall, it’s been smooth and relatively peaceful. I’m so proud of the Pinoys! And as much as there are kinks that need to be smoothened out, I would say most of us feel overwhelmed by the success of the elections. No more manual counting! No more dagdag-bawas! Hi-tech! So maybe it’s not over yet but the worst is over I think. Election-wise.


When patience is not a virtue

It’s not always smart to wait for someone to tell you that you’re good enough or you’re smart enough or ripe enough to do this or that.

It’s not always smart to wait for the right time to do this or do that.

Some things have to happen today or never.

But which ones?


thank you

i am surrounded by fabulous people

i am excited to wake up tomorrow

i have two stupid cats that drive me nuts

i have a house that is not just a place for sleep


i will not go to heaven when i die

Sometimes it just happens and something articulates for you. And in this case the AFTERLIFE. This has something to do with the story of a human raised as a Martian who returns to Earth, together with the blackhole theory.

Thank you to Robert Heinlein for ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’. And Stephen Hawking for ‘Brief History of Time’ (also Errol Morris who made a great doc on it).

I believe in the afterlife. I believe there is a higher being. But suddenly heaven and hell is no longer a clear cut division, they’re levels. In the same way that the black hole is not exactly black our spirits are not exactly spirits.

When we die we get absorbed into the collective energy of those who have gone before us. Dead Monster is no longer Monster because she does not exist.

There is a dimension in the universe that we don’t see because we’re limited by our bodies. Hawking kept on investigating the blackhole because he couldn’t believe that if you drop an astronaut in the blackhole it will just disappear. He just couldn’t. And that’s how he figured out that the astronaut as we know it DID disappear but it comes back…as radiation.

The consciousness that we so hold in high regard is the one thing that every religion promises will remain after death. I’m not discounting the fact that there might be consciousness…but not of spirit or soul or anything individual. It’s impossible. Consciousness is still coming from the brain…which dies with us.

I think it’s more like particles moving together like the blackhole that collapses, sucking in that astronaut and eventually nuking it.

Am i going to be excommunicated now?


cubicubacubicuba cubicuba cubicubicuba

[the above title is the lyrics to the Cuba Song]

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5 reasons why I love Trabajo St.

boys making wiwi great signs

  1. Serendipitously, it is the street where I work. Oddly, the old street sign reads Trabajo St (with a j) and the new street names spell it Trabaho St (with an h). They are placed side by side which makes it rather redundant, but right on JP Rizal where most of our guests come from when going to Arkeo, is a sign-less Trabajo turn. Perhaps, we can just uproot one of them signs and place it where it matters.
  2. The neighborhood is teeming with texture and life and enough oddities to make it a great location to shoot.
  3. There is a crazy man who walks around in a superhero costume. He wears spandex in varying colors and cape. They come in hot pink, neon green, white and yellow. He has a utility belt filled with wrenches and tools. I have not been brave enough to talk to him. He likes to sing when he walks around.
  4. We usually buy our lunch in the carinderia beside us from a woman named Belo. She’s a middle-aged woman who is always fully made up, complete with big hair while serving her famous giniling or bopis. Sometimes she closes the store when she doesn’t feel like cooking that day.
  5. I live in a neighborhood. Which means the Arkeo House is literally that…a house. It’s not as professional as we’d like to look but right now, this humble 2-storey affair is just right for our needs.

shooting


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