the gapanese invasion is nigh!

"pinakamaganda ka nga sa buong kapuluan, pero latina na naman ang magwawagi ng korona at sash sa miss world! racism ba ito? lupasay!"

Saturday, January 10, 2009

ang pag-iral ng diyos ayon kay san anselmo


Bukod kay San Tomas de Aquino, nagbigay din ng pruweba si San Anselmo tungkol sa pag-iral ng Diyos. Argumento niya, maipriprisinta ang pag-iral ng Diyos gamit ang prinsipyo ng ontolohiya lamang; sinabi niyang ang pagmemeron ng Diyos ay tumutugma s kakayanan ng taong makita ang konsepto ng Diyos sa isip. Sa unang pasakalye, credimus te esse aliquid, quo nihil majus cogitari posit o naniniwala tayo na may bagay na mas malaki na hindi masasaisip. Sa pangalawang pasakalye, convincitur ergo etiam insipiens esse vel in intellectu aliquid, quo nihil majus cogitari potest… Et certe id, quo majus cogitari nequit, non potest esse in intellectu solo o kahit na ang mga mangmang ay dapat umaming may isang mas malaking bagay na umiiral na maaaring umiiral lamang sa kanyang isip, at dahil hindi ito maisasaisip, siguradong hindi lamang ito sa isip umiiral. Kaya nga existit ergo procul dubio aliquid, quo majus cogitari non valet, et in intellectu, et in re o samakatuwid, walang dudang may isang bagay na napakalaki na hindi maisip ngunit umiiral sa pag-unawa at sa reyalidad. May bentahe ito sapagkat mas malamang na tama ang pasakalye at tumutugma sa reyalidad and teorya. Makikita pa sa silohismo na pinapatunayan ang pag-iral ng Diyos bilang isang solusyon sa isang siyentipikong problema. Mahina lamang ito kung ang taong pagpriprisintahan ay wala talagang pananampalataya, dahil anumang paliwanag sa kanila, hindi nila tatanggapin ito. Kaya nga hindi maiisip ang hindi maisip kung ndi nagkakaroon ng pagtutulay sa pagitan ng paniniwala at lohika. May pagtatagpo ng mga elemento rito upang buuin ang isang kumpletong larawan ng kaisipang Katoliko. Sa ganitong sabi, misteryo nga ang Diyos, at naipapakita lang siya ng higit sa lohikal na pamamaraan kung para lang magkaroon ng pagpapahalaga. Matatagpuan ang pagpapahalagang ito sa kooperasyon ng paniniwala at katwiran upang mahikayat ang tao na mag-isip upang maintindihan ang argumento. May lohikal na patunay ang ontolohikal na argumento ni San Anselmo. Ngunit hindi man maintindihan sa iba pang lohika, hindi kinakailangang Makita ito kung hindi naman ito silohismo. Sa anyo nito ngayon, naipapakita ang misteryosong kalikasan ng pag-iral ng Diyos sa isang paraang nakakaakit ng pang-kaisipan at ispiritwal na pagtuklas.

Friday, January 09, 2009

'sarap maging pepsi max

Straight, dark N on a (friendly) date. Paradigms are shifting, and i don't just mean to say coca-colonization's about to end its global reign in human civilization's diet.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

ang patunay ng pag-iral ng diyos ayon kay san tomas de aquino


Bilang debotong Kristiyano, natural na naniiwala sa Diyos si San Tomas de Aquino, ngunit gusto niyang patunayan ang pag-iral ng Diyos sa mga hindi tumatanggap ng mga bagay-bagay sa pamamagitan ng pananampalataya. Hindi kasi binibigyang permiso ng lohika ang pagpapaliwanag sa pag-iral ng Diyos. Kaya nga may limang pruweba ng pag-iral ng Diyos base sa lohika at pagmasid sa kalikasan. Sa unang argumento, sinubok ni Aquino na patunayang may unang kumikilos, at tinatawag itong Diyos. Pinatunayan niya ito sa pagsasabing anumang kumilos ay pinakilos ng iba pa. Hindi ito walang hanggan, kaya aabot sa konklusyon na may unang pagkilos na dahilan ng mga sumunod na pagkilos. Mas madali kung tutuusin ang ikalimang argumento dahil sa pagmasid ng mundo, makikitang lahat ng mga bagay ay patungo sa katapusan. Hindi puwedeng matapos ito nang hindi dinidirekta ng isang matalinong maykapal. Lagpas sa kakayanan ng tao ang idirekta ang malalaking bagay sa sandaigdigan gaya ng mga planeta at bituin, kaya mas makapangyarihan ang may kontrol sa mga ito. Ang dalawang argumentong ito ay magkaiba ng pamamaraan sa pagpapatunay na umiiral ang Diyos, sa isang banda, nagsimula ang lahat sa unang kumilos, samantalang sa isang banda, may isang kumokontrol sa iba pang bagay na lagpas sa kaya ng tao. Sa unang patunay, paano sasagutin ni Aquino kung ang tanong ay, “Ano ang nagpkilos sa Diyos?” Masasabing wala sapagkat dati nang umiiral pa ang Diyos, kaya patutunayan ito ni Aquino na walang hanggan nang umiirla ang Diyos. Kung bibigyan niya pa ng patunay ito, magiging paulit-ulit lang ang argumento. Iba ang kaso ng ikalimang argumento, dahil ang ayos na ng sandaigdigan ang nagpapatunay na gumagalaw ito sa gawi ng batas. Samantalang hindi basta lumitaw ang batas na ito, lumitaw ito sa paglikha ng sandaigdigan. Kung tutuusin ang teoryang Big Bang sa pagkakalikha ng sandaigdigan, ganoon din lumitaw ang batas ng kalikasan. Hindi naman maipaliwanag ito ng siyensya, na magsasabing may isang misteryosong puwersang gumawa nito upang gabayan ang gawi ng mundo. Ganito ang ginamit na argumento ni Aquino, na kayang suporthana ang sarili at walang pagkukulang sa lohika. Ang pagpatunay ng pag-iral ng Diyos ay isang mabuting gawi at kung may makagawa nito gamit ang mga argumentong hindi mapasusubalian, wlaang pagpipilian ang mga tao kundi maniwala sa pag-iral ng Diyos. Kahit ganito na ang ginawa ni Aquino, hindi makukuha ang lahat sa lohika at pangangatwiran. Lagi nang may elemento ng pananampalataya na meron lagi upang maniwala. Kung walang pananampalataya, kahit anong patunay na umiiral ang Diyos ay mababalewala.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

the academic mutineer


The year is starting right, eh? The last three days saw me visiting the obscure college' human resource department regarding my and four of my colleagues' absence during our Christmas party, among other issues. Apparently, we got the goat of the management after the receiving copy of a memo that had been passed around for signing appeared crumpled (how come the faculty copy reached the hrd office, some pencil sharpener must have most likely interceded). Hence, the issue has become blown out of proportion, without the need to. The following correspondence might seem interesting for readers for both the overt and covert contents (or the lack thereof) as well as the vast gulf separating the styles in which the letters were written. Why, I'm thinking of fictionalizing it soon because of the sheer hilarity of the situation. The following is the body of the memo I received, quoted verbatim:
Please be informed that you had (sic) failed to attend the Christmas party last December 23, 2008 without prior notification from (sic) the management. In this connection, you are advised to explain in writing within 24 hours why you should not charge of insubordination (sic).

This will serve as your Written Reprimand upon the receipt of this written notification. Failure to comply shall forfeit the right to be heard.
***
This is my response to my summoner regarding my failure to notify the management about my absence during the Christmas party:
In reiteration of my verbal explanation last January 6, 2009, I write to inform you that I hurriedly left Manila to take my two-week vacation in Puerto Galera, Oriental Mindoro. Owing to the relative isolation of that resort town, I did not get to contact the school via e-mail or mobile phone. Hence, a charge of insubordination is not necessary.
While we are at the subject, you may want to review whether insubordination is the appropriate disciplinary charge for a considerably minor incident. I and my colleagues are prevented from doing the review ourselves due to the invisibility and inaccessibility of a faculty handbook, the textual proof on which your penalizing interpretation was based. I deem the non-attendance way too incomparable to, say, the deliberate disobedience to a superior’s order. It likewise vigorously implies that attendance to said party is compulsory. While I understand that I had earlier signified my motive to be present through my signature on the attendance sheet, I indeed intended to go in order to celebrate the Christmas spirit with this institutional family. The opportunity to spend the holidays out of town and for free, however, got in the way. It is solely for this overlooked notification that I feel sorry.
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Belated Happy New Year, Senator Trillanes and Edsa Revolutionaries!

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

the cruiser
























The drizzle shaped you
Till I could take you home
You were warm, ‘twas damp outside
You asked why I shivered.
“This, and this—”
My flirty fingers pointed,
And your low laugh
Made your chest heave,
Audible with heartbeat,
More as I touch it.
Down south
Where hidden beauty flourished,
My lips mapped the contours
Where drizzles of desire
Cascaded.
Even today,
When you are several kisses away,
The drizzle returns to shape you
Till your beauty soothes
The savage beast.

Monday, January 05, 2009

marx' alienated labor


In the intricate web of political economy, there are four aspects of alienated labor that the laborer endures and these are (1) his alienation from his “species essence” as a human being rather than a machine, (2) his alienation with his co-worker because capitalism brings labor down to the level of a commodity that is traded on the market instead of a social relationship, (3) his alienation from the product because this is appropriated by the capitalist and, thus, goes beyond the worker’s control , and (4) his alienation from the very act of production, in such a way that work becomes a meaningless activity, lacking internal satisfactions.
The alienation of people from one another is a prevalent motif in the contemporary times. Since the object of the production, the product, does not belong to the laborer, then it belongs to another human being, namely the capitalist class. In such a case, the enriching commodity alienates the capitalist from the laborer by making the capitalist richer while denying the product maker himself the profit and giving him mere wages for his rendered labor. In other words, the capitalist outstrips the laborer in terms of enrichment, alienating the latter from the former by virtue of the latter’s profit ownership. As such, the laborer’s act of production is an instrument to secure survival from another human being, the capitalist in this case. The laborer’s alienated relationship with the capitalist cannot be called an act of free will, therefore, because he has no choice but to undergo the experience if he needs to survive. Also, workers are alienated from one another because they treat one another as rivals in getting a job. Instead of being drawn toward one another by friendship, laborers compete against one another because their survival rests on their capacity to outshine others in securing labor.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

swiss boy meets swiss miss


it started with one hello.
then the innocuous question "may i take a picture of you by the sea?"
the foreigner gladly posed for me, his eyes rivalling the sparkling emerald waters of puerto galera. after the shoot, i showed him the picture and ended the conversation with the note "thank you."
but he has other things in mind, for he revived the talk, asking me where i hail originally, where my university is, what sort of things did i take a holiday break from. i gathered that he's from switzerland but on an extended asian tour. he had been to cambodia and laos, but discovered the philippines through his traveling grandparents. i told him the country's different, being more western than asian, from natives who speak english fluently to american-style socio-cultural institutions. i wonder if he knew french, italian and rumantsch, because he spoke in german and english. something in the manner he smiled made me think of chris evans.
we could have gone on and on with the chat, but the weather's sunny (it drizzled most of the time) and i was worried his camera wouldn't be of much use if he went on talking and talking instead of capturing the picturesque scenes of the island paradise. the swiss boy walked northward, heading toward the promontory where i read alone while sunbathing. i took the ambiguity as a sign, i followed and it seemed i would reach the edge of the world on foot and with him.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

on family ties and in her shoes


Curtis Hanson’s In Her Shoes (20th Century Fox, 2005) is the story of two sisters whor are disparate in so many ways: the character of Toni Collette is a lawyer who is a hopeless romantic deep inside while that of Cameron Diaz is the obscure starlet who dreams of hitting it big in fame and fortune. Other than their genes, they also share the similar shoe size, but they are ultimately intertwined by family values as they learn to bond as sisters.
After seeing the film, I realized that no matter how different my family and I are from each other, we are always linked by special clan ties. It is already hard to deal with people outside the domestic sphere—how much more with one’s own kin whom one shares a room with, does house chores with, connects with in times of domestic troubles and bliss? The film was able to show the universal appeal of blood being thicker than water, and no matter what hardships embattles the family to rip it apart, one can only have one’s parents, brothers, sisters or, in the case of the Filipino experience, extended family members to turn to. At times, relationships can be contemptible, and I for one can only wish I were not part of my sometimes un-understanding family. However, at the end of the day, my family is the only foundation I can rely on, fair weather or not.

Friday, January 02, 2009

post-pangga prospects


Seven weeks into my single status and my friends (Fate included) seem to be on a mad scramble to offer prospects with whom to replace my ex. Even my former beau (seen in photo during our last happy time together--our second anniversary) was curious whether I have already moved on by bagging a new boyfriend. I wonder if these well-meaning people were afraid that my relative calmness meant I was contemplating death—mine or the ex’. I had to ride on and feel the magic of being available in the social market in order to assure people I won’t take anybody’s life including mine and, more especially, to be active the instant a cosmic conspiracy unravels.
First, in random order, there were Papapao and his girlfriend Sari, who unwittingly broke new grounds by introducing me to a schoolmate who, it seems to me, rivals the beauty of Pablo Neruda’s poems.
Second, there was Supremo, who acquainted me with a moreno studying in a nearby university. Not only does N possess a manly face and a body that reminds me of a bikini contestant’s, but his cover of Jay-ar Siaboc’s “Hiling” just turned me starstruck. One time, he texted, “Thanks for your love and concern, Sir…I really treasure it.”
Third, there was this homepage, who threw H into my path. H is an engineering senior from the State University, and the prospective cum laude chanced upon my blogpost on Prof. Marjorie Evasco’s “Origami.” Then, it also paved the way to my encounter with TY, who is among the most sought-after guys in a men’s social networking site. Once, he texted, “I love conversations and I like hearing people express their thoughts in their own way. I rarely meet guys who are poetic and grammatically impressive.” I think I should lobby for the Nobel Prize nomination of www.blogger.com, haha.
Fourth, there was Sir Armando, who tries to bridge me with his equally handsome friends, one of whom is a Piolo-deadringing campus king while the other is a Penshoppe model (the beauty titlist is a special case: he is actually looking for an English major textmate. Who do I thank, the British Council?). Sir Armando’s secret admirer teased that “nagkabalikan na pala sina Juday at Piolo.”
Fifth, there was Padi’s, where I traded numbers with a namesake of my ex. While on the dancefloor, I brushed against him and noticing that the guy’s rather sexy, I smiled a smile that closed the gap between us.
Sixth, there was my librarian friend who sensed that the gay Comparative Literature major who had donated books appeared to sparkle in the eyes while we were conversing. Even RR noticed this, to which case I just mimicked Karylle’s controversial smile in The Buzz.
Seventh, there was this bar where I met the sailor Ansel. His tattooed torso haunted me such that I had to see him again in his southern hometown, where I learned that he will have to come aboard a ship in a few days’ time. I told him to watch Ploning while he sails half the world away.
Eighth, there was my Contemporary American Literature class, in which I got mesmerized by a geek of a classmate. A schoolmate confirms that he, an instructor in the same university, is a hottie among girls and gays.
And there was Puerto Galera, where I saw a lonesome soul wandering in the midst of the midnight revelry by the beach. I followed him, we conversed, and the next thing we know, we were lying (fully-clothed, okay?) in the benighted seashore, clasping each other’s hand. And then, this Swiss guy I took a picture of, with the dazzling seawater for a backdrop. I thought that my word of thanks ended our brief encounter, but he asked for my name, he smilingly confessed to be touring Southeast Asia and it seemed to me he is a lanky version of Chris Evans.
Do I hear my inner she-devil declaring, “Eat your heart out, you who got away!” while conducting a litmus test? Whether or not an asim check is subconsciously going on, I must remember my friend Arnold’s advice: “Be happy even without him.” I’m thinking of changing the pronoun reference to the third person plural. Then again, one can never calculate the insanity of love.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

bagong taong putukan sa puerto ni galema

First chance a schoolmate asked if I want to join him in spending the New Year in Puerto Galera, I readily got swayed being the kaladkarin that I am. I haven’t been to this resort town in Oriental Mindoro before, although I have sailed to the nearby towns of Calapan and Naujan in the past via friends who reside there. It’s a popular destination not only among foreigners but also among gays, and not just seasonal but all-year round, so I have to travel there to find out for myself the reason why.
Less than two hours after my blissful departure from the Batangas pier, I safely reached that strip of paradise in Mindoro Island’s northernmost tip. So this is it, I whispered to myself. From the time of my arrival up to the time I went aboard the motorized boat to return to the port en route to Manila, Puerto Galera seems to me way overrated because it appears like an ordinary fishing village except for the tourist establishments. Let me explain before you fire off unprintables: first, the only saving grace of the sand is its fineness, so it is not comparable to the white sand of the more renowned Boracay. Second, the beach is rocky, so there’s always the danger of swimmers hurting their feet. Third, seashells have become so rare that I got to accumulate a total of three pieces in my four-day stay there.
In fairness to this place so named because this former colonial capital used to be a Spanish galley port, the people are friendly, the lilting cadence of their southern Tagalog reflecting their sweetness. Whether the warmth is a touristy put-on, the trick works wonders because visitors—notably foreigners like the Middle Easterners, Caucasians, East Asians and Blacks—trickle in even at this off-peak season. This is not to mention that due to its proximity to the big city, Puerto Galera is highly accessible.
Secondly, the waterscape and the landscape are incredible. Contrary to my expectation that the exploitation of the place must have led to its pollution, the sea remains emerald-like and clear and the mountains surrounding the clean beach remain lush with trees. I just felt disappointed that it drizzled most of the time, obscuring the sparkling skyscape at night.
Thirdly, accommodation, the food and the local products are relatively cheap. Whereas the isolation of this planet could possibly breed cold-blooded monopolists, rooms are being rented at P700 to P800 at the lowest. Also, prices of vegetable, seafood and meat dishes are not as steep as may be anticipated. The healthful buttered veggie dish, for instance, is pegged at P50, while steamed rice is at P10. Souvenir shirts, meanwhile, are at an affordable range of P100 to P130 at their lowest. Wrist bands and necklaces are tagged P10 apiece, floor price. Everything may undergo price hike, however, during peak seasons like the Holy Week.
And the beach, aside from cruisy, is perfect for contemplation and waxing sentimental. One midnight, while walking topless along the coast purposed at nursing my broken heart, I heard two girls chorus “hi, boy!” The scandalized Eva Fonda had to rush off to a quieter place before transforming into Ploning. Had the girls pursued, Ploning would readily dive underwater to transfigure as Dyosa Agua (fortunately for the aborted galactic apocalypse, they didn’t). If Ploning was waiting for the offshore lover or someone else by the darkened beach lapped upon by foamy waters, I can only surmise. By the way, here are several glimpses of Puerto Galera during New Year’s Eve: before setting foot in White Beach, caucasians reading while sunbathing, the dramatic scene of the land, the sea and the sky, a familiar gay cruising area, a beauconera struts stuff with a stray dog to the tune of miss congeniality's ost "one in a million," and, ahhh, the fireworks display by the beach. happy new year!









Monday, December 29, 2008

on arendt's "what is freedom?"


Freedom is listed in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary as “the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraints in choice or action.” Since human beings are alive due to desires, constraints appear in opposition to choosing or acting on those desires. The need or impediment of not having to seek such desires is opposed by freedom, a reason why humans value freedom and dislike hindrances to freedom. Humans do not like the existence of constraints, impediments and burdens; when these are absent, there is a reason for rejoicing because they can say they are free.
This word captured Hannah Arendt’s imagination so much that she made the treatise “What is freedom?” proceeding to tackle points about it, one of which is "Courage liberates men from their worry about life for the freedom of the world. Courage is indispensable because in politics not life but the world is at stake." Her discussion of freedom finds tangents to this passage throughout her essay.
Arendt believed that freedom does not grow in the absence of restraining factors. It is a hard-shelled idea that resides in politics, that chaotic public life of people. She argued that freedom does not appear when one is left to one’s own. Instead, others are needed to criticize and judge no matter how cruelly if one must nurture individuality. Hence, this runs against the idea of fewer restraints, more liberty being held by liberal people. If freedom is to be understood in terms of being free from restraint, then it is one’s pursuing one’s desires without others interfering such a pursuit. If one is to assert one’s individuality, one should be left alone. The diverse lifestyles of people are a result of individualities being able to thrive in a tolerant atmosphere. These points caused Arendt to imply that the liberal people harboring such notions do not enjoy a true liberty.
This provides the point that somehow, there is a negative idea of liberty, true in Arendt’s argument that instead of being left alone, one must be in the company of others who will give an assessment of one, stinging if need be, in order for one’s individuality to grow paradoxically. It is not freedom from interference, for seeing the absence of restraint as the essence of freedom means interfering others do not hang around one, isolating one from public life. Since freedom is born and flourishes in politics, others’ interference is necessary, defeating the liberals’ concept of freedom as freedom from restraint.
It is enlightening to know that even among lovers of freedom, there can be those who may hold a belief that’s entirely different from those of others, such as Arendt’s belief as opposed to liberal people’s. It seems that one indeed needs to be critical about ideals like freedom for fear that one becomes blinded by this philosophy. The freedom to what one wants without others’ restraint appears as an irresponsible freedom, and in that case the “freedom from” already shifts to “freedom to,” cementing the concept that freedom is really a site of differing notions.
This point is related to the passage in that it takes away the concern of freedom from being centered on one’s life alone and refocusing it on the life of the entire world. If freedom becomes more public (thus, more political), one has encouraged oneself to get out of one’s comfort zone, mingling with others to check one another’s way of living so that they will evaluate whether the individual lives they live are socially healthy. If everybody just went on one’s way in a misguided notion that one can exist in isolation, the life of the entire world is doomed since there will be chaos soon enough, what with everyone doing one’s lot without care for or consideration of others whom one may already be violating whether consciously or unconsciously. An over-tolerant environment, as it is, generates anarchy because everyone gets to do one’s own thing without the public being able to check and balance it.
It is easy to see then that freedom is deemed by Arendt as being beyond the consideration of the will, as being interwoven in politics, breeding in a public space which Arendt defines as a “politically organized world” where one can pursue one’s individuality and where one learns freedom with one’s interaction with others. Arendt cites freedom in the action of man as being free to do such an action in that public space, an action that makes man break new grounds. It is in this public space that one is free to discuss, share and create one’s uniqueness. If man is encouraged into a groundbreaking action, man leaves his personal space and joins the public one where his individuality gets shaped by his interaction with other people. With the entire world participating in that public space interaction, the lives of people are not in danger of disintegrating due to the negative attitude of “to each his own.” Real freedom is always tied up with inter-action.
Since freedom is not exclusive to a single body, it works freely for public affairs because it is available to everybody. It must be noted that public affairs is never devoid of the inherent idea that it is a free-flowing dialogue beset with conflicts. The public space should be seen beyond the alluring image of a site of diverse and lush individualities, because it is a space where disagreements are welcomed for uniqueness in everyone to grow. Politics becomes the tool to generate solutions for an errant individuality, since one gets to be judged by others, not leaving one to judge himself because of the downright difficulty of judging oneself rightly. As it is, a twisted image of oneself can never make for a genuine freedom.
The freedom of action rests on the act and its unpredictability, that which breaks new grounds and always causes something new to the world because of the fragmented tradition. Courage is associated to the experience of freedom of action. This characteristic which can be experienced via inter-action is best seen happening in the public space. Arendt views this idea of action as the basic and characteristic manner of relating to the world. Action makes one experience freedom, create one’s own uniqueness and show the manner in which one is unique. This necessarily touches the subject of human plurality.
Arendt’s idea of freedom carries the concept that everyone has the inherent uniqueness and as visible in the public space, the world is characterized by human plurality. This way, the world is guaranteed of a sound mass of individuals who interact on a public level and in effect, are encouraged into freely cultivating their respective personalities. This many-sidedness shows that everyone has the ability to perform even the improbable, including overcoming restraints. This possibility of overcoming restraints must be realized before freedom can exist. In politics, one’s performance of the improbable is breaking grounds that did not exist as yet, and could not be known unless inferred from one’s intentions or motives. This brings to fore another idea of Arendt of freedom as an action "free from motive on one side, from its intended goal as a predictable effect on the other."
It is obvious that actions emerge from intentions and motives. Being able to transcend intentions and motives assures freedom. However, tied up to the passage in question, it cannot be done in private. This can only happen in politics where action goes beyond intentions and motives and generates the unexpected. Necessarily, acting for the benefit of a principle assures freedom, principle being tied up to the idea of politics. To be political is to participate in a self-disclosing manner in a public space. One’s self-disclosure manifests one’s willingness to grab the risk, and one has to have courage in order to do that. For Arendt, a hero is an individual whose story unfolds with him/her as focus rather than with him/her as someone who has attaained some form of greatness. Courage then is that which consists nobility because only when one takes the risks that one accepts the judgment of others for the sake of one’s cultivation of individuality. Taken collectively, one’s life is given less focus because the greater concern that’s the whole world of individualities is that which is ultimately created.
One’s simple disclosure, notwithstanding what is being disclosed, is not what it merely seems, for Arendt views this as requiring courage, given that nobody knows for certain the type of person to be disclosed or of the consequences of the disclosure. One becomes a hero not for one’s achievement but for one’s courage to expose oneself, to tell one’s story and, in effect, to be one with the world. It is this kind of risk that breaks new grounds, that creates individuality and that saves the world from the monotony of the everyday. The courage to attempt self-disclosure necessitates one’s plunging into speech and action and the success in doing so generates freedom. The more coward one is about risking disclosure, the greater the courage to be mustered, given the possibility that the reason for (the absence of) disclosure is actually shameful.
The means of disclosure, action, may only reveal who the disclosing agent is through that agent’s story. It does not matter if the person is actually heroic (therefore, inspiring) in terms of great deeds, for even cowards can be qualified to disclose. When people interact, they disclose even their sheerest humanities through their speech and actions, entailing courage in doing so. It is not limited to those who do great things that disclosure is associated, as Arendt sees the action occurring with the aim of pursuing the discloser’s worldly interest. For this interest to effect in disclosure, an audience must be present to judge and criticize the disclosure. As individuals really disclose the persons that they are, their courage in doing so makes them transcend their private space, going so far as the public space where the workshop of individualities is taking place.
The importance of public space, or of the interfering others in Arendt’s definition of freedom, is required because disclosure cannot happen without the visibility of a judging audience. Without the existence of that audience, the reactors to the disclosure, no disclosure will ever happen. This concept of freedom considers the functional work of public space as a guarantee of freedom. If privacy creates a space to hide in, public space exists where humans can relate with one another in order for participants to grow with individuality.
Individual expressions which are life’s experiments are liable to being judged publicly. The audience decides what disclosures are good and what are bad. Nonetheless, the freedom of acting one’s self-disclosure is a way of fulfilling the opportunities being opened by the world before one. With this freedom, people can participate in public, act in their public space, and shape their own destinies. The groundbreaking action is a revolution that springs something fresh, established from where that something old ends. The people’s true and sustained participation in politics is a brave unfurling of human action in fulfillment of collective freedom.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

best of 2008 book acquisitions


Following the route of revered authors Jessica Zafra and Edgar Samar, I am providing my personal list of best book acquisitions for this year (the last title I got was the Pulitzer-winning The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz of the Dominican Republic). My sole deviation is that my choices were made depending on which shelf in my private library they belong to. Also, these titles did not necessarily get published this year.
From my North American section, I have Susan Sontag’s At the Same Time: Essays and Speeches. I am overwhelmed by the contents of this title because their topics range from literary to political to cultural criticism, as may be expected from the prodigiously knowledgeable author of the groundbreaking “Notes on Camp.”
From Mesoamerica and the Caribbean section, I have Stewart Brown’s Caribbean New Wave: Contemporary Short Stories. Like other anthologies from the West Indies, this one carries themes true to the Carib experience: postcolonial struggles, local superstition and the aftermath of diaspora.
From my South American section, I have Gudie Lawaetz’ Penguin Parallel Text: Spanish Short Stories. Save for one from Spain, all stories are by Latino literary giants like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Mario Vargas Llosa, Carlos Fuentes, Julio Cortazar, among others.
From my European section, I have Michel Foucault’s The Birth of the Clinic: An Archaeology of Medical Perception. Like Susan Sontag and Jorge Luis Borges, Michel Foucault was a voracious reader, manifested in his variety of critical productions including volumes of history of sexuality, of philosophy, of literature, of psychology and of political science.
From my African section, I have Naguib Mahfouz’ Three Novels of Ancient Egypt: Khufu’s Wisdom, Rhadopis of Nubia, Thebes at War. What do I say, this Egyptian Nobel laureate sustains my interest in the mystifying Egypt of old.
From my Asian section, I have Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s The Fugitive. Even as this novel belongs to Toer’s earliest works, the brilliance is so visible that I had no doubt the Indonesian writer should really have been a winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature by virtue of his magnificent works like the Buru Quartet.
From my Pacific section, I have David Malouf’s Remembering Babylon. This Australian novel, which also figured in the Booker Prize, deals with two interrelated topics: colonialism and racism.
From my Philippine section, I have Jose Dalisay Jr.’s Soledad’s Sister. When this Man Asian-shortlisted novel was launched in UP, I had to delay my coming to class to have my copy signed by Sir Butch (shown in photo).

From the Gay section, I have Alan Hollinghurst’s The Folding Star. Ever since I came across this British gay novelist’s Booker-winning The Line of Beauty, I have found myself scouring for other masterpieces by him such as The Spell.
And from my Anthology section, I have Alberto Manguel’s Dark Arrows: Great Stories of Revenge. This book of short stories about a classic theme is an excellent source of ideas on wielding vengeance against my detractors, haha.

Friday, December 26, 2008

opinyon, pananampalataya at kalatas ng isang madre


Pinag-iba ni Gabriel Marcel ang opinyon mula sa pananampalataya dahil ang una ay paniniwala na may mahihita sa isang bagay samantalang ang pangalawa ay paniniwala sa isang bagay. Samakatuwid, ang magkaroon ng pananampalataya ay “paniniwala sa…” samantalang ang magkaroon ng opinyon ay “paniniwala na…”. Sa isang banda, ang opinyon ay isang bagay na hindi alam ng tao o hindi niya nakasanayan, kung kaya nga may pagkakataong maging palso ang basehan. Dahil sa panlabas nilang kaanyuan, ang opinyon ay pagtanggap lang na kulang sa pagmumuni. Sa kabilang banda, ang kabaliktaran ng opinyon ay may malalim na pagmumuni dahil may pagkilos sa desisyong na manatili sa paniniwala sa isang bagay anuman ang mangyari. Kaya nga, ang pananampalataya ay painiwalang may isang misteryoso at nagbabagong reyalidad. Ito ay ang paglalagay ng pananampalataya sa reyalidad na ito upang ang pagbabagong ito ay baguhin siya at ang kanyang pagiging tao.
Pananampalataya ang ipinakita ni Sister Lucia Yetruse dahil anumang trahedya ang nagyari sa kanya, patuloy siyang naniwala. May isang bagay na hindi niya inakalang karugtong pa ng pasakit niya sa mga nanggahasang mga sundalo—ang pagbubuntis—ngunit kahit na masalimuot at Malabo ang tinatahak niyang daan bilang magiging ina mula sa pagiging nobisyada, naniniwala pa rin siya sa bagay na sa Diyos lamang siya kasal. Dahil dito, naniniwala pa rin siya rito, patunay ang pakikipag-usap niya tanging sa Diyos at sa pagsuko ng lahat gaya ng nagging bokasyon niya. Sa pagdating ng matinding pagsubok sa kanya—una ang pagsamantala sa kanya at pangalawa ang pagbubunga ng pagtampalasan sa kanya—nakapagmuni siya na dapat niyang pasalamatan ang Diyos sa pagbigay nito ng pagsubok na makaisa ang iba pang mga biktima at maging tulay na kapayapaan sa pagitan ng mga nag-aaway na lahi sa kanyang bansa. Naging desisyon niyang ilaan sa Diyos anumang nangyari sa kanya at kumikilos siya rito sa pamamagitan ng pagtanggap sa pagiging ina ng magiging anak niya. Hindi man niya lubos maunawaan ang mga nagyari sa kanya, naniniwala siyang ang misteryong meron sa reyalidad ang siyang tumadhanang mangyari ang mga bagay-bagay, isang reyalidad na di hamak ang dunong sa mga oridnaryong taong tulad ni Sister Lucia. Nananampalataya siya na ang pagbabago sa buhay niya ay magbabanyuhay sa kanya at sa pagiging tao niya.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

baliuag in more ways than one

After spending my Christmas in yet again a different place, Jonison’s, I shuttled to Bulacan to bring my gifts to my relatives. I brought along Filipino-associated statement shirts to be sent off to my Canadian clan, and then left for my obligatory town-trotting across the province. I visited Baliuag because a prospect said his mother hails from there (sidelights: my ex' mother, like Barok's father, traces his origins in Malolos, and an old flame is from Hagonoy). To familiarize myself with the town plaza, I took the following pictures:



I briefly visited a friend in Pulilan, noting that another friend NiƱo spent his Christmas there (as a barrio lass with the penchant for crying while planting rice, so he claims) and a student stayed there to guard her aunt’s resort. I could visit them, I thought. However, NiƱo must have been possessed by a melancholy-induced frenzy (naba-Baliuag, in gay parlance) that he pointed me to a non-existent fastfood opposite another non-existent oil company. I ended up hiking the neighboring towns of Plaridel (where I saw a gym with coffins inside, I swear!) and Guiguinto.
On my way to Manila, Jonison informed me that he saw my ex being interviewed in the Chika Minute segment of GMA-7’s 24 Oras. I asked Marvin to confirm if he indeed figured on TV regarding the current Metro Manila Film Festival. He said yes, teasing me with “Sumisikat mula nang magkahiwalay?” Ganun pala ha. TV Patrol World, I’m ready for my interview.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

take it! take it!

ClichƩ has it that Christmas is a season of gift-giving and while I am (in)famous for giving out books in my own way of fighting illiteracy (my ex pleaded that I refrain from giving him another book until he finishes the latest), I did receive gifts that may not be books, but my social circle gave in real consideration of my unique personality.
I received a UP bag from my student Criselda after she discovered that I was still using a laptop bag that’s worn out at the handle.

Jobert also gave a bag from the American company he used to work for. When Zazu saw the bag, he was teasing that he has not seen it among the latest product lines of Gap. I threatened to hit him with it.
Meanwhile, Laura gave me a caricature of the faculty members of the obscure college I am teaching in. Such a talented young lady.

Brent and Philip’s family gifted me with a whole box of imported chocolates (attention, Miss Daisy!) because I have a sweet tooth.
So did Lor who put the chocolates inside a mug with her long message written all over the box container. She also threw in a bottle of red wine, most likely for my ex (Lor knows I don’t drink), unaware that I am single for six weeks now.

Lor’s friend Aly gave a shirt of my favorite color and right size which she scoured during her US tour.
Jel, having hunted with the help of her cousin Kevin, gave statement shirts because I always wear one. She also threw in her father’s jacket, understandably marked with the House of the Senate seal.
Rhoda gifted me with a multicolored wallet from her overseas workplace because I have been without one since I lost two late last year.

Nina gave me lots from her Asian trips, from the liquid ointment for my frequent headaches, to chocolates that offer a natural high (and, therefore, a temporary albeit excellent romantic substitute, haha), to coin purses to replace my lost wallets with, to hugging figurines that will always remind me to believe in love.
My relatives in Canada gave lots, too, from clothes that fit me (finally, they found small-sized shirts and polos!) to food (bearing in mind that I possess a voracious appetite despite my slim body).
My sophomore advisory class gave me a personalized Christmas card that truly melted my heart. That’s enough to inspire me more in teaching my students.

Finally, Tim and Ma’s family gifted me with a card containing something that makes it possible for me to travel out of town for my much-deserved break (I’m recuperating from a heartbreak), without sacrificing my own presents for my parents and other people I care about.
Other friends like Rachel, Carl, Joyce, etc. mentioned that I will receive gifts from them first chance we meet (I’m excited to get Russia’s national souvenir, matrioshka doll!). The mere fact that they had me in mind while picking an appropriate gift is a present in itself. Thank you, Happy Holidays and may the reason for our Yuletide celebration bless you for your thoughtfulness.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

sophies' waterworld

i got an early morning call from my student assistant telling that we were about to leave for the scheduled party (again!) in a clubhouse in faraway montalban, rizal, a few minutes away from the famed avilon zoo. would this be a reunion of sort? haha. three students of mine just picked up the books to be gifted to sophomore english majors and off we went. apart from the despairing incident at the bank (in which i joined a long queue of atm patrons and when my turn to withdraw came, i tried to transact five times, to no avail and to the strong protestations of the manong and manang behind me), the swimming event proceeded smoothly, with i initiating an underwater game of tag. i enjoyed the sumptuous food and the rustic landscape, sophies!:)







Monday, December 22, 2008

the lantern king

















Kneeling before Gapan’s Three Kings, I’m still,
A fervent wish from heart I supplicate;
Raring, I am beginning to fulfill
Lost promise for my life immaculate.
Once more my spirit stops its toil, I’m glad!
A lantern of sheer majesty is shown.
Cause I strove, like the Magi tracing God,
I found a mortal savior of my own!
Lo! No myrrh, gold, or frankincense I have;
Onto your feet I shall impress a kiss.
You are the king for whom I give my love
Ostensibly, so long as earth exists.
Let yourself cease the emptiness that hangs,
As only you deliver me from pangs.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

the nonstop party animal

scenes at jonison's christmas party in makati, right after partying in padi's. masayang-masaya ako. basta kasi!:)





Saturday, December 20, 2008

dancing topless atop the ledge...almost

we colleagues at the obscure college agreed to hold a christmas party at the academic affair's secretary's house but things went so favorable that we ended up spending more hours in the nearby padi's point. since i don't drink, i had no choice but to play the resident g.r.o. some guys there were interesting and one actually traded numbers with me, but the place was composed mostly of men that would remind urbanites of christmas ball goers in far-flung barrios. i had to concede to niƱo and rr, who have a thing for males of the hard labor kind. to make up for the colonial loss, i joined kenneth and jennifer in dancing on top of the ledge. i felt so confident that i wanted to peel away my shirt, but the thought of bulky bouncers hauling me out in the highway prevented me from going topless. only when the crowd went wilder over popular culture songs like those of salbakuta's and kamandag ng marikina's that we stopped wiggling to the music of rihanna. if "kabet" gets played, could "bawal na gamot" be far behind?