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April 30, 2004

Menudo Being Revived

Gotta catch that plane at 7:30 Why haven't you come to say goodbye Time is running out and I'm still waiting I'm so lost without you, I could die Yesterday you said you loved me Everything seemed to be fine Today you're not here, I'm so lonely It's the waiting that's driving me out of my mind

You bet it is! Read here.

April 29, 2004

Nick Joaquin, 1917-2004

Along with F Sionil Jose, NVM Gonzalez, Bienvenido Santos and Jose Garcia Villa, Joaquin's voice is as important to his generation as it is masterful for all to come. That voice was hushed today. Goodbye, Blackbird.

to celebrate not a death but the family here having one of its final stops, here it continues where it stops.

Here is Alfred Yuson's obituary for Joaquin, to be published on today's Philippine Star. Thanks to my brother.

For THE PHILIPPINE STAR obit report on Nick Joaquin’s demise (April 30,
2004):

The Passing of An Era: Nick Joaquin, 1917-2004

By Alfred A. Yuson

Foremost Philippine writer and National Artist for Literature Nick
Joaquin passed away early yesterday morning at his home in San Juan, Metro
Manila. He would have turned 87 on May 4.

As a poet, short story writer, novelist, playwright, essayist, historian,
journalist, editor and biographer, Joaquin has been the supreme exemplar
for Filipino writers, as much as he was a beacon, an inspiration, and a
literary father to several generations of writers since he served as
literary editor in the Philippines Free Press magazine in the 1950s and
1960s.

Nicomedes Joaquin was born on May 4, 1917 in Paco, Manila, to Salome
Marquez, a public school teacher, and Leocadio Joaquin, a colonel in the
Philippine Revolution of 1896. According to literary critic and historian
Gémino H. Abad, Leocadio Joaquin became “a prominent lawyer in the
American era; and the businessman who first turned Herran Street into the
commercial hub of Paco.”

“Onching” Joaquin was only 13 when his father passed away. He quit school
after three years at Mapa High, and taught himself in his father’s
library. At 26, he wrote the essay “La Naval de Manila” which won a
contest at UST, where, again per Abad, “for his literary achievements, he
was conferred the A.A. (Associate in Arts) certificate.”

In the book The National Artists of the Philippines (CCP, NCCA, Anvil,
1998), Marra Pl. Lanot recounts that “The Philippines Free Press citation
for the best short story went to (Joaquin’s) ‘Summer Solstice’ in 1945,
(and) to ‘Guardia de Honor’ in 1949.”

Joaquin aspired for the priesthood, and UST awarded him a scholarship in
1949 to St. Albert’s College at the Dominican monastery in Hong Kong. But
he stayed there for only a year, and upon his return joined the
Philippines Free Press in 1950, starting out as a proofreader. Soon he was
being acclaimed for his poems, stories and plays, as well as for his
journalism under the pseudonym Quijano de Manila.

Lanot writes: “As Quijano (the name is an anagram of Joaquin), he would
be found at the scene of a crime, in a court battle, on the trail of a
visiting dignitary, in a concert hall, in the middle of a political rally,
in a boxing ring, anywhere he could hear, see and smell first-hand the
subject of his article.”

In 1952, Joaquin’s landmark book, Prose and Poems, was published by
Manila Graphic House, with an Introduction by Teodoro M. Locsin. It
included his three-act play, A Portrait of the Artist as Filipino (An
Elegy in Three Scenes), which first appeared in Weekly Women’s Magazine
earlier that year. Since its first production at the Aurora Gardens in
Intramuros in 1955, Portrait… (subsequently translated into Filipino,
initially for a long-running PETA production in 1969) has become the most
celebrated and most frequently staged play written by a Filipino.

Among the early honors Joaquin gained were: Most Outstanding Young Man in
Literature in 1955; the Republic Cultural Heritage Award in 1961; and the
City of Manila’s Patnubay ng Sining at Kalinangan Award in 1964.

Joaquin’s first novel, The Woman Who Had Two Navels, was written on a
Harper Publishing Company fellowship awarded in 1957, which took him to
the United States and Mexico. The book was published in 1962, and won the
first Harry Stonehill Novel Award.

Nick Joaquin was declared a National Artist in 1976. The Ramon Magsaysay
Award for journalism, literature and creative communication was conferred
on Joaquin in 1996 “… for exploring the mysteries of the Filipino body and
soul in sixty inspired years as a writer.” The Philippine Star columnist
Alejandro Roces, himself a National Artist for Literature, commented at
the time that “it was Nick Joaquin who was doing the Ramon Magsaysay
Awards an honor, and not the other way around,” according to Lanot.

In recent years, Joaquin took to writing commissioned biographies, among
these The Aquinos of Tarlac; Jaime Ongpin The Enigma: A Profile of a
Filipino as Manager; Mr. FEU: The Culture Hero That was Nicanor Reyes;
Nineteenth Century Manila: The World of Damian Domingo; and La Orosa: The
Dance-drama That is Leonor Goquinco.

Among his latest titles were Rizal in Saga; Palacio de Malacañan: 200
Years of a Ruling House; and Madame Excelsis: Historying Gloria Macapagal
Arroyo.

On March 10 this year, new editions of two of his out-of-print titles,
the essay collection Culture as History and his second novel, Caves and
Shadows, were launched by Anvil Publishing at the CCP. There Joaquin last
spoke publicly, in characteristic jest, before retiring to his favorite
Ermita bar with fellow writer Gregorio Brillantes and his business manager
and confidante Billy Lacaba.

Joaquin was known to be working on a biography of a business tycoon before
his demise, which his countless admirers have begun to acknowledge as “the
passing of an era.”

A special mass was held yesterday at 6 p.m. at the Funeraria Paz on
Araneta Avenue, followed by cremation. The wake begins this evening at the
Santuario de San Antonio at Forbes Park, while special necrological rites
for the National Artist are expected to be conducted soon at the Cultural
Center of the Philippines, before the interment of the great writer at the
Libingan ng Mga Bayani.

April 27, 2004

Student Killed: A Fine Example of Horrible Journalism

From the PDI, no less:

Student killed after concert project of Vilma Santos Posted: 10:52 PM (Manila Time) | Apr. 27, 2004 By Mei Magsino Inquirer News Service

SAN JOSE, Batangas -- A college student who watched a band concert in Lipa's Plaza Independencia on Thursday night was killed on his way home from the concert, a project of Lipa City Mayor Vilma Santos.

San Jose police said Rey Vallenas, 17, a second year Associate Computer Technology student of Lipa City Public College was with six of his classmates when they boarded a jeepney bound for Cuenca, Batangas, at about 11 p.m. Thursday night.

But the jeepney driver then shouted that his brakes were not working. The vehicle was already near the Pinagtung-Ulan bridge in this town when the jeepney swerved and Vallenas shouted to his classmates that they should jump out of the jeepney.

Vallenas, who was sitting beside the driver, jumped out, but his leg was caught. He also didn't see that the jeepney that was already out of control was going toward him. His chest was crushed when the jeepney ran over him. He died at the Mary Mediatrix Medical Center in Lipa City.

Ghastly. Now, how on this blessed earth is Rey's death connected in any way to Vilma Santos other than through your mind-bending extrapolation. Let's see, Vilma caused the brakes to stop working? Besides the real story here is: how come the students of Lipa City Public College were required to attend this politcal rally? Now that's twisted.

Electionchatter, Part 4

Lito Lapid (in Tagalog):

I only finished high school. What I have learned in school is insufficient. I have never read a book in my life. What I have done... I want to do in the Senate.

William Martinez, Crackhead

Crazy that, of all the celebrities on crack, this washed out Bagets actor still gets press coverage. Of course, crazy like that gets noticed here in BV.

Possession of drug paraphernalia such as a glass tube (commonly known as a "tooter") is punishable by a maximum four-year jail term.

The item was allegedly found in Martinez's possession during routine inspection at the domestic airport last Saturday.

What if he was using it as a fat separator?

Two New Law & Orders and CSI's

Great news from NBC and CBS (and Jerry Orbach isn't leaving after all):

The fourth "Law & Order" entry will be known as "Law & Order: Trial By Jury," and will star Jerry Orbach, who's spent 12 years portraying Detective Lennie Briscoe on the mother ship.

"CSI: New York," the third in that series, has two well-known actors as centerpieces: Melina Kanakaredes of "Providence" and Gary Sinise.

I hardly watch L&O, except maybe the original one. Same goes with CSI (I think Horatio needs medication; and that whole thing with his sister-in-law?). But a NY one with Gary Sinise, now, that's something worth watching. And apparently Dick Wolf is writing for the new L&O series. What we need now is for Aaron Sorkin to return to The West Wing.

April 26, 2004

Michigan to Allow Health Workers to Deny Service on Moral, Ethical, Religious Grounds

Better not get a sore throat in Michigan.

The Conscientious Objector Policy Act would allow health care providers to assert their objection within 24 hours of when they receive notice of a patient or procedure with which they don't agree. However, it would prohibit emergency treatment to be refused.

Opponents of the bills said they're worried they would allow providers to refuse service for any reason. For example, they said an emergency medical technicians could refuse to answer a call from the residence of gay couple because they don't approve of homosexuality.

April 23, 2004

Mixtape: My 30 Favorite New Wave Songs

I've been inspired to visit my New Wave roots by my brother's recent entry on Seona Dancing (hey, we did a cover of "More to Lose" for our prom!) and so I've dug up, sought out, pinged, pushed and "found more sources" for songs pushed so far back in my subconscious that I had to sing them out loud to remember their titles.

What I got with them were flashbacks of high school, our dinky Sharp (not Sony) mono radio cassette player, a pile of cassette tapes and 45 RPM Extended Remixes, and working like a safecracker to manually tune into XB and NU from Los Banos. These favorites, in alphabetical order, may have sometimes lacked sophistication, or have even been a tad bit camp at the time, but they offered me the fondest memories and the most unforgettable hooks of my formative years. After all, I liked them when I was 13. (At least I didn't get into David Benoit and Kenny G).

My definition of New Wave, by the way, were tunes from any bands or acts played in XB or NU during the 80's and early 90's that were seldom played anywhere else. Sorry, no downloadables.

1. "Transfer Affection" A Flock of Seagulls
2. "Deep and Wide" Aztec Camera
3. "Stay" The Blue Nile
4. "She Sells Sanctuary" The Cult
5. "In Between Days" The Cure

6. . "A Little Respect" Erasure
7. "Heaven (Must Be There)" Eurogliders
8. "All Together Now" The Farm
9. "(Feels Like) Heaven" Fiction Factory
10. "Postcards from Paradise" Flesh for Lulu

11. "The Distance Between Us" Fra Lippo Lippi
12. "State of Art" Friends Again
13. "Someday" Glass Tiger
14. "Last Supper" Howard Jones
15. "Head On" The Jesus and Mary Chain

16. "Jennifer She Said" Lloyd Cole
17. "The First Picture of You" The Lotus Eaters
18. "Hands Across The Sea" Modern English
19. "Everyday is Like Sunday" Morrissey
20. "1963" New Order

21. "From Across the Kitchen Table" The Pale Fountains
22. "Gigantic" Pixies
23. "Appetite" Prefab Sprout
24. "The Ghost in You" Psychedlic Furs
25. "She's So Young" The Pursuit of Happiness

26. "Girlfriend in a Coma" The Smiths
27. "Round and Round" Spandau Ballet
28. "Here's Where the Story Ends" The Sundays
29. "Whirlpool Heart" The Wild Swans
30. "The Last Perfect Thing" Wire Train

Oh, and of course, "More to Lose" Seona Dancing.

April 22, 2004

Jollijeep

And now it has come to pass, that this term, slang for jeepneys curbed along any Makati street serving hot food and soda in a plastic bag, has entered the annals of our vocabulary along with "jologs" and "cheapistication": Jollijeep is a marketing phenomenon, and no doubt we will soon hear about a cease and desist order from Jollibee.

Worship Jollijeep, for the cheap, HAACP-breaking, roadside cuisine that has saved many a low wage earner from starving over his lunchbreak. Worship those who have taken Jollijeep to the next level. Worship the banana cue and toron drenched in cooking oil and suffocating in "cellophane". Worship the standardization of this culinary sensation that, along with the shampoo in a sachet, ranks high among the best Filipino innovations of the modern age.

Other countries may have foodtrucks, but none sell ice buko, without the "d".

April 21, 2004

Sicat Sheds Light on The Economy After Elections (Pun Intended)

Gerardo Sicat, Professor Emeritus at UP's School of Economics, writes lengthily and somewhat confusingly about the Philippine economy's future, and says that if we don't pay our taxes, lower labor costs, change parts of the constitution, and stop making babies, we're screwed. No detailed solutions offered either, but he has some insightful, if not cheeky, commentary on the two leading presidential candidates.

When [GMA] assumed the presidency, she said, she wanted simply to be a good president, not a great president.

That is a low ambition. What the Philippines needs today is a great president with a clear vision to make up for some disastrous presidencies in the past.

Gloria Runs Government Via Text

GMA today admits she uses text -- SMS -- messages to "run the government". She admits she sometimes even gets reports from the National Security Council, yes, reports on matters of national security, through SMS; for more important matters, she takes them via voice calls.

Does she ever get those Great Text Hoaxes of the past century? Like the one about the dead Pope, or the one about Craig David coming to Manila?

Bananaguard

Never too late to innovate! Presenting Bananaguard.

I'm really into Skyhigh Blue, if you ask me. Quick question: what if you're packing "latundan" bananas?

April 19, 2004

Electionchatter, Part 3

There are 20 days left.
There will not be a united opposition.
There will not be a united opposition.
There will not be a united opposition.
There will not be a united opposition.
There will not be a united opposition.
There will not be a united opposition.
There will not be a united opposition.

Identity Theft Comes to Manila

The PDI reports that ID theft is on the rise in Manila. While the report has anecdotal evidence, it does pay to guard from ID theft.

In 2002, more than a whopping one billion pesos' worth of credit card transactions the branch of warehouse club operator PriceSmart Inc. on Congressional Avenue in Quezon City proved to be fraudulent. For months, hapless shoppers had to ditch their groceries upon learning the store suddenly wouldn't accept Visa credit cards.

I've known a few who've lost a significant sum from ID theft, and something this important shouldn't have been left to be written by some hack.

An informal survey among professionals show they are alarmed at the high incidence of identity theft in the US, but surprisingly they still have a false sense of security that this is not going to happen in the Philippines because "we are not yet as sophisticated."

Wake up, people. Remember the love bug virus, the crippling worm released in the wild in 2000 that caused businesses worldwide billions of dollars in damages? A 24-year-old Filipino college dropout was supposed to have created it.

What the HELL does that have to do with it? Anyway, we digress. Get a shredder. Btw, the easiest way to get your credit card number stolen is over the web. Paypal or bust.

April 18, 2004

Rape Cases Up

Sad news, although it could be inflated by a slightly positive event: the simple possibility that more people are reporting rape cases now than before. Regardless:

The number of rape cases reported nationwide hit 3,084 last year, up by 492 cases or about 20 percent from the 2,592 listed by the police in 2002, according to a pro-life lawmaker.

Citing PNP figures, Rep. Joseph Santiago (NPC, Catanduanes) said an average of nearly nine rape cases were reported each day last year, compared to seven incidents daily in 2002.

"What we have here is solid statistical confirmation that fear of the death penalty has not served to discourage rape or other crimes for that matter," Santiago, a crusader against capital punishment, said.

Imelda

In a documentary, there is always hope for answers. Compared with the average American viewer, I, a so-called Martial Law Baby, would have more foreknowledge of Imelda Marcos, and so I had kept my expectations for learning something new lower. After all, what could this documentary -- journalistic but not investigative in my view -- possibly do to peel off the layers of conspiracy, manipulation and greed that cover the truth behind all their misgivings?

Alas, it is exactly that expectation I have to tame: this is about Imelda and not about finding the missing billions. And Diaz lets her subject shine through very clearly. The truth that we do know now more than ever before is that Imelda is a bonafide whack job.

I say it again: as with anything about the Marcoses, there is the nearly overwhelming desire for the long-awaited confessions, apologies, acts of contrition. After all, they were the Marcoses. And Imelda was certainly more than just a fascinating subject as far as Filipinos are concerned.

But the way Diaz offered up Imelda was exactly how it would have been, I imagine, if we were invited to her Leyte retreat, judiciously interspersed with select footage and newsreels from the day she became Muse of Manila to the day she left Malacanang. Seeing Imelda disarm you with her elegance, then recall her days as the First Lady and Governor of Manila, as a diplomat brokering a ceasefire with Khaddafi, and reveal her vulnerability as she melts into tears while looking at her dead unburied husband. It was all too candid, maybe too sympathetic.

Yet it is exactly what Imelda wants one to think of her: that she is this beautiful butterfly. That she is, excuse me, Imeldific. The star of her people. Diaz tames these episodes with nuggets from Marcos detractors as well as never before seen footage of their personal belongings as they entered Hawaii. There she was, saying all she could pick up were diapers and milk (and leaving behind all the money stashed under her bed), then suddenly boxes were opened with neatly stacked cakes of cash in different denominations, tiaras, icons, art, and "jewelry galore".

One of the most defining moment -- eerie still in the fact that Imelda must have agreed to it -- is the "pahangin" of all her present-day gowns outside her beachfront house presumably in Leyte. One by one, well-dressed maids took finely-beaded gowns off their hangers and slung them over the bannisters. And to each one, the camera allowed you enough time to appreciate each garment.

And the camera took its time as well with Imelda, many times waiting to see whether she would suddenly burst into laughter after, say, denying they had political detainees, or denying they had left dozens buried in the Film Center. Or, even after saying there was nothing to gain from having Ninoy killed.

In fact, the answer "Imelda" offers best is this: there are no answers at all. At least not from Imelda. When you are done rolling your eyes from her Seven Portals picturegrams (kudos to Imelda for namechecking our favorite OS, Apple's Mac OS) you realize that this woman has become so gut-wrenchingly self-absorbed, there is clearly no way to tell the truth from the lies. Her belief and understanding of her world, strange as it seems for us, is true to her. After all, this is Imelda's world we are now in.

Everything is personal about her, they say. She may be a shrewd politician, but what does it take to succeed in Philippine politics anyway? Well, you need to be a "rockstar" and, according to Diaz who was there to answer questions after the screening, Imelda is a "like a rockstar". Anywhere she goes, people know she's coming. And people will stand by the roadside to catch a glimpse of their "star". More fodder to feed her delusions, I suppose.

In its entirety, the documentary does leave a perplexing issue: something a Martial Law Baby will take for granted, but an average American viewer might miss. When you see footage of present-day Imelda, looming large with her maids in her plush apartments and mansions, getting priests to kiss HER hand and say mass in her name, and getting bumrushed for photo ops, you ask: how popular is Imelda now in the Philippines? One member of the audience asked: "Isn't there a part of the Philippine population that sees all of this as wrong?"

Diaz answers (something like): "Of course, of course. Only in the provinces, in Marcos country, is she popular. If you go outside those areas, she is disliked."

Leaving her mansion was like seeing her in her element. In Marcos country. I'm happy to be back on the outside. With or without answers.

April 13, 2004

Electionchatter, Part 2

In the spirit of equal media access rights, here's something from a Bulletproof Vest reader to chew on for those following the local local elections:

yang si joey marquez lang nagawa sa pque yan kundi mag nakaw ng magnakaw.imagine they used to rent their house in tahanan ngayon kanila na pati katabing bahay kanya na dun. how about that ayala alabang house?the flat in Fort Bonifacio?e ung McDonalds ni alma sa kabihasnan?e langya panay nakaw yang ginawa nyan.mamatay na yan at masunog sa impyerno

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Hand and Arm: What Did I Tell You?

Grrrr.

FORMER president Joseph Estrada asked the Sandiganbayan anti-graft court on Tuesday to allow him to celebrate his birthday in his rest house near his detention cell at a military camp in Rizal province, GMA Network radio station dzBB said in its report.

The report quoted a petition Estrada lawyer Noel Malaya filed at the court's special division as saying that it would be more practical for the former leader to accept visitors at his rest house on April 19 than at Camp Capinpin in Tanay town to avoid security problems.

And, he's also asking for permission to go to his resthouse periodically for "therapy". What is this?!? A 3rd-grade classroom? "Ma'am, may I go out?" It's a detention cell, and he's in there under suspicion of a crime. Leave him in there until he fesses up.

April 08, 2004

Electionchatter, Part 1

Jose Maria Sison and the rest of the Communist Party of the Philippines and the New People's Army are not only remnants of the past century and the inadvertent product of Marcos' dictatorship, they have lost sight of their original ideals (though once thought noble and purposeful) and are now just a bunch of irrelevant ragtag hateful fugitives and extortionists with itchy trigger fingers who steal rice, hogs and useless column inches.

They once was a relevant cause: agrarian reform, justice, and hope for the most impoverished. Now, they are part of the little boils on the butt of our nation.

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Filipino Time

Well, most of us know what "Filipino Time" means: our notion that time is "soft" so arriving 45 minutes late is all right because it's culturally acceptable. It's all right, yes, other than the fact that it's still 45 minutes late.

An article in the NYer from James Surowiecki talks about "Ecuadoran Time", not dissimilar from our own sense of Filipino time. Ecuador too is no different from the Philippines in culture, politics and in its economies.

There are a few important things to learn about Ecuador's campaign to get everyone to become punctual -- even it's President is notorious, notes Surowiecki, for being late -- among those: a national movement ot synchronize watches. Although novel, it is fascinating in its simplicity; an awareness that everyone else is running on the same minute does improve the chances of one coming in on time. I do remember, in a previous workplace, everyone synchronizing their watches to our Bundie clock.

And also, it's economic fact:

According to one study, chronic lateness costs Ecuador $2.5 billion a year—hardly small change in a country with a gross domestic product of just twenty-four billion dollars. The fundamental challenge for a modern economy is to coördinate the actions of millions of independent people so that goods may be produced and services delivered as efficiently as possible.

In the 5 years I've worked in Manila, traffic aside, I've noticed that, when it comes to punching in at 9 AM, for every chronic latecomer, there are three who arrive on time and two who arrive earlier. That's really not that bad. But try organizing a children's party, a meeting or a wedding, and those ratios turn around pretty quick. I've always, almost instinctively, excuse those latecomers in my mind: they had a hard time getting here or traffic was really bad. Then, I go on to say something I heard in ROTC, of all places, as they drilled every cadet on punctuality at 7 AM on a Saturday:

If you come early, you're wasting your time. If you come late, you're wasting our time. So come on time.

Such campy wisdom can only come from your Batallion Commander, yes? At any rate, NYer offers an explanation:

The social psychologist Robert Levine, who has devoted decades to studying people’s ideas about time, suggests that cultures can be divided into those which live on “event time,” where events are allowed to dictate people’s schedules, and those which live on “clock time,” where people’s schedules dictate events. Unsurprisingly, countries that live on clock time are more successful economically—if perhaps less fun at night—than those which do not. In part, that’s because attitudes toward time tend to pervade nearly every aspect of a culture.

Then I think about all those Filipinos who are here in the U.S. They essentially live on two timezones (excuse all the nightshift nurses out there who still say they're on "Filipino Time"): the one timezone is the American timezone, which means Monday to Friday. Always on time. Not wasting anyone's time.

But as soon as the weekend rolls in, you can't really get them to come in on time. Things just naturally -- culturally? -- slow down. An event may happen, and who knows if and when they'll be part of it. Often, these events are those organized by Filipinos for Filipinos. They warp from American Time to Filipino Time. (My ex-boss back in Manila will flee at that thought. He's British.). I am, of course, guilty of the same.

At what time, hence, will we Filipinos get off Filipino Time for good? It reflects a lot, if I may extrapolate, on our consciousness of ourselves as a nation of Filipinos. When we ask, where are we going, we know where, seldom do we know how, but no one has an idea when. There certainly is that prevailing sense of not having a long-term plan, which in turn does not allow us to process and schedule the present and time ourselves well. What happens, it seems, happens. There are certain Christian underpinnings, but on Holy Thursday, I'll skip that.

I guess when we start viewing minutes as a commodity, like those of us working in the city (and those of us who have seen "Run, Lola, Run"), we become more punctual. That's why in Makati, like in Japan and in Times Square (emphasis on Time) people walk fast (not the tourists) and most transactions are quick. Jump over to Quezon City, the heart of our government, and you see people melting away the hours, if you see anyone at all. There are legacies of inadequacy (manual typewriters) and mediocracy -- all hallmarks that, if a poor sense of time dictates on culture, then our government is one big siesta. No wonder so many people want in! And, when Ramos was President, he'd start work at 4 AM; and, that idea that the president is out there pounding the pavement 5 hours before you do just gets you going in the morning.

And, as the economists Kaushik Basu and Jorgen Weibull have pointed out, in a country where everyone is always late, it becomes rational to be late. There’s no point in getting to a meeting on time if no one is going to be there. Tardiness feeds on itself, creating a vicious cycle of mañana, mañana .

Again, what to do for a country that's always late? If there is a good prescription for Ecuador, we have hope:

What Ecuador really has to overcome is the idea that culture is destiny, that showing up late is just what Ecuadorans do. In the past two decades, great attention has been paid to the economic significance of cultural predispositions—to the role, for example, of trust and risk-aversion in the old Soviet-bloc countries’ fitful attempts to adapt to capitalism. Culture, we have discovered, matters more than many bondholders wish it did. But it is not immutable. In Western Europe and the United States, people once had to learn to become punctual, too. At the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, factory owners applied enormous effort (and plenty of coercion) just to get workers to show up on the right day, let alone at the right hour.

I believe the less we tolerate tardiness, which starts at home and in school, then the faster we get out of our rut and become a "clock time" culture. If only the fact that the PBA games start on time, there is much hope yet for Filipinos on Filipino time. In the meantime, yet another nugget of ROTC wisdom:

Even a busted clock is right twice a day.

Fitting to end with a quote from the article I'm reacting to:

We are constantly being told, about social norms in places like the Middle East, “That’s just the way it is.” Perhaps. But by taking on tardiness Ecuador’s citizens are telling us something else: culture is what you do, not who you are. It’s about time, too.
April 06, 2004

Easter Break

The Sandiganbayan has allowed Erap to go on Easter Break too.

"Let's give him [Estrada] what he wants so he can overcome the bitterness in his heart," said Chief Special Prosecutor Dennis Villa-Ignacio.

Given that he has 4 days to reflect on Christ's sacrifice in his newly-refurbished, airconditioned vacation estate, I humbly recommend this itinerary that will overcome the bitterness in his heart:

Day 1

5:00 AM - Wake up; Unassisted squats sets of 4x8 to improve knee ailment
5:15 AM - Leg adduction and abduction exercises
5:30 AM - Pray for the country and the eternal repose of his soul
6:00 AM - Breakfast of oatmeal, 12 grain bread, and half a grapefruit to improve heart ailment
7:00 AM - Read the Gospel of Matthew
12:00 PM - (Hey, he's a slow reader) Lunch of steamed tilapia and brown rice
1:00 PM - Watch The Passion of the Christ
3:00 PM - Watch The Passion of the Christ
5:00 PM - Afternoon swim: 12 laps for every Station of The Cross
6:30 PM - Bath and Exfoliation (ask someone else to do it for you)
7:30 PM - Dinner of steamed brocolli, carrots and asparagus with corn on the cob. No butter! He gets a Slim Fast milkshake if he's been a good boy.
8:30 PM - Pray for the country and the eternal repose of his soul
9:00 PM - Call Mom and Jinggoy. Tell them you are sorry. Apologize for everything.
9:30 PM - Crank call Teofisto Guingona
10:00 PM - Lights Out

Day 2 (Good Friday)

Same as above except:

7:00 AM - Read the Gospel of John
7:30 PM - Dinner of tomatoes, salted eggs and rice. No milkshakes.
9:30 PM - Crank call Orly Mercado and Ping Lacson.

Day 3

Same as Day 1 except:

7:00 AM - Read Revelations. Make sure that he reflects on Hell.
1:00 PM - Mock Death Row walk to practice in case of eventuality. Use chains for authenticity.
2:00 PM - Practice singing baritone for "Hallejujah Chorus" (Singing for prison guards on Day 4).
5:00 PM - Afternoon swim reduced to 8 laps but with 12 pushups at the end of each lap.
7:30 PM - Dinner of vegetable lumpia and a slice of key lime pie. Slip in a laxative.
9:30 PM - Crank call Frank Drilon.

Day 4 (Easter)

Same as Day 1 except:

7:00 AM - Read Revelations. Reflect on Hell again.
1:00 PM - Practice singing
2:00 PM - Return to Camp Capinpin and host an Easter Suaree for all the Guards (like you do every week) but this time, sing the Hallejujah Chorus instead of "My Way". Make sure Jinggoy is invited
3:30 PM - Watch The Passion of the Christ
7:00 PM - Back to cell.

Terrorist Target List

In a time where the U.S. is in turmoil over what their government knew and did not know about the events surrounding 911, could it possibly take a page out of our government's own policy with counter-terrorism intelligence? Frankly, I'm shocked and awed (pun intended) with the release of this so-called "strategic targets" that the PNP confiscated from Alhamser Manatad Limbong (aka Kosovo), an Abu Sayyaf explosives expert. The list contained:

these targets in no specific order of importance: the US and Israeli embassies, the buildings housing the Senate and House of Representatives, the Philippine Stock Exchange, the Manila Electric Co. facilities, the Sual power plant in Pangasinan province, the oil depot in Manila's Pandacan district, telecommunications facilities, and gas stations.

Seriously, that would have been a lot of TNT. And I believe we have the vigilance and the sleuthing of the PNP to thank for. In the spirit of true terrorism, there were civilian targets as well:

Also listed, according to Delfin, were: Eastwood City in Libis, SM, Rustan's, Gotesco and Robinson's shopping malls, Glorietta, Makati Cinema Square, Harrison Plaza, The Landmark, Star Mall and Star Mart, Araneta Coliseum, Philsports Arena, Cuneta Astrodome, casinos and bars in the Mabini area in Manila.

Sadly, the PNP had to add that the PICC, the CCP and the MRT were not on the list of targets, just to make sure the public doesn't panic too much. What does publcizing this list do other than galvanize insecurity and send jitters down the markets? Indeed, a win over ASG is a point or two for GMA in the midst of a heated campaign. Meanwhile, business is troubled, investors are leaving, and parents can't send their kids to school.

But that's all business as usual in Manila.

April 03, 2004

Tigger Fondles Breast, Has Dyslexia, Gets Arrested

Too weird to pass off on. Wait til you hear what Pooh has to say -- he's the one going around without any underpants.

April 02, 2004

You Give A Hand, They Take An Arm

Now Erap wants to visit his vacation house, conveniently located across the street from his detention camp, for two hours a day everyday due to the severe heat and an irregular water supply in his cell.

Let me see, let's just bring him the water to where he is, shall we? More concessions, more feet-kissing, more back-at-yous. His lawyer even had the chutzpah to say that it's a:

simple matter of human rights of the former President. In Sweden and Switzerland, even ordinary prisoners get supplies of clean towels and bed sheets everyday.

No, duh.

Maybe he takes baths instead of showers? And it takes him two hours to do that?