This evening, after dinner, my mom asked me to buy rice from a carinderia (a small, home-based eatery) down the street.  Our dog had to be fed, and sometimes my mom feels wasteful giving our dog the fair-trade organic red rice, or something, so she asked me to buy a single serving of white rice to feed Choco with, instead.  Choco should be ( Read more... )

I realized that Philippine jeepneys are objects that depend so highly on chance to be productive.  Basically, you have all these jeepneys on one run, for example, the one that goes from Commonwealth to Quiapo.  And each of them depends on a person who shows up on an opportune street corner at an opportune time of the day, and by some stroke of ( Read more... )

This is my problem with ideology.

It is a kind of power, especially when introduced to seeking, (often) young minds who are so desperate for something to believe in or to be critical with or to deplore.  I imagine what charisma can do with blunt reason and a vivid metaphor.  Something deadly, perhaps; something explosive.  Package all this in a suit ( Read more... )