25 March 2016

For Belgium, the Philippines, and a Better Job...

Time for my Good Friday ritual... showcasing the land of my ancestors!

Ruben Enaje has done this for the 30th year in a row now. This was the guy who lamented a bit having to do this last year (his 29th) for lack of a successor. But now, he's doing this for Belgium. And, because he's Filipino (and you know how we are), he has other reasons...


Enaje, a sign painter, says he also prayed for peaceful Philippine presidential elections this year and a better job.
Mabuhay ng Pilipinas, muh'fuckers!

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15 March 2016

Rise! (Again.)

If you look closely, you can see my energy level.

Let me start by saying this isn't a "Poor Me" post. But sometimes a little whining is therapeutic.

I was knocked out for a week with laboratory confirmed Flu A. One of the clinicians I work with told me that people who've said they've had the flu and miss work for a couple of days really haven't had the flu. I'm starting to think that's true because as I think back, it seems to me that I haven't been sick like that in a long, long time. I'm pretty sure I was delirious the first night.

Anyway, I got better but damn if it wasn't the exact wrong week to miss work. It was a week of project deliverables, most of which made it in. But some didn't, and still haven't. So the week I came back (last week) was catch-up week, and I don't mind telling you it was a harder fight than surviving the flu. I'm still chipping away at it, even as I'm processing this week's work.

Thing is, all this happened about a week after Boskone, at a time when I just felt I'd recaptured a sense of urgency about my writing. I'm not talking "inspiration to write." I'm talking about a feeling of something I could harness, aside from my own willpower, to leverage myself out of the writing slump I've been in for a couple of years. (Yes, I'm in a slump, despite an upcoming publication.)

But it's hard having to constantly climb out of a pit, and that's kind of where I am right now. Not ready to give up or anything, not by a damn sight. Not even as I still feel some lingering effects of something-or-other (shortness of breath, a cough that still hasn't gone away, near constant malaise and fatigue). My boss (who's a registered nurse by training) finally chided me enough to give my doctor a call tomorrow.

And, so begins yet another climb back up.


01 March 2016

Quickie Review: HENERAL LUNA (2015)

I don't know enough about the history to have a good picture of what the real Antonio Luna was like. I do know that the Luna depicted in the film is every hard-ass Filipino I've ever known from the generation before mine. Jovial one minute, borderline abusive the next, before going right back to jovial. I suppose in a lot of ways, HENERAL LUNA is more about the Filipino mindset in general, with the way it portrays the good, bad, and ugly of just about every Filipino peccadillo I've ever known. Take "the ties that bind" for instance, and all the ways that loyalty to family, the barangay, the province interfered with things like nation-building. "It's easier for the earth to meet the sky," Luna says in the film, "than for two Filipinos to agree on anything!"

Really though, it's pretty even-handed and definitely far from self-hating, from the way we romanticize memories of home and hearth, to the way a loving mother starts a conversation with her grown son with a smack to the mouth, to the universal Filipino response to someone with a competing interest, no matter how compelling: "Who do you think you are?"

The dramatis personae is huge and the film did its best to keep the characters straight, and to highlight and summarize historical events with small text blocks, almost like a graphic novel. But I think its still struggled with its scope. Still, HENERAL LUNA'S strength is in its depiction of the people. You may not like everyone in the film, but it's very possible to feel sympathy for all of them. Well, except for maybe Emilio Aguinaldo -- but then, that's always been the case with ol' Magdalo.