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Glittertext

Glittertext

When I was in Literature class, and when I was in a lit workshop, they told me the meanings should arise naturally.  They didn’t tell me the text was supposed to and .  I guess I’ll never understand the ways of the youth today, who insist that words should and .  Do they have to do this all the time?

My brain cells.  They burn.

I was channel-surfing and found myself staring at the television text chat channel.  I was looking for [O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] and ~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~.  It looked like Romeo and Juliet, or West Side Story, with the plot twists of New Jack City and Scarface.

The soundtrack was a horrible mishmash of old Aerosmith songs synched to Final Fantasy clips, and novelty karaoke songs.

The dialogue was fun, though.

[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] :cno pw3d3 mak1-s3x jan? TXT me at
09441434469
09441434469
09441436969
09441436969
TXT lng no CALL NO GAYS PLS

The text messages kept scrolling… and scrolling, and scrolling…

~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ : h3lLuR p0wH pA-aDd-P0Wh aQ s FRIENDSTER
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
aDd nY0H p0wH m3 TnX p0wH

The grand eyeball (GEB) of the LONELYHEARTZ Clan:

Beer.

Booze.

Bands.

LONELYHEARTZ.

[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] and ~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ always came home late after that.

[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] :cno pw3d3 mak1-s3x jan? TXT me at
09441434469
09441434469
09441436969

School was out, family was even more out, and the only thing that mattered was the LONELYHEARTZ Clan.

09441436969
TXT lng no CALL NO GAYS PLS

They came home late.  They came home even later.  They came home only in the morning, after their parents and families knocked on doors and rang on bells at the dead of night, looking for them.

Grades dropped, dinners were forgotten.

Yet it didn’t solve it all.  T-Pain remixes were long gone.  Only in cheap MP3 player giveaways at the call center Christmas raffle were they heard from, or from fast-food restaurant muzak at noon.

The heartz ceased to be lonely.

~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ : h3lLuR p0wH pA-aDd-P0Wh aQ s FRIENDSTER
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com

The heartz ceased to be lonely.

lHoN3lYh3ArT@yahoo.com
aDd nY0H p0wH m3 TnX p0wH

~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ sat on the sofa, looking at her phone.  The TV was on.  The same channel, the same songs, the same tracks.  No more gangstas, just emos.

The last , and the last , reminded ~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ that at least here, the world didn’t  and , did not  and .  There were diapers to change, milk bottles to be filled, and dreams to be remembered and missed.

There is nothing in the world but youth, Lord Henry tells Dorian Gray, but didn’t grow out of the fiction to tell that to

[O/G]GANGSTA_187[\m/] : never heard from again

or

~♥bHaYb33_lH0n3lYh3ArT♥~ : and the baby in her arms.

POSTSCRIPT: Experimental, and perhaps even annoying, and definitely not good.  Burnination is serious business, and I swear to all that’s good and holy this is the last time I’ll use glittertext.  But everything here is based on a true story.  - Marocharim

July 20, 2009 5 comments Read More
Last Order to an Ex-Gay (?) Penguin

Last Order to an Ex-Gay (?) Penguin

I love weird news.

I personally think it’s anthropocentric to call penguins or other animals gay just because of a same-sex relationship.  Sexuality, as we know it and practice it, is a social construct; society, in its strictest sense, is not something animals are not capable of constructing.  When faced with news like this, though, you have an inner sense of personal Schadenfreude. I can bend the rules a bit.

The Philippine Daily Inquirer, of all places, ran a story on a gay penguin couple in San Francisco.  When Harry met Pepper, they fell in love.  They lived together for six years, holding each other’s wings, waddling side by side by the rocks, engaging in friendly fishing trips by the man-made lake.  Yet last Friday, Harry moved in with the recently-widowed female penguin Linda, leaving his ex-partner-for-life alone, betrayed, and so un-fabulous.

Of course, the anti-homosexual Christian folks are saying that nature prefers heterosexual relationships.  I don’t know what’s weirder: gay penguins, or people talking about how nature prefers homosexual relationships but cites the same preference for animal cannibalism.  Or the kind of homophobia that comes with obsessing yourself with “faggot.”  In French, that would be fagot, or “bundle of sticks.”

Let me speak (by that I mean write) here in terms of personal experience: almost every girl I have been associated with in a romantic sense has had a lesbian phase.  Three months after I broke up with my ex (who always happened to have a penguin doll… this is so made of LOL), she had a long-term relationship with a lesbian partner.  I’ve had a long-standing MU with another girl once, and she had a relationship with another girl.  I’ve had many gay friends who had relationships with people of the opposite sex.

I’m sure that Linda and Harry will find happiness together, like the people I know, but we all knew what happened in Brokeback Mountain: Ennis and Jack always had a fishing trip.  Pepper may wish he knew how to quit Harry, but then again, there isn’t a shortage of possibly homosexual penguins out there.  You never know.  All you have to do is look around.

The last order to an ex-gay penguin named Harry will probably be that he’ll grow to love Linda, but will always have a special place in his heart for Pepper.  Not every human – or penguin – love story has a happy ending, but everything does fall into place.

It’s not because of gayness or anything like that, but because such is the way of the heart… be it human or penguin.

July 19, 2009 2 comments Read More
Cargo Cult Commentary

Cargo Cult Commentary

In “Cargo Cult Blogging,” I discussed some passing thoughts about blogging controversy from the lens of what Richard Feynman called “cargo cult science.” My call/appeal/free advice, echoing Feynman, is for bloggers and “new media practicioners” (whatever people want to call themselves these days) to “bend over backwards,” in the sense that even blog entries should be responsible and well-researched.  Today, I’d like to share some passing thoughts on one aspect of cargo cult blogging, the pink elephant in the room: political commentary.

Cargo cultists do not build a working airplane and place it on a proper runway.  Instead, they build a dummy plane (with tree trunks for a fuselage and branches for propellers) on a runway made from a jungle clearing lit with torches.  The same is true, at least in a metaphorical sense, about “cargo cult commentary:” instead of emulating the commentary, it imitates it.  You have all the elements of imitation in what seems to be a complete package, and the result will still be imitation.  The plane will not take off, the planes will not land, and the prophecy of cargo (in this case social change) will not be fulfilled.

On the road/race/journey to 2010, even the most “apolitical” people start to share their political opinions.  Moreso for the politically-inclined, who begin to become even more political in their discussions.  In the realm of blogging (or citizen journalism, whatever you want to call it), blog posts or even entire blogs can become dedicated entirely to political discussions.

While I think that’s a great service to the public regardless of how many readers you have, it can be a great disservice if you do it haphazardly.  Do we emulate the commentary, or do we imitate it?  Do we engage in punditry, or do we engage in pedantry?  Do we write, or do we rant?

To invoke Feynman, this brings me to a very important feature of “cargo cult commentary:” it says nothing.  It gives the appearance of a resolution or the appeal of intelligence and wisdom, and it can definitely land an impression to those who read it.  Yet the real problem lies in whether or not such an opinion translates to real action, and whether such a real action results in an actual, discernible effect in society.

While it’s easy to allow an issue in the blogosphere to snowball, it will remain an imitation of an attempt to social change if it does not translate to the real world.  Rather than take an active role in engaging issues from the front line, cargo cult commentary is heckling from the sidelines.  Those on the race on the road to 2010 can merely shut off their responses to cargo cult commentary and go on along the way, with a message or rant not making a landing at all.

Yet these are passing thoughts: “free advice” from a guy who has written his own fair share of cargo cult commentaries over the past few years.  On the road/race/journey/whatchamacallit to 2010, the call, again, is to bend over backwards.  It’s one thing to stand by what you write, but it’s also very important to exercise care and judgment on the topic when you’re writing it.  It’s not about credentials or names, nor is it an exercise in provocation, but it’s about simple things like reading the paper, watching the news, and critically engaging social issues by being an active participant in society.  To move out of the sidelines, and into the front lines.  To cease becoming a stereotypical commentator, and be an active citizen.

After all, the world doesn’t end or begin with blogs.

July 19, 2009 0 comments Read More
Confessions of Måröchárîm II: The Road to 2028

Confessions of Måröchárîm II: The Road to 2028

alter_ego_wallHmmm… fuzzy.

My name is Måröchárîm, and I am declaring my intention to intend to run for the Presidency of the Republic of the Philippines in 2028.  The gloves are off, the race is on.  Yes, you heard me right: I am declaring an intention of an intention to run in 2028.

The bulk of you are fixated with 2010, so obsessed with it, that you don’t look beyond.  The 2010 elections – and all elections that precede 2028 – are merely transitional governments that will lay the foundation of a new Filipino order.  A foundation based on justice, fairness, and freedom.

But you don’t want that.  You have heard that from just about every presidential aspirant from 2010 and back, and 2010 and beyond-a-little-under-2028.  Where’s your justice?  Where’s your fairness?  Where’s your freedom?  The Presidency has been trivialized.  Criticized.  Circumcised.  Castrated.  Spayed and neutered.  In 2028, I am going to deliver what this Presidency needs: balls.

I am going to carry the balls of this country and dribble along the fastbreak of economic progress.  A crossover into a politics of offense and defense.  We will take shots from the line, and lay it up from the inside, and if need be, we will dunk the balls of the Presidency right smack to the goals of our nation.

I am a man with a plan.  And every man has to have balls.

When I win the Presidency in 2028, my focus is on nutrition.  I will put sin taxes on instant noodles, bromate-filled pandesal, and other unhealthy foods that have been force-fed to our people just because that’s what they can afford.  No more processed foods for my people.  I will level every redundant eyesore of a mall, and replace it with a community farm so that people will be able to grow their own food at very little cost.

When I win the Presidency in 2028, my focus is on employment.  I am going to evict abusive tech support industries in this country because my people are not being worth chained to headphones and inhumane protocols.  I am going to distribute the budget in such a way that we have enough to form a vehicle industry, an agriculture industry, and other national industries vital to the growth of our country.  My government refuses to pay a single centavo of debt owed to the World Bank did not benefit from.

When I win the Presidency in 2028, my focus is on education.  Everyone’s going to go to school for free.  The national industries producing income and revenue for our country will pay for salaries of teachers, and classrooms and tools for students.  College will be mandatory.  We will encourage healthy dialogue and criticism in classrooms: no class session will be held in a lecture hall, and no onerous fees will be charged to any student under the watch of the Department of Education, which I will personally run.

The Måröchárîm Administration is going to put a stop to the injustices of people making anti-drug legislation just because they never tried it, or just because they are moralists about it.  The Måröchárîm Administration will take the first step to legalize medical marijuana in the Philippines.

The Måröchárîm Administration is going to put a stop to Church meddling in affairs that define an individual’s right to free and informed choice.  The Måröchárîm Administration will take the first step to legalize abortion in the Philippines.  The Måröchárîm Administration will take the first step to legalize divorce in the Philippines.

The Måröchárîm Administration will take the first step to make corruption and incompetence in the discharge of Government duties a crime punishable by garrote.  More that that, the Måröchárîm Administration will sponsor free pornography for the people.

And why is that?  Balls, ladies and gentlemen.  Balls!

Postscript: Marocharim was imprisoned by his reified alter-ego, Måröchárîm, in a concealed cell after Marocharim saw a trail of Snickers and Butterfinger bars leading to a place filled with free crane games.  Marocharim managed to escape, attacked Måröchárîm with a nuclear bunny rabbit, and the world is safe from that diacritically-named maniac  for now.

July 18, 2009 2 comments Read More
No Crossing

No Crossing

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If you don’t believe in glass ceilings, you must believe in handrails blocking a perfectly good pedestrian lane.

It’s not that life’s in Ortigas Center, but life’s like Ortigas Center.  I don’t have to get it.  Somewhere in the grand scheme of urban planning, it makes perfect sense to paint fresh lines for a pedestrian lane just across Holiday Inn, while blocking it with this handrail project that has been going on for months now.  It’s the way things are.

Methinks that as you grow older, you develop an immunity – even an appreciation – for the way things are.  You start to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the errors and mistakes of the world, and the guilt-trips don’t happen at all.  If they do, the instances are just temporary and fleeting.

Oh sure, the way things should be is grand.  You hit a certain age, and then you start to develop theories and ideals about how the world should work.  That air of jadedness is shattered, and for the next few weeks or months or even years, you draw upon your life’s experience to point out what’s incorrect, what should be done…

And then you realize that you’re only doing this to compensate for your own past.

After passing by this strange pedestrian lane for the nth time, I realized I’ve had enough.  I’ve had enough of the way things are, the way things are supposed to be, and I’ll be damned if I’ll wait for years to write an apologia for a pedestrian lane, much less the rest of my life.

I could have done what everyone else was doing.  I could have walked to the proper pedestrian lane along Robinson’s Galleria, but I didn’t.  I made a run for it, vaulted over the handrail, and ran along the blocked pedestrian lane to the surprised looks of onlookers.  No police officers, no security guards.  It wasn’t Parkour, but it wasn’t everyone else’s pedestrian lane, either.

Just me, a blocked pedestrian lane, a handrail, and the way things are.  When confronted with those things – or just the way things are – you just do things your way.

July 18, 2009 2 comments Read More
Saigo No Iiwake (GMA’s One and Only)

Saigo No Iiwake (GMA’s One and Only)

When you bring up rhetoric like “popularity does not equal performance,” as Manila Rep. Bienvenido Abante says, it just goes to show that you’re very aware of the numbers.  Yet like every sour-graping loser in a reality show, you’ll make up excuses about losing.  Or, as the Japanese singer Hideaki Tokunaga puts it, the saigo no iiwake: the last excuse, after some excuses.  In other words, the penultimate excuse.

I take it that Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo and her staunchest allies and supporters hate surveys.  They’re not ignoring the President’s very low popularity ratings: I think they just hate them.   After all, Rep. Abante did paraphrase Fidel Castro’s infamous quote by saying, “History will be kinder to PGMA and one day she’ll be appreciated.”

If the Administration criticizes those who oppose them for their choice of criticisms, I question its choice of defenders.  Every State of the Nation Address during the GMA’s regime-masquerading-as-a-Presidential-term came in the form of statistics: PowerPoint slides that detail her achievements and paths to progress by the numbers.   The numbers that they prepare themselves come the SONA are the numbers they are prepared to accept.  These are numbers that warrant the applause of Representatives, Senators, allies and supporters who are also as thrilled by the number of applause-breaks their President gets during her speech.

Yet when faced with an alarmingly low -31-point net satisfaction rating from surveys, they choose to shrug it off as “not always accurately reflective.”   For an Administration whose best presentations of achievements and progress have always been presented through numbers and statistics, statements like that simply do not compute.

A twisted sense of history comes with a Presidency that does not commit itself with the problems of the here-and-now, but is glossing and obsessing itself with legacies in textbooks.   If history textbooks are to prove anything, history is far more cruel to leaders past.   You have leaders like Hitler, Mussolini, and Ceaucescu who have never been forgiven by textbook authors, and even greats like Alexander, Caesar, and Suharto have been damned in more ways than one by historians.   History is much kinder to the leaders who address the problems of the present, aided with great understanding and foresight to the future, like Lincoln, de Gaulle, and Churchill.

If the “legacy SONA” 10 days from now is a clear indication of anything, it’s not that “popularity does not equal performance,” but that the lead-up to it is a desperate bid by GMA and her cohorts to become popular.  Nowhere in the history of Presidents past have we seen such an image-driven campaign of a President to lick the wounds of low popularity ratings by showing off her scabs.  Her portrait is on every Government project, and almost every Government agency has attempted to create those “GMA” acronyms to show their loyalty – or subjugation – to the President.   It’s a kind of obsessive logic that while popularity does not equal performance, your own performance seeks itself to be popular.   In the face of your own people disliking you, you shove yourself deeper into their throats.  You burn into their eyes, reach their minds, and make sure you do not forget Gloria.

If there’s any one group of people who have shown themselves to be the most avid fans of surveys and ratings numbers, it’s GMA and her cohorts.

The saigo no iiwake of GMA is not the assertion of the errors of statistical method: they know all too well, based on their own experiences, that statistics prove very little.  The last excuse, after some excuses thrown over close to eight years of incompetent rule, is the kindness of history.   The last excuse is to play the clairvoyant soothsayer, and cross one’s fingers that they would not pay their dues – as Dante put it – in the fourth pit of Hell.

July 17, 2009 0 comments Read More