Archive for August, 2009

Mag-Backup Ka Ng DB (At Ibigin Mong Tunay)

Mag-Backup Ka Ng DB (At Ibigin Mong Tunay)

I got some frantic e-mails, Plurks, and Tweets yesterday because my site went down.  Not that it changed the world or anything, but some readers just went bonkers over the thought of an “internal server error.”  Theories for downtime included bad karma (hmmm…), that I’ve been hacked (woot!), and that something crazy happened with my host (at least they’re responding to problem tickets fast).  So, what happened?

To be honest, I don’t really know, but me and Gail stayed up the whole night to see what the heck was happening.  It was like tech support meets House, since we live in completely opposite ends of the Metro.  Apparently, something messed up the databases, and considering that I’m not a very high-end user of WordPress or system resources, we arrived at the possible conclusion that I’ve been hacked.  Or maybe I’ve a larger following than I thought.  Or that I’ve been hacked.  The idea of being hacked makes me happy.

Yep, this knight in distress was saved by a damsel in shining armor.  Anyway, if you know the whereabouts of that possible hacker, this size-seven boot is possibly going out on a date with that hacker’s ass.  And oh yeah, thanks for those Plurks, Tweets, and e-mails: I never really knew how much you guys cared, even if it was just for a day of downtime.

August 9, 2009 4 comments Read More
Dinner on Page Six

Dinner on Page Six

I’m sure that Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo and her stooges… I mean… Cerges… I mean, spokespeople, would downplay the whole New York Post Page Six story and play the “gossip news” card.  After all, Page Six is a section of the New York Post that talks about New York, and “no one takes it seriously.”  It’s precisely when your President finds herself in the “gossip sections” of a foreign tabloid not “taken seriously” that you kinda worry about the standing of your head of state.  Just around the five-foot mark… but really?  A million peso dinner?

RLY?  SRSLY?  OMG WTF ME WANT $$$ FOR NOMNOM NAO!  (I swear, I’ll never do that again.)

(Here’s the wine list and here’s the dinner menu.)

The sociologist Pierre Bourdieu (YES!) writes that taste is something that is not freely chosen; it is often framed and defined by those who have power.  Taste is one of the many things used by the dominant to assert their power, as well as to keep class distinctions in place.  As a friend of mine quotes: “Taste classifies, and it classifies the classifier.”

August 8, 2009 2 comments Read More
Txtwritten

Txtwritten

sumtyms kc mhrap mg-blog ng str8 english. kksawa, as if aq lng daw kc mnsan nk2intindi. prng nung college, dey said dapat dw u shud write in a way ppl cn undrstand. mxdo dw kc malalim n profound english q for sum ppl 2 undrstand. ‘write 2 express, nt 2 impress.’ so try q kya magsulat ng gani2. pra puro xpress. blog q naman eh. kya PAKYU. kkkkk.

txt kc s d language of my gener8n. araw 2x kc gener8n namin nkhrap sa celfone. we always txt kc, di n kc uso ung payfones na la2gyan mu ng barya pra mkatwag. wla n rn kc pager 2day (ano dw, easycall lol). so our mode of communic8n s txt tlga. kulang kc ung chars sa cel pra mkagwa ng buong words.

August 7, 2009 6 comments Read More
Keep The F2 Out Of EDSA

Keep The F2 Out Of EDSA

We rename our streets all too often.  Some parts of C-5, for example, are properly named after heroes: Bonny Serrano, the Katipunan, Eulogio Rodriguez Jr., Carlos P. Garcia, among other names.  There’s bound to be a thoroughfare named “Rizal” in every part of the country honoring the national hero.  Maybe road-naming is serious business in the Philippine political system, considering how much of taxpayer money goes to roads declaring Kalye Banda Diyan as What’s-His-Face Road.  The conventions of street nomenclature, as far as this country is concerned, is either an issue of dynasties or of pandering.

August 7, 2009 4 comments Read More
Massacred

Massacred

“Brouhaha” is a nonsensical word used to describe nonsense.  In the case of Carlo J. Caparas (and, by extension, Cecile Guidote-Alvarez), that word is fairly adequate.

Let’s consider these interesting bullet-points first:

  • Caparas’ defense: In a GMA-7 News report, Caparas says that he “deserves” the honor of the National Artist distinction.  Caparas, in an attempt to massacre the allegations that he does not deserve the accolade, likened his victory to a political one.
  • Apologia from a commenter: An interesting series of comments in my previous entry managed to result in some healthy debate.  You have BrianB’s apologia for Caparas, and you have CR’s criticism of Caparas.  Makes for an interesting read, really.
  • Ricky Lo’s apologetics: Ricky Lo wrote a very interesting column in the August 4 issue of The Philippine STAR where he enumerates a list of reasons why Caparas deserves the honor.  Among others, a street named after him in Pasig, and the volumes of works he collaborated with and churned out.
  • Butch Dalisay’s shoot: Butch Dalisay’s interesting counterpoint came a day earlier, where he points out that the flawed process – and by extension the selection of Caparas – should be decried on the basis that the machinations of a flawed culture are in action.  Dalisay emphasizes a very important point: that a transparent and respectable selection process should be within the bounds of taste.

Let’s keep those bullet-points in mind.

August 6, 2009 4 comments Read More
Streams of TOT from Mamserland

Streams of TOT from Mamserland

I think I’ve discovered the meaning of life in a 7-Eleven store. There will always be two less lonely people in the world. When I’m all out of potato chips, I’m so lost without it. And people are making love (love…) out of nothing but TOT.

“Good evening, Mamser, welcome to 7-Eleven!” Mamser, I thought. It was like snippets of a Kafka-esque revelation: As Marocharim went off to the store from an uneasy afternoon at work, he found himself transformed by the door into a monstrous Mamser. Then I look around the store: I’m surrounded by Mamsers. There’s the Mamser by the Slurpee machine, the Mamser getting hotdog sandwiches, the Mamser guzzling a bottle of Cobra on the way out the store. There was nothing different, and there was nothing strange.

“JENNYTOT!” I heard someone shout from the other end of the store. “JENNYTOT ANO GUSTO MO, POTATO CHIPS O TORTILLOS?”

“YUFFIETOT!” came the reply. “KUNIN MO NA LANG POTATO CHIPS, YUNG GREEN YUFFIETOT YUNG GREEN!”

August 6, 2009 2 comments Read More