Archive for September, 2009

Blogging/Journalism

Blogging/Journalism

I don’t think of myself as a “fence-sitter” on many things, but I’m in the interesting position of being a blogger in one part of my life, and a journalist in my past life, a blogger today, and (hopefully) a journalist again in the future.  While I don’t know everything there is to know about journalism or blogging, I think that my own experiences – and whatever I have learned here in the seminar-workshop held by the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism – can properly frame what I think of blogging and journalism.

The differences exist between both channels of communication, but rather than make the two forms different, I’m inclined to use the operative word “as.”  Or “is.”  Or because I can’t make up my mind yet, perhaps a slash mark in between.

For the longest time, many of us have fallen into the trap of thinking that blogging and journalism are two different things that threaten each other’s existence, or compromise each field’s reason for existing.  It has always been a relationship of watching the watchdog, breathing down each other’s necks, and the relationship has always been by-and-large an antagonistic one.  Traditional media has every reason to dislike bloggers for changing the media landscape from a firm foothold to a precarious position.  Bloggers have every reason to dislike traditional media because of their lapses and a culture of individuality in the blogosphere.

The way I see it, blogging and journalism need not take the character of a binary opposition.  Whatever conflict – real or invented – is only the result of a failure of either side to adapt to the changing dynamics of mass media.  The demand lifts off from the very pages of Darwinian thinking: adapt, or perish.

September 12, 2009 2 comments Read More
Silly Shootin’ Subic Stuff and Seminars

Silly Shootin’ Subic Stuff and Seminars

Why I like workshops: nameplates.

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Yeah, I’m Michael Scofield with all them paper cranes.  Time for some bad photos from a lazybones traveller.

September 10, 2009 4 comments Read More
Mechanical Animals

Mechanical Animals

NSFW.  Go away.

September 10, 2009 5 comments Read More
It Just Got Me Thinking…

It Just Got Me Thinking…

It just got me thinking along these lines.  You know, if he:

Ninoy Aquino, could be him:

Paul Atreides (a.k.a. Kwisatz Haderach a.k.a. Paul Muad’Dib) then he:

Noynoy Aquino, could be him:

Leto II Atreides, the God Emperor of Dune.

Kwisatz Haderach?  See, reality is always a step ahead of logic.

More on this if I could find the time.

September 9, 2009 0 comments Read More
Proving Ground

Proving Ground

After a weekend retreat, Noynoy Aquino decided to make a historical announcement – on 9/9/09, of all dates – and announced his Presidential bid.  The test of Aquino’s mettle is not in declaring his candidacy today, but the months ahead leading to the elections on May 10, 2010.  Noynoy will have to go through the crucible of the campaign trail; a much more difficult and taxing gauntlet than what he went through in 2007.  From here, Noynoy Aquino.  Over there, we don’t know yet.  It’s a long road ahead to 2010, and that’s what campaigns are for.  We don’t test the mettle of someone’s “presidentiability” just because they declared it.  To say that would be to bank on nothing more than prejudice until you reach your polling precinct.

At the risk of stating the obvious, I’ll say it anyway: the test is not Aquino’s name, the memory of his parents, or handing the flag of the Liberal Party to him on a silver platter.  Like a Virgil (yeah, I just had to say that), the proof is on Noynoy Aquino.  The proof is his campaign.

Which is what makes democracy so good.

September 9, 2009 0 comments Read More
Maria Watches Over Us

Maria Watches Over Us

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When I was a kid, the image of Mother Mary was everywhere.  There were the statues of Mary, the amulets and chaplets bearing the image of the Mother of Jesus, right down to the calendars of the Virgin Madonna.  No shred of blaspheming or shard of atheism was to be taken at home, where prayers were in earnest and religious rituals were observed with the piety of living saints.  Whatever CDs and MP3s I had of Mercyful Fate or Marilyn Manson had to be played with earphones or the lowest possible volume on my radio.

Somehow I couldn’t escape the sight of Mama Mary, even though the “watchful eyes” I was taught to fear and revere were inanimate prints on a picture, or carefully-made relief on a sculpture.  Every eighth day of September, the statue of Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception was brought from the Church to our house, where the pious neighbors murmured the Mysteries of the Rosary over the watchful yet reverent gaze of my grandmother.

It was that gaze: the feeling of being watched.

September 8, 2009 1 comment Read More