Soon after I got Michael I found myself quite addicted to biking, despite riding in the midst of one of the most busiest metropolises in the world.
Until one day I decided to bike down EDSA, a busy throughway that delivers 500,000 people a day to work and school, and that’s just on a train that runs along the middle of it. Check out a video of just a short stretch of it while I was on my bike.
Everyone meet Michael, named after Michael Jackson and George Michael, two musicians whose music is the best in the world and universe!
We met at a bike shop called Bzcleta in Quezon City. Michael is a Panasonic, made in the mid-90’s in Japan. I never knew Panasonic also made bikes!
I haven’t been riding lately due to the rains making riding on slick wheel tires a bit dangerous, but I just got new ones with some nice tread on them. Meantime I’ll be posting photos from previous rides. Stay tuned!
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August 18, 2012. That date marked the first time I called the shots for breaking news. The plane boarded by the DILG chief was missing, and that was basically all we knew. Somehow we managed to stretch our coverage for hours — coverage that would later stretch for days.
We later took a break to prepare for a more organized newscast. I thanked the skeletal team who were with me at the control room that Saturday, grateful that they worked tirelessly even though we were undermanned. I promised I’d treat them to boxes of pizza once Jesse Robredo is found alive. Madali lang tuparin yan, I told myself, confident and hopeful that the Secretary survived.
August 21, 2012. It’s been three days since the plane went off the radar, yet I still hoped against hope I could break the news that Jesse Robredo is alive.
Denial had to stop at some point.
I had a show related to elections ready for airing that Tuesday night. When the unspeakable fear became a fact, I knew I had to scrap the whole lineup and produce a tribute instead. Thankfully, my awesome anchor Lynda Jumilla and my equally awesome coordinator Romeo Cruz were thinking of the same thing.
With the blessing of our boss, the one-night-only show ANC PRESENTS: REMEMBERING JESSE was born.
Sure, I didn’t break the news that he was alive. Sure, there were no pizzas to be shared. But for one hour that Tuesday night, along with his friends and colleagues, we told the world his story. For an hour that Tuesday night, he was alive.
One of the greatest printmakers from the Philippines. Attend if you can!
[image is from the e-mail sent to me; text from invitation below]
#wip-ped up several variations of logos the past two weeks. Conditions were: it must have yellow, portray biodiversity, and show the concept of “leaving a legacy.” The biggest one in the center is going through final approval whoo hoo!!!
I’ve seen a good number of logos for nonprofits and causes, and when I saw this one, I was really just so amazed by it. The colours, the message, the uniqueness of it captivate me. Maybe I’m biased - because the maker is a good friend, and because it’s about biodiversity - but it’s been a while since a logo for a cause has truly delighted me! Great work, filipeanut!
I truly do wonder sometimes if any of my 4,500++ followers actually read anything on this tumblr. But I suppose whether anyone reads this or not was never the point of all this. This started on my journey of coming home, and now that I am home, it is with me in exploring, knowing, and living home. I was reminded the other day that this space used to be called “Notes from Home.” I can’t bother myself too much with what to call this space anymore, so it’s just been Pilipinas.
Anyway, living outside of Manila has been so wonderful in terms of all the greenery and nature and trees and grass, that I am beginning to fear this place becoming more like Manila as time passes. I still look forward to my trips to Manila - for work, for seeing family and friends, for visiting Fully Booked or any other store that we don’t have here. But Manila has become too crowded for me, too congested. Manila has become, in my head, a huge block of concrete; almost suffocating when I think about the traffic and the lack of trees everywhere. Perhaps urban planners for Manila should seriously consider bringing back forests in the Metro (yes, forests - although I don’t know if we actually have space anywhere there), co-existing with nature instead of destroying it to build even more buildings and manicured lawns. That’s also something I’ve come to appreciate here: wild, untouched nature growing on its own. There is such a substantial difference between a park that’s been made to be ‘green’ and a forest that is naturally what it is: all shades of green and full of life.
Just the other night, my daughter and I heard an OWL - yes, a real, live OWL - hoot right outside our window. Right. Outside. Our. Room. Our eyes widened and we had the biggest smiles in awe of the sound of such a creature. My husband, on the other hand, actually SAW an owl hovering near our house. Are these encounters even imaginable in Manila? I highly doubt it.
I wonder if it is possible to make Manila more naturally green, with more wildlife, fresher air. I wonder.
The more equal a society, the greater the trust. And it is not just a question of income; where people have similar lives and similar prospects, it is likely that what we might call their ‘moral’ outlook is also shared. This makes it easier to institute radical departures in public policy. In complex or divided societies, the chances are that a minority - or even a majority - will be forced to concede, often against its will. This makes collective policymaking contentious and favors a minimalist approach to social reform: better to do nothing than to divide people for and against a controversial project.
The absence of trust is clearly inimical to a well-run society. The great Jane Jacobs noted as much with respect to the very practical business of urban life and the maintenance of cleanliness and civility on city streets. If we don’t trust each other, our towns will look horrible and be nasty places to live. Moreover, she observed, you cannot institutionalize trust. Once corroded, it is virtually impossible to restore. And it needs care and nurturing by the community - collectivity - since with the bet of intentions no one person can make others trust him and be trusted in return."
The beautiful woman of the duo behind The Funnelogy Channel was my roommate in an international school in Hong Kong for two years. She is currently travelling for a whole year and documenting it in their blog. Read her powerful account about women in Iran.
Because, topical. Far far too topical.(via iwriteasiwrite)