Headlines too balanced and rosy even for the Manila Bulletin

The Manila Bulletin has the unfortunate reputation of being the Administration’s mouth piece. Its focus on delivering good news — There’s good news here! — is admirable though at times borders on the ridiculous. And when it is forced to deliver bad news, it does its best to balance it out with some silver lining. My friend Arghs and I were brainstorming over these the other day. Here are some. The last is my favorite; it’s just so dumb.

Up next? The Philippine Daily Inquirer. They’re the opposite — always bringing out the worst, or highlighting the best as long as it’s as far away from GMA as possible. Their sarcasm and anti-government agenda would be funny if they aren’t being read, but unfortunately that’s not the case.

What’s with all the Facebook groups?

I’ve noticed that my students have been joining a lot of Facebook groups recently. It’s become the new trend actually, and I wonder what lies at the heart of it.

Here’s an example of the groups ONE person joined:

  • Saying “What?” and then immediately realising what they’ve just said
  • It Sounded Funnier In My Head
  • ”Im Angry At You Stop Making Me Laugh”
  • PAREF KIDS, I PROMISE MYSELF TO STUDY IN 10 MINUTES BUT I END UP NOT STUDYING AT ALL.
  • I believe the word ‘studying’ was derived from the words ‘students dying’
  • We Used To Talk For Hours On End And Now It’s Like We Never Knew Each Other
  • If 1,170,000 People Join, My Girlfriend Will Marry Me!
  • Remember back in the day before Facebook when we all had a life
  • COCKROACHES = the enemy
  • I Hate The Little Triangle That Is Never Wiped By The Windscreen Wiper
  • she’s my best friend, break her heart and i’ll break your face
  • Re-reading txt messages to make myself feel happy again
  • I love the smell when an aircon gets turned on
  • I enjoy pushing in the buttons on the lids of McDonalds cups
  • No Matter How Hot It Is, I Cant Sleep Unless A Lil Bit Of Blanket Is On Me
  • You get excited over a friend request, it turns out to be someone shit
  • I SAID DON’T TELL!! SO WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE KNOW!?!?
  • It blew my mind to know “Jackson” from Hannah Montana is 30 years old
  • I Use my Cell Phone to See in the Dark
  • In 2013 I will watch 2012 and laugh
  • How is Mr. Krab’s daughter a Whale?
  • I Delete the whole Password when i type a Single letter Wrong
  • We Condemn The Maguindanao Massacre & Demand Justice For The Victims
  • You’re online and i want to talk to you, BUT im not saying hi first
  • Don’t complain about grading 140 essays over the weekend, you assigned it
  • Petition for Alex Esguerra to make a Facebook Account
  • I save song title’s in my phone as drafts so that I can download them later
  • FLINCHING IN BED COZ YOU HAD A DREAM YOU WERE FALLING
  • After Joining Hundreds Of Groups, I Realise That I Appreciate A Lot In Life

I can’t help but find all of this amusing, of course. Cute even. But hence the paradox of the Internet age: You are connected to everyone but you are a part of nothing. Think about that for a moment.

There is no question that one function technology has for the younger members of the net generation is to seek out people who share their interests and aspirations. Fostering a sense of belonging is important; receiving affirmation even more so.

Having said that, I am tempted to conduct a little social experiment. I’ll put up some groups and see which ones garner the most members. Here are some ideas –

What Makes Our Generation Different? (My piece on CDLS 2009)

During a panel discussion with William Bissell in CDLS 2009, we teachers were given the chance to grab the mic and ask a question. I look for speakers with style and grace, but more importantly consistency and honesty. The first two criteria draw me in, the second two make me think. Bissell satisfied both sets, so I couldn’t resist asking him about his most fundamental assertion.

He prefaced his talk on success in the global age by saying that all our assumptions about the world we live in are wrong. Among these assumptions are that economic growth is determined solely by GDP growth, that the sovereign nation state is the basic unit of international affairs, that education can be measured quantitatively, that a strong military guarantees security, and that we must constantly consume to keep the economy running.

He warns us that these outdated ideas may blind us to the new realities. He then relates a story about a Soviet school he visited during the height of the Cold War.

During a forum not too different from CDLS, Soviet students, teachers, and leaders all spoke about the coming of an even more glorious communist age. Not a single one of them spoke of a coming collapse of communism, Bissell recalled. Then the Berlin Wall fell the next year.

It was an anecdote designed to compel us to pay attention to the signs of the times. Thus he put forth his new ideas — that humanity can share in universal human values, our world is independent, and the mechanical world view is about to come to an end.

I agree with him, but I couldn’t help but ask — What makes us different from the Soviets who failed to foresee the coming of their collapse?

I find that the CDLS topics basically spoke of a new globalism where the demands are for people to move beyond their traditional parochial borders and think more globally. Only through that can we solve the collective global problems of climate change, terrorism, and redefining a new global economy. But what makes us different from the Soviets? That remains my question.

Bissell spoke from the gut, expressing a deep belief that he has gone around India and the world and has indeed seen that the world is indeed changing. He then rattled off a bullet list of anecdotes, but he failed to really build on his main insight.

But here is my answer — look at this picture:


CDLS 2009 was not just a meeting of minds, but of hearts. The delegates were student leaders and aspiring agents of change from different parts of the world. They exchanged ideas and stories about their countries, but they even more importantly exchanged names, phone numbers, and stories about weird teachers and crazy vacations.

For ten days, these young men and women realized that whether they be from the United States or the Philippines, India or China, they are more similar than they have been made to think. Indeed, they are citizens of one world.

A student from Pakistan couldn’t have put it better. During a more candid forum, he spoke up and expressed his thanks to the Modern School in this way –

I realize now that the partisanship between India and Pakistan remains at the level of politicians. But when it gets down to real people and real relationships, there is no difference. Our values, our hearts are the same.

There are many ways to define our difference from the Soviet students, teachers, and experts Bissell met in the past. Here’s how I put it.

One. That we can even speak of the past in such terms means that we are aware of our responsibility to the future. We know we can’t precisely foresee what will happen, but we can temper our expectations and learn from the mistakes of the past.

Two. Unlike the 1980′s when the rivalry between the USSR and the USA resulted in a lot of breast-beating and partisanship, the globe is not compelled by such divisive forces anymore. This is not to say nothing divides us. Terrorism, poverty, climate change, border conflicts, and economic interdependence can still generate wide debates. But the more we argue, the more we underscore the fact that we are all connected.

And hence, three — we are now aware of each other. From the democratization and openness created by the Internet to the forums and exchanges such as CDLS, there is a profound sense that we are not alone. We are indeed awakening in a new era of global consciousness that can potentially transform how the world works.

However, I am under no illusion that the opposite pull is just as strong. It would be difficult and a tad inappropriate to ask a family who can barely have three meals a day to look beyond themselves and contribute to the wider world. Ask that of the young children inflicted with AIDS in Kenya. Ask that of the families who live in the unstable regions from Afghanistan to the Gaza Strip. Globalization definitely has its discontents.

Yet now more than ever, there is a sense that there are genuine global solutions to the most devastating problems. Being too parochial can shut us off from the rest of the world, thus leaving us blind to the very possibilities that may lift us from the local quagmires we face each day.

Keeping an eye on what can happen next is the challenge of our young leaders, and I am glad to have met them in CDLS 2009. This is a challenge they take not with hubris, but with humility. That is what makes our generation different; that is what will set them apart.

War of the Worlds

Last November 14, we teacher chaperones for CDLS ’09 were treated to a compelling and thought-provoking talk by educationist and leadership guru, Debashis Chatterjee.

However I have lost my notes. Most of these are built on the very ideas he triggered in me. It wasn’t too difficult to follow him. He was actually quite Daoist.

Chatterjee touched on many things, but what really captivated me were his assumptions about reality. We are essentially beings of two worlds, he would say — the systems world and the human world.

The systems world is mechanical, fixed, efficient. It is premised on the very idea that there must be an order in the universe, and so we build our cities, our roads, bridges, and buildings. We establish governments, contest ideologies, and wage wars for the sake of peace. The systems world is what we have created to regulate human existence.

The human world on the other hand, defies order. It is premised not on ideas, but on actions. It thrives on spontaneity, spirit, and creativity. The human world is also about the relationships we form and the choices we make. And since it cannot be contained — our bodies are mere vessels of this creative font — we can be like that tree which breaks through the wall.

I believe that the tension between these two forces characterizes what thinkers often call post-modernism, a mode of thinking that is disturbed by fixed, standardized conventions and hence attempts to surpass or reshape them.

I can also say that I’ve been feeling a lot of post-modern angst lately. Unlike modern angst which is all about trying to fit in and finding one’s place in The System, I find The System woefully inadequate for me to achieve true enlightenment and fulfillment.

Perhaps, take all this pretentiousness as some fancy way of putting that I am seriously contemplating a career change if not for the [false] sense of security that this job seems to offer. Either way, I am determined not to be contained.

Not anymore.

Postscript –

This TED talk by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of Eat, Pray, Love, redefines creativity in the post-modern age. Treat yourself to this.

Quick notes on Philippine politics

I’ve been out of it for quite a while, but here are some of my takes.

  • I am currently an independent. I have not made up my mind on who to support or vote for. I am still looking for better politicians, but I am given to the fact that I won’t see any this election cycle.
  • It used to be Noynoy, but I’ve fallen off that bandwagon way, way back. He finally lost me with that atrocious ad. Redemption can be made by being clear with a platform and taking firmer rein of the Liberal Party. That remains to be seen.
  • I am becoming very interested in how Gibo Teodoro will run his campaign. How he distances himself from GMA will define him as a candidate and politician.
  • I still don’t trust Manny Villar. Never will, never have. Loren Legarda has lost all credibility.
  • Chiz Escudero has floundered and made so many bad political decisions. It is unfortunate. Despite my mockery of him, I am very open to seeing him grow as a politician. I hope he becomes someone I can vote for in 2016. If he ran for the VP as an independent, I could possibly vote for him.
  • Erap Estrada is a non-issue as far as I am concerned.
  • No candidate has a monopoly of good or evil. They’re all politicians and they’ll say what they have to say. Those who framed the coming elections as one between good and evil can take off their rose-colored lenses now.
  • Political turncoatism is absolutely shameful. We need to reform our party system post haste.
  • Will the elections be judged on issues or personality? In the end it all boils down to character.
  • I suspect that the coming presidential race will be at most a three-way race.
  • I hope to see some real presidential debates this time.
  • It will be interesting to see how many take away from the Obama playbook.
  • Good move by the Left to break away from the NP. I was about to write a comment on their hypocrisy. (Well, look at what I just did!)

More soon. I don’t expect our elections to be of the same caliber as the US 2008 national elections, but they’re bound to be even more entertaining.

The Mystery Box (a prelude)

The secret of filmmaker JJ Abrams, creator of Alias, Lost, Cloverfield, and the re-imagined Star Trek, is an unopened Tannen’s magic box he bought for $15 (“$50 worth of magic for only $15!”) in a store his grandfather once brought him to. Rectangular and sealed with tape, there is a giant question mark on its flattest face. The box still sits on his work desk, unopened.

“It represents infinite possibility. It represents hope. It represents potential,” said Abrams in a TED talk he delivered in 2008. “Mystery is at the heart of imagination… and sometimes mystery is more important than knowledge.”

This is pretty much what I thought as I walked away from the Taj Mahal last November 7 — the first trip abroad I’ve had in two years.

I missed traveling. Deeply. This is one luxury that has gone by the wayside in the past year and I’ve forgotten how liberating it could be. My mind has become too local, too parochial. I’ve substituted books and websites for the realities they can only attempt to represent. I’ve lulled myself into thinking that life has no more mysteries, that all actions are due to rational self-interest, and that God is dead.

My trip to India taught me the opposite.

God is very much alive. Self-interest can mean selflessness. The joy in life lies in its mysteries.

This is just a prelude. I hope to finally get my thoughts down during the coming long weekend.

Long days and pleasant nights: On King’s “The Dark Tower”

How did I end up reading The Dark Tower?

Ka.

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The Dark Tower is a 7-book series by Stephen King, the master of the macabre. Known for his horror stories, he treads new ground with this fantasy story of Roland Deschain and his eponymous quest for the mysterious Dark Tower. In this tale, the world is one that has “moved on” and Roland is the last of a long line of revolver-wielding knights called gunslingers.

A reader of mostly history, politics, and non-fiction, I am an unlikely candidate for Roland’s ka-tet (fancy term in the series, look it up). Yet, the economic crunch forced me to do some belt-tightening and the number of new books I’ve bought over the past year drastically decreased. Not to my regret, I have been forced to dig deeper and read all those books I never finished. Chief among them was Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. Was.

I made a bet with myself. I wouldn’t buy a single new book until I finished the monolithic volume and read of Frodo’s quest from the source itself. I’ve attempted it several times in the past but I never saw it through. I figured this was a good way to save up too, since I didn’t foresee finishing the book for quite a while. But alas, as fortuitous events would have it, a two-week break was declared due to an outbreak of AH1N1, giving me enough time to journey from Hobbitton to Mordor, and back.

Not too long I was aching for something new to read. Remarkably, I was craving for fiction. I wasn’t too excited to go back to reading about Iran, globalization, a new theory about the rise and fall of states, and a bevy of other pretentious topics. Middle Earth converted me into a believer of fantasy. Now it was a matter of which world I wanted to go to next.

Around that time, with all the fanfare surrounding the new Star Trek film, I recommended Fringe and LOST to a friend who was just about to begin his addiction to torrented TV. As forays into these shows often lead me to, I looked up interviews with JJ Abrams for insight into what the next Star Trek film would be. Then he talked about something else.

“We’ll be working on The Dark Tower,” he said. And by we he referred to two friends, Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse — two names I know very well. They are the current showrunners of LOST.

I worship that show.

So I looked up The Dark Tower. All I knew then was that it was written by Stephen King and spanned several books. Upon further Googling, I discovered that King himself is a fan of LOST. With the stars aligned and my Tolkien pact fulfilled, I picked up the first new book I’ve bought in a while, The Gunslinger by Stephen King. It’s book one. The beginning. And in his introduction, he wrote that this is a story that he began at the ambitious age of 19. Then he set out to write his own magnum opus; his own Lord of the Rings.

Well, what do you know.

Tolkien begets Tolkien.

There is no other way to explain that than with two letters.

Ka.

In the lore of The Dark Tower, ka means destiny and a whole lot more. It is both reason and unreason, logic and illogic. It is the principle, a wheel, that keeps existence moving along.

So when the seventh book ended the way it did, I was overpowered with no other impulse than to read the entire series again. I agree with King; it is the only ending to the story.

(Intrigued? Read it.)

In lieu of writing a review that spoils the journey for everyone else, I saw it fitting to recount my own journey to the Tower. It is finished and it is also beginning.

It is ka.

Thankee big big, sai King. We are well met.

Long days and pleasant nights.

roland

Roland Deschain, the last gunslinger