Entries for December, 2007

December 1st, 2007

when the media becomes the story

If there were to have an inquiry regarding the Manila Peninsula brouhaha last Thursday, the media should not be excused from any form of investigation. The situation including the arrests of media personalities and the imposed curfew is not about curtailed freedom of speech and assembly. It is simply about security--security which is necessary for each of our freedoms.

The media should be reminded about the bounds of its mission. How far does it go? How far can it go? When they are being used by someone, anyone to sow chaos and incite sedition, what does the media do? It's true that the media is the medium for these voices (and these voices are equally important) but the problem with last Thursday's is that 1.) the media magnified the whole thing by granting Trillanes and his cohorts celebrity status again, 2.) the media wittingly or unwittingly cuddled the offender and obstructed justice by flooding (and desecrating) the Peninsula hence disallowing the army to freely enter and arrest the offender, 3.) the focus of the story now is how the media was cuffed and "arrested like criminals" (sic.) when they were asked to leave an hour before the issuance of the warrant to the offender. To be fair with the military, everyone in the lobby was arrested including all bystanders looking for an action sequence. Why zero in on media arrests when it was a logical SOP to do for the safety of all? They are like double-standard(ed) Fr. Reyes who while cuffed says, "Sanay na ako dito. Harassment. Ginagawa nila ito pati sa obispo? sa pari?" What makes them think they are immune from bullet shots just because they are in frock or have a press pass?

A line from the musicale Zsazsa Zaturnnah comes to mind now (this was when the people were screaming that the giant frog might step on them): "Kung ayaw n'yong matapakan (ng palaka), eh di tumabi-tabi kayo, mga bobo!"

I agree with Vivian Yuchengco, why bother with this story anyway. Don't play it up, she says, and let's proceed with our lives. For me, this is like any other story--similar to a man in Cebu wanting to jump off an apartment building. Okay, capture it, announce it on TV, give it a few minutes airing time then move to another news.

The ABS-CBN news team's motto is "To make the interesting, relevant and to make the relevant, interesting." I'm not even sure if the Trillanes story is interesting. Besides, who says which story is interesting or not? Problem now is, the Thursday situation, by virtue of the media mileage granted the perpetrators, has become relevant (but only post facto) to our lives because it affected our living and livelihood and our image to the world scene (again!).

Let's create truths which can forward our cause and improve our image to ourselves and the rest of the world. And this is in the hands of the media. I think we better have a summit on this.

Posted by meetjopeblack at 09:36 AM | mix me my whey

December 5th, 2007

private joy

I'm beginning to like cooking. Cooking gives me instant gratification. That after all the effort in researching, marketing, preparing, and cooking, one can immediately see how the creation is accepted and receive commendations if the food satisfies the consumer. Unlike in development work or in teaching, the results will come much much later without a guarantee that one has succeeded in his/her efforts. When that time comes, it's too late to rectify any error made.

 Last week I tested on beef. I did beef with broccoli and chinese style tenderloin steak. Both were hits. The aroma and taste are at par with what one can order in chinese restaurants. A week before that, I experimented on garlic, olive oil, penne, bacon, basil, and parmesan cheese--a recipe I got from my Philosophy guru. And though unpopular because of its exquisite italian taste, it'd probably just suit Cathy's and my taste buds, I'd still give it a five.

Tonight I'm having pizza margherita--a basic pizza with olive oil, tomato sauce, tomatoes and mozzarella. I've downed one and I'm waiting for the other to cook. Too bad Cathy's not here with me to sit on our favorite. But then again, at least I don't have anyone to share my pizza with. The plate's all mine!

Sometimes, it's okay to be selfish.

Posted by meetjopeblack at 08:26 PM | 4 bench press(es).

December 24th, 2007

a way to end the year

The last week before Christmas break was scheduled for documentary presentations. Being the obsessive-compulsive teacher that I am, I made sure all instructions and sanctions were printed, emailed, clearly disseminated to students so that they will know what to do with missed deadlines, incomplete requirements, error in submitted cds, and the like. But, I still encounter students who ask, "Sir, the running time [for documentaries] is 12 minutes at most, right?" And I say, "Yes, at most 12 minutes." And she goes, "So sir, pwede 9 minutes?" And I go, "At most 12 minutes." And the annoying confirmation runs till I give them the are-you-stupid-look, followed by a sarcastic "ano sa tingin mo? [what do you think?]" remark. Same goes for students who ask if they can submit a cd of their raw footages which is less than an hour. The minimum is an hour, "at least one hour" is what I tell them almost every meeting. How can they not get that?

The worst happened on the last day of presentation, Friday, 21 December, in my last class for the year. In my anger, I typed the encounter in my cellphone so that I won't forget. I'm seriously considering filing a discipline case against this student. I have till January 7 to pray about it.

This was what I typed down.

Was I just offered a bribe?

A student who didn't have their project with her yet at the time of submission begged me to wait for her groupmates whom she said were still burning their cds. It was 2:20pm, the bell has rung. I said they should be ready with their requirements at the time of their presentation as agreed upon in class. I told her I cannot wait for them because that would be giving them unfair consideration: rules are rules. She was imploring me for some more minutes, invoking the spirit of Christmas to accommodate their inefficiency. She even teased that she'd treat me to a late lunch just so I'd wait for them. Strike one. I apologized and insisted that I had to leave, that I could not wait for them any more, that the project was due. She told me her groupmates were on their way and that they will be there shortly. I obliged and gave them till 2:25pm to submit their project. At 2:25, her groupmates still weren't there. I told her I'd go to the bathroom first and then leave after. That I thought would give them an extra minute or so. At 2:27, I went back to our classroom and found no vcds in an envelope still. She offered me a box, "Cupcakes by Sonja, Sir!" and she begged for more time. "2:36 na lang, Sir! (Make it 2:36, Sir!)" Strike two. I said no to both. The five minutes became ten, and then twelve as she hounded me while walking to my car. She was telling her groupmates over the phone that she was walking with me and stalling me for time. She asked where they were as I was nearing my car. "Hurry," she says while she's doing everything to stall for more time. I apologetically, sympathetically, compassionately explained why I CAN NOT wait for her groupmates. She insisted nonetheless.

It'd probably be easier to give her a chance if only this was the first time she'd be late for a requirement. The thing was, last semester, she also failed to submit her paper on time. I suspected this was some kind of a disease infecting her. And validated I was, she bargained that I spare her groupmates of the F I'm giving them and pleaded that she alone be chastised. No further explanation from her when I said no. I bade her goodbye after explaining that the requirement was a group project hence, would merit a group grade. I went into my car and she cried that she will have herself ran over by me just to prevent me from leaving. Her exact words, "Sir, hindi ako aalis dito [sa likod ng kotse]. 'Pag sinagasaan n'yo ko, isusumbong ko kayo." Those were the sickest words I've ever heard from anyone. I told her to move away, I had to leave, I was already late for an appointment. She hardheadedly stood there, a smile still on her face, teeth showing. I started the car and slowly drove on reverse--she still standing along my path. She nailed herself on the spot I left her, closed her eyes, and whined "mommeee!" when I put my gear on reverse. Strike three. Irritated, I told her how pissed I was getting and commanded she get out of the way. She left just as soon, said sorry, walked away, smiling.

Everything felt different. I felt like I was being bought and I was only worth a lunch treat or a cupcake. I felt that my sympathy and compassion were being tested and taken advantage of to cover-up for one's inefficiency. What's worse was that her pleas were made in jest--they were so lightly delivered they were passed on as jokes and teases. Was she bribing or was she just teasing? Was she apologizing or just wanting to portray herself as the victim? Here was a person with no sense of accountability. She could not even go straight with her bribe if she really wanted to pay her way through the requirement. She wasn't even confident about the self-sacrifice she was offering. I bet she didn't even know what she put herself into. An irresponsible student who in her irresponsibility was not even, could not even be responsible for her self. She wanted to treat me for lunch or offer me a cupcake or have herself ran over but would blame me if I did, and yet never be able to say, "it was ALL MY FAULT... this was what happened... I'm willing to be scourged for MY inability to deliver."

What follows is their group's email about the incident. (This did not come from her. I doubt if she has anything to do with this. The email was signed only be one of the members.)

Sir,

First and foremost I would like to apologize for the incident last Friday. I know that the group caused you sir a major inconvenience. On behalf of our group, I apologize.

Sir this letter wasn’t written to ask for a concession to our grade. I accept whatever grade you have given the documentary. I would just like you to know that as far as L, D, R, and I are concerned, the project was not half-cooked. We worked very hard to get the shots needed for the documentary. We started shooting immediately after you approved our topic. We even talked about some of the shots we already filmed during the consultation. These shots were finished on time. We gave P, our editor, a week and several days to edit the project for she said she could do it. The problem was that it seems that P did not maximize that week to finish editing the documentary. We continually asked her about it during that said week and the answers she gave us misled us to believe that the editing is fine. On the day of the presentation, the group was shocked to find that is was not yet done.

Although this has been the case, I hoped that you
liked our documentary. It may have not looked like it, but many of us put great effort in creating a meaningful documentary. The things we learned from our xxxx subjects where plenty and I hoped it was communicated to you by the film.

Again, I sincerely apologize for all the trouble the group has caused. Good day and have a merry Christmas.

Respectfully yours,

M

This was how it ended.

Posted by meetjopeblack at 02:54 PM | 1 bench press(es).

December 25th, 2007

starting a new tradition

Christmas dinner at 7pm with our specialties for the year. Dinner started with a thanksgiving prayer.


pasta al jopee (we have yet to christen this specialty), cathy's lamb stew and tomato soup

Christmas Mass at 10 pm.


from the net.

She thought it was over.

And here's what she gave me.

 
It was a happy Christmas. Hope yours was too. 

Posted by meetjopeblack at 12:12 PM | 1 bench press(es).