Monday, February 23, 2009

Again, EDSA

This week in '86 many of my countrymen trooped to Camps Crame and Aguinaldo along historic Epifanio De los Santos Avenue to form human barricades to protect then-Defense Secretary Juan Ponce Enrile and then-General Fidel Ramos against the wrath of my favorite President.  

The Good Old Days  

It turns out that then-President Ferdinand Marcos was becoming more and more unpopular in proportion to the country becoming more and more destitute. People who didn't agree with him and his wife were disappearing, being locked away or joining the Communists. It didn't help that three years before, one Benigno Aquino died at the hands of an unknown gunman (though everyone suspected Marcos's involvement). That death was important because Aquino was widely seen as Marcos's most capable rival and his staunchest, most visible critic. The investigation of the Aquino assassination yielded no results that anyone would believe at the time. The issue was so hot that Marcos was forced to hold elections a year earlier than they should have been (hence the term "snap elections") on this very month. His chief opponent? Aquino's wife, Corazon.  

The elections were rigged (of course) and key people at the Commission on Elections, fed up with years of massive corruption and this newest incidence of barefaced cheating, walked out because of it.  

Everyone could sense that the country was at the tipping point. Enrile seized his chance, and with supporters in the military, tried to stage a coup d' etat. Only, it didn't quite work, as Marcos was still at the palace calling the shots and his troops were likely to arrest the conspirators. Wikipedia tells me Enrile got Fidel Ramos to sign on at this point, but rightly or wrongly, I'd always lumped those two together from the start (that's the power of youthful memory associations for you). Then it gets weird.  

The Weirdness of EDSA  

Jaime Cardinal Sin, Catholic Archbishop of Manila, called on everyone within earshot of Radio Veritas to protect the coup plotters. The people, most of them fed up with how crappy everything had become and fearful of more violence, complied. More people trooped to a couple of television stations (notably Channel 4) to defend them against any Marcos-controlled military intervention. When Marcos sent the tanks to EDSA the people fought back... with rosaries and flowers. Tank drivers would not drive over the civilians, other soldiers would not shoot them despite orders. After the soldiers were won over, people marched all the way to Malacanang Palace and Marcos and his family were on their way to Hawaii. Corazon Aquino was finally sworn in as the Republic's first woman president.  

The Unfinished Story  
As with Marcos, at least at the beginning of his first term, we showed a lot of promise. There was hope in the air and it felt like we were finally climbing out of the 20-year rut we were in. Sadly we kept dropping the ball. We're very good when it comes to saving the day at the last minute but we tend to get complacent. One change of president, or political system, and we think the job is done. It's not. Whatever darkness and weakness that co-opted Marcos and the others after him are the same demons that hobble us today. The corruption, the pandering-- these were not invented by Marcos, but they were systematized and made highly efficient under his rule. Twenty-three years after the original EDSA, we still have our work cut out for us. The challenge of nation building and remapping our national destiny is two-fold: keeping the memory of EDSA alive and applying its lessons-- doing something about our problems-- intelligently. No mean feat, but that's another journal entry.  


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We now return you to our regularly scheduled program of "I miss my ex."

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

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Friday, January 16, 2009

Ricardo Montalban, RIP

Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannn!

Saying that and cracking jokes about the man's cleavage isn't going to be half as 
fun anymore. Neither will making those impressions of the original Fantasy Island's Tattoo (De plane! De plane!) be half as satisfying.  

He died yesterday, the actor best-known for his role of genetically engineered superman Khan Noonien Singh on Star Trek  and for his other, more sedate role of Fantasy Island proprietor Mr. Roarke. The people who spend time surfing the Catholic Channels will find Ricardo Montalban 1) thanking God, 2) advocating the rosary, or 3) hawking rosaries with stones from a cave in Jerusalem encapsulated in their crosses. And he was spokesman for the Chrysler Cordoba in the mid-seventies.  ....Not that any of these things ring bells with my four gentle readers.

I guess what should strike them is that the man lived to a ripe old age and somehow didn't piss people off, sully his reputation or figure in a high-profile brouhaha with other celebrities. Considering the climate in Hollywood, that's saying a lot. He was so nice the Pope knighted him, sort of. a role model for many Latinos everywhere-- a Mexican who made it big in the 'States, who never give up his Mexican citizenship up to he day he died.    
 
Ricardo Montalban is dead, reminding us of our own mortality. Reminding some of us yet again of how close we are to it. It's as if the creaky joints, the arrhythmia, the disproportionately increased insulin levels were not enough. 

There is so much for us to do-- like yell "Khaaaaaaaaaaan!" into a Starfleet communicator or praise the Chrysler's "soft Corinthian leather" in Montalban's distinct mellifluous voice--  and so very little precious time to do it in. 

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Singing in the Stairwell

It looks like I'm frequenting the stairwell in my office building more than the Hotel Sogo these days. And this is a good thing. I've been meaning to find a more or less unobtrusive place to practice my singing voice. I pretty much failed on that score (the office bathroom being unsuitable), so the stairwell's the next best thing.

The stairwell has the ambience I'm looking for: enough reverb to make the voice sound crisp and lively. It's built like the inside of a giant flute so sound carries to the next few floors. If you keep the door open the sound  travels along the corridor and insinuates itself into the neighboring offices. As long as you sing well, it's not too distracting. In fact it might be somewhat welcome.       

Of course I wouldn't be Dex if I didn't do things like singing in the stairwell for at least three reasons most of the time. So, 
  • Reason 1: My voice is somewhat rusty, so I really do need the practice. 
  • Reason 2:  I'm often emotionally constipated, so I need the catharsis. 
  • Reason 3: At any one time between lunch and ten p.m., the room next to the stairwell is occupied by with good looking chicks.
To paraphrase myself, as long as I don't sound like I'm strangling the cat, I should be fine. ;) 

Monday, January 12, 2009

More Status Reports

I haven't wished everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year yet. I'd like to, but before that, I need to get some things out of the way.  
  1. Had my lungs checked for bugs. I've always had problems with my air-exchangers, you see. I'm waiting for my results with (say it, say it you ham!) bated breath.
  2. Spent new year asleep. Just like Christmas.
  3. Loking forward to some R&R on the Chinese new year. Heard tell it happens at the tail end of this month.
  4. Dex El is working on a writing module for his Language Center.
  5. Dex El has been dog tired most days, more so than usual.
  6. Dex apologizes to the friends he can't see this month or last. Everyone's busy, hard to track down.
  7. Dexter hasn't really felt Christmas since before last year.
  8. Dexter is turning t i  y f  e.

A belated Merry Christmas, everyone. May you have a decent New Year.