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Comfort in Nostalgia

 One of the habits my dad picked up after his lung popped was watching TV nonstop. His preferred background noise of choice was anything cable by ABS-CBN, be it ANC Live, Teleradyo, or Jeepney TV. Jeepney TV was especially one of his favorites; this cable channel featured a lot of ABS-CBN's soaps from bygone years, which he apparently enjoyed. 
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AI wish I, wish I could

 It's fairly easy to think of the rise of AI as the next revolution in the history of humanity, in that the industrial revolution essentially created jobs for individuals by running craftsmen out of business. The blacksmith, smelter, and basically many fabricants in the old ways had to bow down to the superior manufacturing power of the fabrication plant, and the parallels between that upheaval and the one that’s burgeoning today are just too similar to each other.

A very strange year

It's been a year of many things for me, and while usually an introduction like that carries with it a very strong aura of foreboding (!), this post is one of thankful reminiscing, where we go down the (fairly recent) memory lane of when yours truly was part of the presidential campaign of one Mdme. Leni Robredo.

The vice of unreasonable rage

I spent the end of the week steeped in anger. I was angry because my internet provider was being unsatisfactory. It was affecting my work, and it had the potential to get expensive. So when my ISP - of whom I shall write about in another post - I snapped. And in an effort to lessen the impact of this post, I shall grace it with a picture of my sleeping tomcat. 

The passing of Mon Legaspi

 Last week, one of my own personal heroes passed away. Mon Legaspi of Wolfgang, The Dawn, and Kontra was 54 when he went into cardiac arrest. He was in the US at the time, and the news was broken to the general public by his current band, The Dawn, via their social media page.

Zip-a-dee-day

 The very first song I played on the guitar was from the Eraserheads' third album, Cutterpillow. I remember spending an entire night trying to teach myself the E and A chords on my tiny Lumanog starter guitar. The Jingle songhits I was studying had the picture of Michael Jackson triumphantly raising his arm, undoubtedly taken from his then-recently completed Philippines leg of the HIStory world tour. I was thirteen years old then, and I would begin what would turn out to be a very long love story with music, and it all began with the Philippines' fab four.

On structure versus agency

 One of the things that you learn early on in life is that hard work will get you places, and that hard work will be everything you need to get ahead in life. Right, so that's complete and utter bullshit. Because honestly, at the end of the day, hard work will get you places, but how far you get to go will depend on your starting point.