Chicken Huntin'

In almost three and a half years of blogging, I never wrote a single food review.  Maybe it’s because I have a very unsophisticated palate, and that my idea of “food” is limited to the mathematical combinations and permutations in a McDonald’s.

Then again, they say that a true gourmand will go at great lengths to get the best food out there.  On an idle weekend, when the urge to get some really good chicken gets to me, I will brave the chaotic Metro Manila south-bound route for the absolute best chicken in the world: Church’s Chicken.

Plate o' Chicken

Pardon my photography skills (and for you die-hard readers of TMX, my use of a camera phone), but I just want to demonstrate how much P120 will get you at Church’s Chicken.  The chicken portions are very, very generous indeed.  The chicken is cooked through, the breading is crisp, and the spiciness is just right.  What really impresses me about the whole Church’s experience is their flavored rice.  It’s damn sure flavorful: it’s definitely not gourmet, but it’s better than those rice-like lumps you get at any other fastfood restaurant.

Here’s the thing: the two branches of Church’s in Metro Manila (SM Mall of Asia and Starmall Las Piñas) are right next to KFC.  I’m not saying that you should all surrender Hotshots and that funky fizzy strawberry drink in favor of Church’s (mainly because I would be a hypocrite if I said so: I like Zingers and strawberry soda).  All I’m saying is that you should at least give Church’s a try.  I tell you, you won’t be disappointed.  Like me and my brother, you’d be coming to Church’s every weekend for the best chicken in the world.

Although maybe it wouldn’t hurt Church’s franchisers if they put up an outlet at TriNoma…

No More Chains

I keep falling in love for all the wrong reasons, and then I go emo all over it.  Romance, to me, has become a preoccupation brought about either by boredom or by necessity.  I guess all it takes is for me to find a good-enough distraction to get myself out of love for good.

In a word: catharsis.  It’s a lot like diarrhea, enema, or a good vomit after drinking copious quantities of beer.

Pardon me to Lolit Solis-ize some “lessons learned” at this point.  If there’s anything I learned from a two-year free fall with romance, it’s that you don’t really need it.  I know this is going to sound extremely toxic (in many senses of the word), but if you find yourself wasting a lot of time and energy on people who do not reciprocate your affections, much less genuine gestures of friendship, then they really, really aren’t worth what you expend.  So yeah, you’re wasting your time.

At 22, it’s a given that I’m not getting any younger.  But that doesn’t mean that all other opportunities for me to find someone who is worth my time and my effort diminish every day I grow older.  There are plenty of other opportunities out there, not necessarily for romance.  Getting to meet new people, learning new stuff, going to new places, and trying out new things.  I may be getting old, but everything around me is always a brand-new thing that either I never experienced before, or I never really enjoyed.

No more chains, baby!

I'm Not Gay, So Deal With It

Written as a response to “Homophobia 101″ by Danton Remoto

Some of my best friends are gay.  I am very aware, and very confident, of my sexuality and my sexual orientation.  I can’t say I’m gender-sensitive all the time, but I do try my very best to be as gender-sensitive as a straight man could possibly be.

Then again, I’d like to sum up a sentiment with a series of rhetorical questions:

Yet why, oh why, do some people insist that I’m gay?  That there’s at least an ounce of homosexuality in me?  Why should some people demand that I “come out of the closet,” when there’s not even a closet to speak of?  Why do you continue to compare me to a gay person, as if you’re bent on proving that you, as someone who’s gay, are far more competent and able than I am?

Whoa!  I mean, WHOA!

I think of myself as a level-headed straight guy.  I happen to like being straight.  I live the lifestyle shared by many straight people.  Does it make me any less of a man if I don’t find anything erotic about two gay men getting it on?  Am I a lesser degree of a man for not getting aroused looking at gay striptease?  So I don’t look at a handsome man with the same longing gaze as a beautiful lady; does that make me a hypocrite?

I don’t think so.

Great men are judged because of what they do, not for their sexual preferences.  History never judges greatness on the basis of who a man sleeps with at night.  Yes, a gay man will reel off the names of so many historical figures who have had a shred of gayness in them, but I dare ask of that gay man to reel off the names of so many gay men who have the shreds of greatness in them.

Like straight men, not a lot of gay men are destined to be great.

I dare any gay man to show me how “green” his blood is.  And I will sure as hell show him that the difference in the color of our blood is not even remotely caused by him being gay, and me being straight.

To a certain degree, I admit to being homophobic.  But my own homophobia does not excuse me from exercising respect, or at the very least, restraint (which I’m not particularly good at).  But to say that I have “gayness” in me – and insist in its latent presence – is borderline ridiculous.  Eh ano ngayon kung hindi ako bakla?  I’m not “gay” by virtue of watching Brokeback Mountain, I can tell you that.

I respect gay people.  I will even applaud them if need be for showing their “true colors,” for all my applause is worth.  But “succumb to my inner gay?”  No freaking way.

There is none, and there never will be.  So deal with it.

When Three Become One

I’m not a lawyer, nor do I consider myself an expert in governance or politics.  I like to consider myself as a 22-year-old kid who meddles in political affairs not only because I care genuinely for the Philippines, but because my future as a young man who will benefit from – or even pay for – the consequences of today.

Which is why as I was reading the Inquirer article forming the Judicial Executive Legislative Advisory and Consultative Council (JELAC) today, I was rather concerned.

I think it was Montesquieu who propounded the “Trias Politica,” what most of us know as the doctrine of separation of powers.  While people would debate on the matter of whether or not Gloria Arroyo has read – perhaps even understood – something as elementary as Montesquieu (to be honest, even I was confused), she has this to say:

“Separation does not mean isolation. Rather, among our co-equal branches, there should be consultation and cooperation to advance shared priorities in the national interest and welfare of all Filipinos.”

So to anyone who still thinks that Arroyo is bent on Charter Change to shift from Presidential to Parliamentary, there you have it.

I’m not the kind of “radical” who would spout out rants and raves about how the JELAC would be used to prosecute “political enemies,” but I am rather concerned with why Arroyo would do this at such a crucial moment.  If it’s any consolation, it is Arroyo who precisely benefits from separation of powers as applied here.  Without separation of powers, Arroyo would have been impeached a long time ago.  It is the check-and-balance benefit of separation of powers that keeps Arroyo in Malacañang.  Without that check-and-balance (read: bickering) that has our honorable political branches in a quandary for definitions, surely the supposed inevitable would have happened.

Deep breath…

Separation of powers exists to do three things: check-and-balance, distribution of power, and public accountability.  Each division or branch of government has a limited means and a limited ends: one should not encroach upon the other.  Not only are branches of government accountable to where their powers begin and end, but are also accountable to the public in terms of what they can do and what they are supposed to do.  This prevents government from unfairly encroaching upon the rights – civil and political – of the people, because each branch is not only accountable to another, it is accountable to the populace.  Thus there is a clear understanding of what people in power can do, and what people in power can’t do.

Exhale… a-ha!

Yet it is not impeachment that we are concerned about here.  More from the Inquirer article:

“The council will be composed of nine members, with the President sitting as chairperson and the following as members: Vice President, Senate President, Speaker, Chief Justice, one member of the Cabinet to be designated by the President, one member of the Senate to be designated by the Senate President, one member of the House of Representatives to be designated by the Speaker, and one member of the Supreme Court to be designated by the Chief Justice.”

Excuse me for being a soothsaying paranoiac, but it all makes sense to me now.  In 2011, Arroyo would probably be a victim of her own “rule of law:” that she will answer for a few things herself.  With an independent judiciary sans a “cooperation” between our separated branches of government, Arroyo would definitely be at the other end of the proverbial stick.  JELAC makes it possible to circumvent the etched-in-stone rule of law for Arroyo to make it through without a hitch.  To put it bluntly, JELAC expands the proverbial “butas ng karayom.”

Yet what concerns me most is that as the JELAC seeks to “unify,” it also seeks to nullify the ought-to-be that makes our political system.  That conveniently circumvented ought-to-be is the Constitution, the theory behind it, and the will of the people that make a Constitution what it is.  For someone whose entire “legitimacy” rested on tooting the Constitutional horn, this move by Arroyo is odd, to say the least (and certainly not the worst).  The “primacy of the rule of law” does not refer to this rule of law.

I leave debates on the Constitutionality of the JELAC to knowledgeable lawyers.  After all, I’m just one of them meddling kids.

Forces Pulling from the Center of the Earth*

It was raining last night, and I found myself stuck at Katipunan waiting the torrent out.  There was nothing more I could do but to buy myself a “couple of beers” at a joint across the road from the Ateneo.  “Couple of beers” is relative to what you drink, and if you have sound skills in mathematics.  To me, it’s six bottles of San Miguel Pale Pilsen and a couple of bottles of Red Horse.

No, I didn’t get drunk.  I was still able to make my way back home in a completely sober state.  This is the third time in three months that my attempt to get completely wasted completely backfired on me.

Many of my friends are quite concerned that I’m starting to develop an unhealthy propensity towards “assisted suicide.”  My life has reached that point of equilibrium, and I don’t like it.  My mom is concerned that I may be pushing myself too far and almost over the edge with how many hours I put in, and how I actually have to text her on weekends asking her for things to do.  I don’t want to take to more downward spirals just because I drink an entire bucket of beer on my own, and chain-smoke on top of that.

I’m not emo: I don’t soul-search.  It’s just neurosis setting in.  Maybe psychosis.  Paranoia: I feel like I’m being followed, watched, tracked down.  Whatever: it’s not like it’s affecting the normalcy of my life.

Maybe that’s just it: my life is too normal.  I commute, I work, I commute, I sleep, and then do everything else all over again.

* – from Live, “Lightning Crashes”

A Rant About Blogging

I was reading my undergraduate thesis last night, when it suddenly occurred to me that I should have something more to say about this whole debate about “blogging ethics.”  (My thesis, by the way, is a 366-page tome on Friendster.com: check Original TMX for details.)  A lot of bloggers are PO’ed over critical (?) statements made by the likes of Luis Teodoro, Malu Fernandez, Tim Yap, and Korina Sanchez regarding blogging.  Their statements can be conveniently summarized in two bullet-points:

  • That some bloggers are “irresponsible” and the blogging community is in need of a “code of ethics,” and;
  • That the lot of bloggers who blog anonymously reduce, if not destroy, credibility in opinion-sharing in New Media.

Then I figured that I didn’t make a 366-page thesis on the “sociology” of virtual environments for nothing.  Rather than posture as an “academic expert” on this matter, let me try to make some sense of it using my own background as a “social anthropologist.”

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Let me begin by asking a rather inane question: what is blogging?

Hmmm… it isn’t all that inane after all.  Every blogger has a definition of what blogging is.  If you asked me, blogging is the act of writing extended to the medium of cyberspace.  I know I’m starting to sound like a broken record every time I refer to Marshall McLuhan’s quote, “The medium is the message.”  Most critics of blogging grapple with the content of blogs, but fail to recognize that the “message” of blogging is not what’s written in the blog, but the blog itself.  Blogging is like every medium of communication: it is an extension of ourselves.   Hence the term “mediation.”

As a “social anthropologist” (always note the quotation marks when I use that term), I don’t necessarily subscribe to a setting where the medium is “in between” elements in the communication process.  There is always delay.  Whatever means we employ to communicate, there will always be a spatial and temporal distance that alters the messages and actions we convey.  At the same time, there is always production.  We constantly produce stuff, which includes communicative messages; at the same time, we are constantly produced by stuff.  Both delay and production lead to that all-important term that characterizes the communication process: interpretation.

So what do we analyze when it comes to blogs: the content of the blogs, or the blog itself?

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Now that Mainstream Media has conveniently wasted time making these human-interest stories about Brian Gorrell, I personally think that they have conveniently missed the point.  We should “beware” the blog not because people like Brian Gorrell use it to air their grievances, but because we are coming to a point in history where delay and production – and subsequently, interpretation – take whole new meanings when applied to a situation like cyberspace.  Note:

  • Delay is present – and at the same time absent – in blogging;
  • Information is constantly produced in blogging.

Anyone familiar with Jacques Derrida or Roland Barthes would be familiar with delay.  For Derrida, delay is a paradox: something is “first” because of a “second” that follows it, and because of this, the “first” is always a repetition, a copy.  Because I have problems understanding Derrida, I would use Barthes.  Blogging is writing: every text is committed in the here-and-now.  No matter how many times I will tell you that I wrote this sentence on May 10, 2008 at 1:40 PM, this sentence will outlive that point in time.  In the case of both journalists and bloggers, they commit themselves into the text.  The text will outlive them, and therefore no text is “owned.”  It is there, and that’s all that matters.  It is there because it is the medium.  What I say afterwards won’t matter to this particular instance of text.

More importantly, information is constantly produced and reproduced.  There is no “source” of information, nor is there a “gatekeeper” of it.  Information, like text, is there.  A blogger, a journalist, and even the neighborhood chismosa is not the infallible”source” of a collection of information.  Anyone who uses media is in effect a scriptor, an aggregator, an interpreter, a person engaged in a commitment and a practice.  So a Mainstream Media reporter covers a police report on an exploding banana that killed an errant pedicab driver pedaling through EDSA at the wrong lane, is he/she the source of the information?  No.  He/she produced the information that came from an information that preceded it, that came with it, so the information is merely a copy.

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So here’s the thing: whatever a Mainstream Media practitioner swipes at a blogger is technically a swipe a blogger could make against a Mainstream Media practitioner.  Blogging is consequential of information, just like Gutenberg’s printing press.  Deal with it.