Tech stuff have lessons too

WARNING: The entry below will be very hard to read. This is a lesson on wants. Last week, as Ii ws cleaningmy keyboard, an activity which for years I’ve evaded doing, I accidently pouredout alcohol on  some of the spaces. Th liquid slowly seeped ionto the keybvord skelton ttht  I didn’t know it was my keyboar’s last remaning moments. And because it’ th nnioversaryoff our church, I had to immediately turn on the laptop to edit ssome of th finl video aniomattions I was preparing for the service that afternoon. When I turned on th laptop and klyed in th password, some of the letters were tripling up as I tryped them. It was excruciating...

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Summer Rains and Vegetables

Summer Rain It’s summer. That’s not news. It’s raining during summer. Now that’s news. I don’t know about you but choosing which of my long-sleeved turtlenecks to wear in May is kind of weird for me. And walking barefoot on flooded highways makes me cranky, especially if I could be swimming in a beach somewhere outside Manila. Lately, it has been raining. It’s May, a summer month, and we just experienced our second typhoon. Second. It’s May. From January to May, two typhoons came already. And May hasn’t come to its mid-month yet. Having been an environment junky, I’ve often formulated my own versions of the weather phenomena. I’ve always...

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To the man who did and does it again: Pacquiao da man

CNN's news report on Pacquiao's latest victory He fights like a madman. He conquers the ring like a king. He's swooned over by ladies and men alike. He sings. He acts. He drinks beer. He is the best pound for pound boxer in the entire universe (given there are no Pacquiao Venusian counterparts). He currently holds a seat in the House of Representatives. When he tweets, people go nuts. He speaks better English than your seatmate. He has a loyal family et al. Anything that has to do with him and his face and his knuckles and his shorts sell like diamond in sporting houses. He is known all over the world even with those who don’t have TV. And...

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Welcome to my world (or wires and sound)

Wires that make me happy (colored after our church's motif) I've always hated wires. The mere sight of wires, especially the uncoiled ones that look like my hair without mousse or oil, makes me uneasy. So being the head of the technical team in our sattelite church breaks all my limitations as a person. My love-hate relationship with wires dates back to my college days when one of my roommates was our university's tech person. He would (yes, we were shamefully coed in our condo) create his works-of-art in a space in front of the airconditioner and solder wires and metals to death. We would choke in the process (we do not open our windows...

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