Seven Million Golden Fish

If God is for Pacquiao, is He therefore against dela Hoya?
November 23, 2008, 3:46 pm
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manny-prayerThis Nike ad begs the question: if God is for Pacquiao, is He therefore against dela Hoya? Or if dela Hoya should win, is God then against Pacquiao?

The quick and suitably pious answer is that whoever wins is the boxer God wanted to win. But that’s just a lame excuse for determinism, isn’t it? What that statement really means is that whoever wins is the one who was supposed to win. In other words, the part where God is roped into the excuse for losing is nothing but bullshit.

The theological and philosophical baggage aside, this is a good advert. It keys into the Filipino’s superstitious spirituality. We like to think of ourselves as good catholics in the Roman tradition, don’t we? The truth is that we have more in common with Haitian-type christianity than we might care to admit. And this advert takes advantage of that.

Unfortunately, I think Pacquiao (and by extension for the legions of Pacquiao faithful, God as well) will disappoint. My guess is that Pacquiao will either lose or the match will end in a draw. After all, a loss would not serve either fighter. 

So take it easy on God, eh fight fans?


Does it even feel like Christmas?
November 21, 2008, 6:27 am
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z_sad_treeRunning around the city last night, I was struck by how bare many of the streets felt.

When I was younger, one of the sure signs of Christmas was the atmosphere of the streets, and the atmosphere was due mainly to the proliferation of Christmas lanterns and various strings of colored lights. And somehow, along with the lights came those huge kettles of chestnuts being slow roasted on black pebbles (at least that’s how I’ve always thought of them), styro boxes of grapes, and foam stockings filled with fuji apples.

The sad part is that if I described that scene to a young’un now, they’d say that I was describing a typical night. And they’d be right too. The chestnuts and the fruit are likely due to free trade or whatever; and the bright lights to the egos of the mayors.

The net result is that we’ve been desensitized to the visual cues of Christmas. And since many of us don’t really view Christmas as a religious event (admit it!), that desensitization leaves us with very little to mark Christmas with. Even the splurge shopping that used to set Christmas apart as a time when we could forget thrift for a while now has become a year-round thing with growing influence of american culture, thanks to the internet.

And with the economic crunch, there have been fewer parties. Even among families, me and my friends have noticed that we don’t get together as much as we used to.

So does it even feel like Christmas? Well it looks like Christmas, but it sure doesn’t feel like it.

November 19, 2008, 9:15 am
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I’m obsessed with stories. I have stories coming out of my ears. Or, to be more painfully precise, I have snippets of stories coming out of my ears. It’s like my brain is stuck, permanently channel-surfing. I catch the middle of every story – rarely knowing for certain how any one storyline begins or how any of the others end. It’s frustrating.

At some point, I’m gonna have to rope these wayward stories and make ’em toe the line. Truthfully though, I suspect that I’m the one who needs roping in.

Discipline. I has none.