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All maps lie. But lies are the source of maps' power.
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In the high school where I studied we learned most of Scott's "Lady of the Lake" by heart. In after life once it was my privilege to see the lake. It was a Sunday. It was quiet. You could glimpse the deer wandering in unbroken forests; you could hear the soft ripple of romance on the waters. Around me fell the cadence of that poetry of my youth. I fell asleep full of the enchantment of the Scottish border. A new day broke and with it came a sudden rush of excursionists. They were mostly Americans and they were loud and strident. They poured upon the little pleasure boat, -- men with their hats a little on one side and drooping cigars in the wet corners of their mouths; women who shared their conversation with the world. They all tried to get everywhere first. They pushed other people out of the way. They made all sorts of incoherent noises and gestures so that the quiet home folk and the visitors from other lands silently and half-wonderingly gave way before them. They struck a note not evil but wrong. They carried, perhaps, a sense of strength and accomplishment, but their hearts had no conception of the beauty which pervaded this holy place. If you tonight suddenly should become full-fledged Americans; if your color faded, or the color line here in Chicago was miraculously forgotten; suppose, too, you became at the same time rich and powerful; -- what is it that you would want? What would you immediately seek? Would you buy the most powerful of motor cars and outrace Cook County? Would you buy the most elaborate estate on the North Shore? Would you be a Rotarian or a Lion or a What-not of the very last degree? Would you wear the most striking clothes, give the richest dinners, and buy the longest press notices? Even as you visualize such ideals you know in your hearts that these are not the things you really want. You realize this sooner than the average white American because, pushed aside as we have been in America, there has come to us not only a certain distaste for the tawdry and flamboyant but a vision of what the world could be if it were really a beautiful world; if we had the true spirit; if we had the Seeing Eye, the Cunning Hand, the Feeling Heart; if we had, to be sure, not perfect happiness, but plenty of good hard work, the inevitable suffering that always comes with life; sacrifice and waiting, all that -- but, nevertheless, lived in a world where men know, where men create, where they realize themselves and where they enjoy life. It is that sort of a world we want to create for ourselves and for all America.
Criteria of Negro Art by W.E.B. Du Bois
This video game pits you against Philippine monsters
LOCAL HORROR. An example of some of the monsters drawn from Philippine mythology that players will meet in the game.
Chungking Express (1994)
Pre-colonial occupation Filipino bridal outfit
see i didnt even know this
this makes me so sad. so much is lost
what tribe is this from? because the facial markings look like the ones from the Yakan Tribes, but the dress doesn’t match their bridal wear (as far as i know) so I thought she could be from the Maranaw tribe because they have a lot of metal and silken dressed like this but they use fans as far as i can research, not the janggay she is wearing in the picture.
i want to say she is actually a dancer, and and not a bride in traditional wear, but i want someone who knows more to let me know if i am wrong please!
This is actually a photo taken during on set of the historic epic drama, Amaya from GMA TV that ran from May 2011 to January 2012 and is set in the early 16th century Bisayas just prior to the arrival of the Spaniards. This is the scene when Marikit played by Rochelle Pangilinan is married to Bagani played by Sid Lucero. For more information on Amaya just check out the #amaya tag on my blog. Unfortunately the license on Viki for the show expired on May 31 of this year so since then no one has been able to watch it online as before otherwise I would have recommended you to watch it as it had English subtitles but unless the license is possibly renewed or something it’s pretty damn hard to find the episodes now.
The marriage ceremony presented in the show is actually pretty accurate among the nobility class. Her clothes are also pretty accurate among the Bisayas and is one similar to what most nobility wore in other parts of the country. It is based on the descriptions in Spanish texts and also our visual representation of them from illustrations of the Bisayans in the Boxer Codex. The reason why we know so much of the precolonial culture and history of the Bisayans is due to the fact they were the first people the Spaniards met so they wrote down everything they could on them. The eyebrows are not styled as it was back then as the fashion at the time was to make them thin in the shape of the crescent moon.The jewelry she wears and the headdress is accurate based on again descriptions in old texts as well as recovered artifacts. And yes they did wear that much gold on them. It is only the facial paint that may or may not be accurate as I haven’t come across anything that mentions that being used in the marriage ceremony. Everything else though and the ceremony itself that they showed on the show are based in historical records in particular Francisco Alcina’s writings from 1668.
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If conference speakers were being chosen by a system that treated gender fairly (which is to say, gender was never a factor at all), then in any conference with over 10 speakers, say, it would be extremely rare to have no female speakers at all—less than 5 percent chance, depending on one’s assumption about the percentage of women in mathematics as a whole. Turning that statement around, we conclude that any such conference without any female speakers must have come into being in a system that does not treat gender fairly.
Mathematician Finds Odds Against a Coincidentally All-Male Panel Are Astronomical
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This drama follows the misfortunes of a woman living a difficult existence in the poor section of Manila.
“Images of startling power” - The New York Times on Filipino gem Insiang, screening at MoMA Film through November 3.
If you have watched Heneral Luna (2015) by Jerrold Tarog, one of the most striking props featured in the film were the different uniforms of the Filipino army under the First Philippine Republic. I have often remarked at how accurate those uniforms were portrayed, designed by Antonio Luna’s brother, the renowned artist of the Spoliarium, Juan Luna. Jose Alejandrino, one of the generals of the republic led by President Aguinaldo, and close friend of Antonio Luna, remarked in his memoir:
During that period, due to the difficulty of communication, the military contingents in each province wore uniforms made of any available material, while others wore uniforms chosen according to the caprice of their commanders who, in turn, carried any insignia which suited their personal taste or convenience. In order to remedy this inconvenience, Antonio Luna asked his brother Juan to make a color design of the uniform of each branch of the Army which he later submitted for the approval of the President. These uniforms became obligatory for the whole Philippine Army.
Thanks to old photographs, and consultants Mr. Pedro Antonio Valdez Javier and Mr. Macky Hosalla, we were able to recreate the designs of these uniforms, all sketched and illustrated in color by PCDSPO artist Derrick Macutay, in celebration of General Miguel Malvar’s 150th birth anniversary.
Visit the Presidential Museum and Library website for the infographic of these uniforms and their full cited sources. :)
I would like to personally congratulate the cast and crew of Heneral Luna and Artikulo Uno Productions, for hitting the PhP 200 million mark, making Heneral Luna the highest grossing Filipino film of all time! You guys took a great risk releasing such a movie, and the entire nation answered. Now the Philippine cinema knows that profit over story quality is no longer the ONLY way to go.
Infographic courtesy of the Presidential Museum and Library.
The Bob’s Burgers Burger Book is now available for pre-order! About a week ago, I got the chance to visit Bento Box Studios in Burbank California. I sat down with Loren Bouchard and caught up, and got to take a tour. I spent the afternoon talking with the artists behind the show and got to see a lot of the art that will be in the book - including this cover! They also let me hold their Emmy award, which is way heavier than you’d think! Thanks so much, bentoboxent, I had such a great time! The book will be out next March, and is currently available for preorder at Barnes and Noble and Amazon.
Hey, whoa, wonderful news. Your favorite Tumblr dedicated to reverse-engineering the burgers of Bob’s Burgers is about to become the only cookbook that matters. Come March, you’ll be able to cook up a Texas Chainsaw Massa-Curd Burger without fear of cheesing up your screen.
Here are the pre-order links again, because why not? Barnes & Noble / Amazon
“Keep planting to find out which one grows.”
A Review of Hanson’s “MMMBop” by Max Rubin
Though difficult to decipher through young Taylor Hanson’s reedy timbre, the lyrics that open “MMMBop,” the 1997 über-smash by Hanson, are a sobering quatrain: “You have so many relationships in this life/Only one or two will last/You go through all the pain and strife/Then you turn your back and they’re gone so fast.” That’s some cold truth for a twelve-year-old to thrown down. The song, which was released as the debut single off Hanson’s first full-length LP, Middle of Nowhere, and which rocketed the brothers to tweenage stardom, reads less like stratospherically successful bubblegum pop than it does a dirge.
In fact, “MMMBop” was intended in that latter vein. Before superstar production team The Dust Brothers came in and saturated the song with kitsch, “MMMBop” was initially recorded as a much slower, more somber track. Hanson self-released a demo in 1996 that features the original, lesser-known incarnation of the song. On that version, there are no cowbells, no spangling fun-in-the-sun organs, no vapid turntable scratches. Taylor’s vocals come in soft and slightly mournful. The hooks are still there, but the whole thing is just a bit sadder, more appropriately reflective of the lyrical tone.
Thus is the dichotomy at the heart of “MMMBop.” On the one hand, The Dust Brothers were imperative to the song’s success. They whipped it out of the register of rangy garage tune and into Billboard shape, roughly the way Hollywood might take on an aspiring character actor, sand off his edge, and tease him up into a rom-com leading man. The Dust Brothers built into the song an irresistible effervescence, dolling it with shimmer and making it pop. They also upped the tempo to a snappier pace. The lyrical phrasing of “MMMBop” is crowded to begin with, and with Taylor—whose voice on the record is still tightly coiled in pre-pubescence—now forced to keep up with the increased BPM, the vocals are rendered unintelligible, reduced to a stream of melodic froth. Thus “MMMBop” loses its pensive essence. This all makes for more palatable pop, to be sure, but it’s also the other hand of the “MMMBop” dichotomy: The Dust Brothers’ treatment obscures the soul of the song.
Hanson gets pigeonholed as a one-hit novelty act because they rose to fame as a boy-band-of-brothers with long blond hair and a song title that wasn’t even a real word. But, as a noun, MMMBop is not arbitrary tween gibberish. It’s actually onomatopoeia. And rather inspired onomatopoeia at that. As defined by the band, an MMMBop is a span of time that’s gone before you know it. It refers to something in which you are so intensely involved that you can’t understand the scope of it until it’s disappeared. The band applies the term to life’s many fleeting relationships, singing, “In an MMMBop they’re gone.” It is a commentary on the human perception of the passage of time. And, as a sound, the word captures its meaning brilliantly—the fleeting nature of measured time, humming along for a brief moment—mmm…—and then, while you were still registering it: bop!… it’s gone.
This lyricism is the product of a kind of uninhibited playfulness that a more experienced songwriter could never conjure. Isaac, the oldest of the brothers Hanson, was a mere fourteen-years-old when they wrote the song, meaning the boys hadn’t yet lived long enough to become seasoned songwriters. The adage goes that good writers know the rules so well that they can properly break them. “MMMBop” is the result of the opposite: writers who don’t know the rules and yet somehow get them right.
Which is to say that “MMMBop” is, in essence, a piece of very impressive middle school poetry. It’s not particularly sophisticated stuff, but it avoids all the main pratfalls of the genre—clumsy metaphor, unfilled meter, weepy sentimentality. Hanson even subverts the technique of flowery imagery, utilizing it with coy literalness: “Plant a seed, plant a flower, plant a rose / You can plant any one of those / Keep planting to find out which one grows / It’s a secret no one knows.” Winking as it is, this stanza is the philosophy at the core of “MMMBop”—that relationships require cultivation before their true worth can be assessed. It’s a bold claim for the band to make, for it confronts one of the reigning convictions of American pop-culture: the mushy predisposition toward love at first sight. The Hanson boys, prematurely world-weary, are not so naïve. In call and response, they ask, “Can you tell me which flower’s going to grow?” answering back with, “You say you can, but you don’t know.” In other words, “Bullshit.” We are not so prescient a people. The band might as well be reciting divorce statistics.
No, most of our relationships will not last. Our efforts may mostly be futile and unpredictable. In response to such truths, it may be tempting to embrace defeatism and lethargy. But Hanson suggests we act otherwise. It is our duty, the brothers posit, to keep cultivating nonetheless, to “keep planting to find out which one grows.” “MMMBop,” ultimately, is a song that advocates resilience in the face of overwhelming odds, of persistent, methodical, meticulous application as the only means by which to transcend our fickle nature.
This isn’t typical Top 40 fare, to be sure. Of course, were any of it discernible in the vocals, “MMMBop” would never have achieved its chart-topping station. Instead it sounds like blather—light, airy, undemanding: all ideal elements for teeny-bopping. But locked in there is a more substantial, mature song, and one that, in the end, suggests its own trajectory, along with that of every other one-hit wonder. At the time, its presence felt inescapable and eternal. And then it was gone, suddenly, in a goddam, shimmering MMMBop.
Max Rubin is a writer living in Iowa City, IA. He is available for weddings and Bar Mitzvahs. Inquire at [email protected].
Liham ni Andres Bonifacio kay Ka Oryang
1897 Mayo 1
Mahal kong Oryang,
Mali ka. Hindi kita nakasalubong upang sa dulo ng kalsada, ako ay liliko sa kanan at ikaw sa kaliwa. Sapagkat saan man tayo dalhin ng ating pakikibaka, ikaw lang ang aking itatangi at makailang ulit na ihaharap sa pulang bandila. Hindi tayo nagpalitan ng mga kwento upang sa pinakahuling tuldok ng pangungusap, ang karugtong ay alingawngaw ng katahimikan. Walang pagod kitang aawitan ng imnong pambayan, Oryang. Hindi kailanman ako mauubusan ng salita upang maialay sa iyo bilang mga tula. Maging ang bulong at buntung-hininga’y magpapahayag ng pagsinta sa tulad mong umiibig din sa bansa. Hindi tayo sabay na tumawa, nagkatinginan, at tumawa pa nang mas malakas, upang sa paghupa ng halakhak ay may butil ng luha na mamimintana sa ating mga mata. Loobin man ng Maykapal na pansamantala tayong magkawalay, tandaan mong ang halakhak at sigaw ng ating mga kasamahan ay sa akin rin. Hindi ka dapat masabik sa akin sapagkat ako’y mananatili sa iyong piling. Hindi kita niyakap nang ilang ulit upang sa pagkalas ng mga braso ko sayo ay maramdaman mong iniiwan kita. Habambuhay akong magiging tapat sa ating panata, Oryang. Kapara ng binitawan kong sumpa sa ngalan ng bayan, tayo’y mananatiling katipun, kawal, at bayani ng ating pagmamahalan. Hindi tayo bumuo ng mga alaala sa umaga, tanghali at gabi upang sa muli mong paggising ay maisip mong hindi tayo nagkasama sa pakikidigma. Hindi ko man hawak ang bukas, nais kong tanganan mo ang aking pangako na ilang ulit kong pipiliing mabuhay at pumanaw upang patunayan sa iyong mali ka. At kung magkataong ako’y paharapin sa ating anak na si Andres, buo ang loob kong haharap sa kanya at sasabihin ko sa kanyang mali ka. Hindi ako bumati sa simula upang sa huli ay magpaalam.
Ikaw ang aking bayan, Andres
*Ibinigay ni Julio Nakpil ang liham na ito kay Oryang ilang gabi makalipas ang pagpaslang kay Andres sa Maragondon.
Tears fell down my face as I was reading this, because everything is just beautiful. This is how you write a love letter. Source: LFS UP Diliman
“I have since learned never to be amazed at what men will resort to when cornered by a woman’s intelligence.”
–Iris Owens, After Claude
I was taught to see racism only in individual acts of meanness, not in invisible systems conferring dominance on my group
White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack by Peggy Mackintosh
A few weeks ago, in the country, far from the lights of the city, I saw the entire sky “powdered with stars” (in Milton’s words); such a sky, I imagined, could be seen only on high, dry plateaus like that of Atacama in Chile (where some of the world’s most powerful telescopes are). It was this celestial splendor that suddenly made me realize how little time, how little life, I had left. My sense of the heavens’ beauty, of eternity, was inseparably mixed for me with a sense of transience — and death.
Stop what you’re doing and read Oliver Sacks’s devastatingly beautiful New York Times essay on living while dying, revisit this extraordinary testament to the deep aliveness of his spirit. (via explore-blog)
If your religion doesn’t challenge you to care for people you might otherwise be dismissive of and, instead, reinforces your negative feeling about them, you don’t have a religion – you have a formalized structure for institutionalizing your biases.
The Rev. Mark Sandlin (via notalwaysluminous)
Someone creatively put together Lego models of urban settings in the Philippines.