ponso's shoe

Ponso's Nike shoe effortlessly looked like a still art installed in the middle of his Lolo and Lola's house as he ran around barefooted.

Filipino cookies

Someone went to Spain and gave us this cookie called "Filipinos." Brownish black outside and white inside, like oreos, or the never ending colonial mentality still enveloping most of the Filipinos' psyche.

Frisbee Revolution!

I played Frisbee again with my students and Boys’ home kids at Boystown two Saturdays ago and it has been a while since I last threw the magic saucer that gives me that natural high pumping my endorphin level a few notch higher. I have always been a fan of those who can throw the disc in different ways and still visualizes that one of these days, I’d be running in the field trying to catch the high flying Frisbees! But at the moment, it is all in the realm of mind visualization.

I read the book One Billion: A China Chronicle written by Jay and Linda Matthews in 1983 and read an excerpt that interested me about frisbee and the People's Republic of China.

"To squeeze some new amusement from dry urban life, people in Peking and other large cities have latched on to the Frisbee. Foreign tourists frequently brought Frisbees into the country and gave them away, but the plastic discs never made much headway until the Peking No 4 Toy factory started mass producing “flying saucers,” as they are known in China. The first 60,000 locally made projectiles sold out quickly in 1980, and now orders from all over the country are backed up. “Frisbee fever has struck,” The Peking Evening News reported. It recommended a game of Frisbee as a “wholesome pastime” for children and good exercise for their elders. The police, however, are not similarly enchanted by young Frisbee fanatics who commander whole neighborhoods and send their flying saucers whizzing in and out of traffic. On a single day in August 1980, police detained 350 wayward disc throwers. Of those, 344 were “criticized” and 6 repeat offenders had to surrender their Frisbees."

Jerrico, LIVE at The Airliner on November 21, 2008

Jerrico hip-hops progressive music signifying unity amidst diversity and positive global vibration.

The Jerks!

Do not go gentle into that good night

rage, rage against the dying of the light.

- Dylan Thomas

The Loves of Che Guevara

I read a book around two months ago about Che Guevara and learned that he actually got married twice and that he had children! I thought he was single all throughout his career as a revolutionary. The first girl, Hilda Gadea i guess was instrumental in introducing Che with radical thoughts during their stay in Guatemala. She was an organizer and a Peruvian exile due to her progressive activities that put her into trouble when the pro-people president was removed from office by a fascist leader.

But their relationship, according to the book (i forgot the title), was more on the realm of politics with Hilda Gadea's polemics on Marx, Lenin, and Latin American Revolution mesmerizing Che Guevara to fall for her.

Guevara however decided to separate from Gadea through a letter (because Hilda was in Peru) because of, i don't know, maybe due to the distance and the separation that took place when Che decided to join Fidel Castro in that historic Granma expedition. They had one child who died in 1995. the book surmised that Che was only attracted to Hilda Gadea because of her determined attitude to pursue whatever goals she set her mind on, and for this matter, it was Che Guevara and her radical ideas. He even asked Hilda and Hildita, their daughter, to stay with him in Cuba after the victory but i do not know the reason of their falling out (because i do not remember all the details of the book and it has been two months since i read it).

Anyway, maybe because he fell in love with another girl during the course of the revolution to topple the Batista Dictatorship. The lady named Aleida March who worked as his secretary and also his compañera became his second wife. They had 4 children and one of them continues to pursue the ideals of Che Guevara as a doctor in Cuba and all the oppressed people in the world!

Black is the Colour

Black is the Colour
(traditional)

Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She's the sweetest smile, Andthe gentlest hands
And I love the ground, Whereon she stands.

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground, whereon she goes
I wish the day, it soon would come
When she & I could be as one.

I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep
For satisfied, I never can be
I write her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death, a thousand times.

For Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile, Andthe gentlest hands
And I love the ground, Whereon she stands.