Sunday, May 6, 2012

Tes Choa's outrage over felling of pine trees


From the email inbox:
Baguio City Sans Pine Trees

By Tes B. Choa

Outrage! Rallies! Protests! Court Suits! These are the everyday headlines in my hometown which is Baguio, supposedly the summer capital of the Philippines. The whole government used to transfer to this city because of the cool, green temperature even in summer. Not anymore. Baguio is now becoming another concrete jungle punctuated with squatters all over its mountains. And now the ShoeMart (SM) branch of Baguio is proposing a 7-level project that will cut another 182 trees. Somehow they think it will perfume their project if they say that the trees will be earthballed and relocated in their property. Tree Doctors and Experts – Serafin Metilla and Chito Bertol says it is very difficult to do this to pine trees because pine trees have such spread out sensitive roots that once the roots are injured, the whole tree dies. Ask the DENR an example of pine trees that they have successfully transferred or earthballed and they will show you NOTHING. For one thing, the DENR does not have the proper machines to relocate established trees. In the United States, it cost one million dollars ($1M) to earthball and transfer an established oak tree.

SM repeatedly tells the public that only 182 trees will be affected. Let me tell you the truth. SM Baguio was the former Pines Hotel opposite the Vallejo Hotel. When the mall was built, 473 trees were cut. When they added the Call Center, another 100 trees were cut. With this latest project with 1,000 slots for parking, a water catchment or cistern that is capable of holding 6.9 million liters and a roof garden that will try to “simulate” nature – 182 trees will die. Get your calculators out and you have 755 trees massacred for this giant entity that calculates to earn P1 million a day, just on parking alone. With a roof garden, perhaps 6 meters of soil in depth , how can you accommodate the roots of a pine tree? How will you address the drainage? On top of that, do you know that Baguio has FIVE crisscrossing fault lines? In 1990 we lost more than 3,000 lives due to an earthquake. One crack on that water catchment or cistern and you have a deluge that will pour into Session Road and probably reach the Public Market unless the water path directs its flow to University of the Cordillera across Gov. Pack Road first. So there you have another school with hundreds of students that will be affected plus pedestrians trekking in red, thick mud into town and into the mall. With no roots to hold the erosion in check and just a reinforced retaining wall that has no guarantee of leaching, what a disaster waiting to happen!

Do you have a tree in your backyard? If you do, you are a millionaire. A 100 year old tree is valued at P18 million pesos. A 50 year old tree is valued at P9 million pesos. These trees that will be sacrificed for a parking lot are 20 to 40 years old. If you value them at P4 million pesos, you are throwing away P728 million pesos. These trees give free fertilizer. The pine leaves and acorns that fall, decay and decompose thus enriching your soil. The old bark falls and regenerates with new cover. The insects, birds and fungi  that you find in their natural habitat will no longer have a home. A 30 year old tree absorbs the emissions of 3 buses, carbon dioxide and releases oxygen, vital to the very breath of life. Can you imagine what will happen to the quality of air in the city? Emissions of 546 buses will stay and linger in what was once the summer capital of the Philippines. Add to that the jeepneys, other vehicles and motorcycle emissions, you have a veritable nightmare for persons suffering from asthma and other respiratory ailments. The roots that hold the soil will no longer be there during the 6 rainy months and strong typhoons. SM boasts they will plant 50,000 trees in a period of three years. Well, it takes 50 years for a pine tree to reach full maturity. Meanwhile the new, small and puny pine trees that will be planted cannot give the same benefits that these established pine trees can offer. And where will the 50,000 trees be planted in the city proper? You will probably go to Sto. Tomas Hill to plant that many.   This is a good half an hour away from the city. There are no roads that can accommodate 546 buses in that area. Shall we sacrifice health for a daily intake of P1 million a day for SM? In a meeting with Mr. Hans Sy, he informed us that his “real” expansion was China. Then, why oh why expand in Baguio?

One parking slot has an average of 20 turnovers in a day. If you charge P35 for the parking slot and multiply that by 20 users, you earn P700 a day for that one slot. Now multiply that by 1,000 and you get a hefty sum of P700,000. The present mall has at least 400 slots to begin with. Get your calculators out and add those 400 slots as well. Now you know why SM is determined to put up this 7 level project.

Let me give you another scenario. SM has bought the PNR (Philippine National Railways) property near the Victory Bus Station. If you remember, you would take the bus in this terminal to catch the train in Damortis, Pangasinan. In that property, there are no trees. Why can’t SM build their 7 level project in that area? It is a 5 minute walk to the mall. Add a tram – the very first of its kind in the Philippines, and along the way showcase a winding garden that displays the flowers that every float carries during the “Panagbenga” Flower Festival. For the elderly and the physically challenged, the tram would be a wonderful way to go to the mall. Offer the valet service for those collecting their groceries and purchased articles in the mall and there you have more employment for Baguio citizens without harming or cutting one tree. I guess this cannot be envisioned by those overzealous architects, designers and engineers of SM. You not only add a new feature – a tram, you also save 170 trees. Twelve (12) trees have already been earthballed ready for their final death. A Dr. Pajillon from Los Banos was sent to testify at court about this earthballing of pine trees. When asked if he could give an example area where they successfully transferred pine trees, he had no answer. If you ask DENR what happened to those gorgeous Acacia trees that were supposed to have been transferred from Fort Bonifacio (Global City) to a protected area, the answer will be the same – No where!

To add insult to injury, do you know that SM does not pay Income Tax to Baguio City? It pays to Cavite where the BIR National Office is located. What is paid in Baguio is the Real Estate Tax and the business permits to include the vendors’ permits. Unfortunately we have a Baguio City Council that has been cowed and lured into an illusion of traffic decongestion. The City Engineers must have been more than eager to give their approval for such a project. In a meeting with the City Urban Coordinator, I was informed there was an ordinance to limit buildings or construction to five (5) stories. So, why an approval for a 7 level project? The Regional Office of DENR took a year to give its ECC Clearance. Does Mr. Clarence Baquilat know of experts who can assure the citizenry that those earthballed trees will survive? If he does, can he pinpoint a location where they have successfully relocated established pine trees? I would dearly love to see such an area. I would love to call on Serafin Metilla (Bonsai  and Tree Expert) and Chito Bertol (President of Manila Seedling Bank) to certify that earthballing of pine trees can be a successful endeavour.

A Temporary Protection Order was issued by the Court (Branch 5) in Baguio. This Branch handles all environmental issues. Until this case is resolved, the building of the 7 level project of SM is on hold. Open your email, your google and facebook. You will see all the ads placed by SM. During the rallies, pictures of the event were on the front pages of the local papers. Did you hear a peep in the Big 3? Not a peep in the Star, Inquirer or Bulletin. When a giant is involved, especially one that regularly advertises every week, the “Silence of the Lambs” is heard. Self-Censorship dominates. Currently it is the Opinion Writers that take up the advocacy. SM has hired writers to counter the issues mentioned by the protesters. SM has applied for a LEED (Leadership in Energy Environmental Design) Certificate. I wonder if the cutting of 755 trees will be taken into consideration for this application. I guess not.

The author is Founding Chairman of Mother Earth Foundation, Inc. Their focus is Solid Waste Management, teaching barangays how to compost, recycle, reduce, reuse and establish MRFs (Materials Recovery Facility) in various communities. Mother Earth is a member of the Eco-Waste Coalition and networks with like minded NGOs and schools like Zero Waste International Alliance, Health Without Harm, Miriam College, GAIA and Green Peace. Author info from www.teschoa.com

Painting of trees entitled "Why I Love It Here" by Babeth Lolarga. First exhibited at the maiden show of the Baguio Aquarelle Society at The Manor in Camp John Hay, Baguio City, in 2008.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Her year of magical travelling (Part 1)

The year is 1957. Telesfora Cariño Lolarga, a widow of two years, embarks on a tour that will take her to the US, Mexico, Canada, Europe, India. And back again. There are gaps in her scrapbooks and albums that I've been trying to fill up with conjectures. Among other reasons for her year-long trip,  she was part of a Philippine delegation to a world trade fair and she re-connected with friends she made at the Young Women's Christian Association (Lola was a Methodist from birth till death), the ladies of the Masons (her husband Enrique was one), etc. I think she also observed radio schools in the US, having taken over the post of president at the National Radio School and Institute of Technology when her husband died.

And so begins my virtual tour with Lola.
Undated photo. Let's call this starting from home.
From the lei around her neck, Lola (right) must be in Hawaii.
In Los Angeles. That must be her Brownie camera perched on a step at left. This would become her trademark pose, handbag on crook of arm. And that friendly smile and open face.
At an outdoor farmers' market in L.A.
Did she or didn't she watch the Miss U pageant in Long Beach, California? Can't tell now.
At a picnic in San Francisco, CA. That's her half sprawled (second from left) on the grass, still wearing her high heels.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Who Remembers What Munch's Life was Like?

"The version of 'The Scream' sold Wednesday was executed in 1895 and is the only one not held by Norwegian museums. It also features a poem inscribed by Munch in which he explains his inspiration for the work, which depicts 'the great scream in nature.'"

one hundred nineteen point nine million dollars
that's how much this painting was sold for at the auction block today

how many zeroes 
are there in that amount?

how many seedlings 
to replenish a forest
with that amount?

how many screaming protestors
can't be silenced
by zealous billionaires 
out to bury
collective memories with 
multi-level piles of concrete?

look how those
white-gloved men 
handle the work
as if it is 
a fragile infant
as if the slightest 
false move will cause 
precious pigments
to crumble

the painter 
once took a walk 
in the forest &
heard nature scream
its protest
at what the world
was turning out to be

he went home
to capture 
that sound
in waves upon
tsunami waves
of violent colors

how they must have 
echoed the violence
inside him
the kind that
protests when
moral guardians
say, "i'm disappointed
with you. you would've
made a skilled engineer.
an honorable trade
that one is.
stop this foolishness
of painting."

pweh!

if munch could outrace
his madness
his addictions
the nazis
who thought of him
& his works
as depraved

if he could
continue to paint away
recover his balance
& late in life
be respectable
be provident father
& not die van gogh's
pauper's death

oh for god's sake
pweh!

give the monied set
the screaming
effing scream

the forest will
outlive the self-proclaimed
zealots of progress

even munch in his
twilight years
must've known that

~ Babeth Lolarga
May 3, 2011
2:44 p.m.

 Source of quote and photo: http://news.ph.msn.com/lifestyle/munchs-scream-beats-auction-record-at-dollar1199-mn-3

Lola's love affair

A fellow grandmother likes to quote Anne Lindbergh when we're on the subject of grandchildren. I think the quote runs, "Grandchildren are the love affair of old age."

I quite agree, but when I do it is because I remember my own grandmother. I'm one of those who consider herself saved by the grandmother. When materialist and agnostic friends question whether there is a God or deny his/her existence, I just say to myself, not aloud ((I don't want to get into long-winded discussions on the subject), that I am sure there is a higher force  because I have seen, felt, known the kindness, the all-accepting love, the withheld judgment and unspoken forgiveness, the beauty and grandness of my grandmother.

One of the things I am doing this summer to keep my mind off the heat is to re-shoot photos from scrapbooks and albums that Lola had kept. She was 83 when she died in 1988. The earliest picture of her that I found was when she was 16.
Sweet 16 here. It must be the year 1921 if my math is right.
Lolo Lucky (Enrique Acosta Lolarga) and Lola Purang (Telesfora Cariño Lolarga) in their youth. Someone scrawled "Dad & Ma" on the picture; it must've been one of their five children. If Lola is partly leaning awkwardly, I think she was conscious of the fact that she stood a few inches taller than Lolo.
This grand-daughter is more than convinced that Lola hit her prime and came into her own when she was widowed young in 1955. Hence, the erect posture and the confident way she carried herself.
Becoming bigger than life. A Bob's Studio shot.
Today this is called retro chic. Back then she just looked oh so good. Still at the old Sampaloc house--I'm sure this was where this picture was taken because of that sticky linoleum mat and a vague memory of playing with those shells behind the thin curtain.
I don't know how long this self-imposed project will take me to finish (guess who's wishing for an endless summer?), but it's time to preserve the pictures through this blog--the scrapbooks' pages have become brittle and some pages are already torn.They're ready for the archives where the conditions are better for their preservation.
This is an easy one She dated it herself. Taken in 1958 at the living room of her Pepin street, Sampoloc, Manila, home. The golf trophies in the glass cabinets were won by her late husband. Other stuff in there were souvenirs from her tour of the US, Canada, Mexico and Europe.
 Frustration seeps in when I cannot date a photo. For the meantime, before I embark, little by little, on retracing a life, here are remembrances of Lola dearest with some  shots of her with her grandchildren. I will post more in the morrow.
With grandchildren at her former house in Sampaloc, Manila. That's Ferdie Romero on her lap, Sonny to her left. Behind her are Tessie Romero, Eileen Lolarga, Allyn Valdellon (partly hidden) and Toots Romero.
Lola was an amateur photographer. I think this snapshot in Camp John Hay, late '50s Baguio, is hers. From left are: Beng and Telly Valdellon, Eileen Lolarga, Mercy Leah Cariño and Allyn.
Everyone got tucked in by the beloved family elder who also made the crazy cat quilt partly covering  (from left) Mercy, Beng, Lily Ramirez, Toots and Rose.

With a young Rose, the eldest of her grandchildren
Wish this cutie would identify herself. Is that you, Pixie Lolarga? That's lola in the Brookside house's dining room.
Here we are on Lola's lawn. My brothers look preoccupied with their toys. Front row: Dennis, Suzy, our mom Nene, Babeth and Junic Lolarga. Second row: Mercy and Lola.


Baden Powell was where Lola and her first set of grandkids stayed in the '50s before she built a house on M. Roxas street, Lower Brookside, Baguio.
And there was her retirement house, then unpainted.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Kai Ko

inaawit sa tono ng "Little Snowflake", bahagi ng seryeng Super Simple Learning Songs 
mula sa http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbbKjDjMDok

oyayi para sa apong ayaw pang matulog


Kai ko Kai ko
Munting Kai ko
Liit Kai ko
Gumagapang na

Kai ko Kai ko
Munting Kai ko
Ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot
 Tumatayo pa

Kai ko Kai ko
Munting Kai ko
Liit Kai ko
Lumalakad na

Kai ko Kai ko
Munting Kai ko
Ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot
Ayaw matumba
 
Kai ko Kai ko
Munting Kai ko
Liit Kai ko
Ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot ikot
Umiikot pa
Patulugin na
Papikitin na
Bukas na muli 

Kai ko Kai ko
Munting Kai ko

--Babeth Lolarga

Larawan ng batang si Kai Mykonos L. Fernandez kuha ng kanyang mamay Kimi

Robin and Joy


Hats on!


It was time for old girlfriends to meet again on the last Thursday of April.This  happens four or five times a year, six on a good year.

Even if the distance from the mountain home to Manila amounts to 250 kilometers and some, I try with all my might to be present. (Do I hear grumbling from one end in the north? Nah! My partner in life knows that sending me off to attend ladies' lunches and suppers plus official work-related meetings is cheaper than two hours of decadent luxury in a spa, the full body treatment and some. Sitting around a table discussing manuscripts, projects and acting on them can be more rejuvenating, I've learned.)

First Draft is agreed that when it's Gilda's turn to pick a spot, you can be sure the ambiance is better than good, the food fit for the gods (sorry, blasphemy unintended).
Gilda introduces Jetro to the group.
Clockwise: Karina, Mariel, Lorna, Edna, Rita, Fe, Babeth and Gilda. 
We got the royal treatment all the way, even if I arrived in my summer shorts and Hawaiian shirt and barefoot (footwear is left outside the door). Jetro Rafael is the cook-proprietor of Van Gogh is Bipolar which is his home by day and restaurant by appointment by evening (it can only accommodate 12 persons; with eight of us there, that left only two other tables for the other diners who were separated from us by a beaded curtain)

He had small clip-on hats or hairbands for each of us. For awhile I was wearing out-of-season reindeer antlers, but they kept on hitting the low-hanging mobiles so Jetro lent me a dainty black feathered head-dress, which can't hold on to the little head of hair I have so I pinned it on my breast pocket.
Queenly Lorna with a sword-like shaft of light protecting her from behind.
Karina
Edna

Mariel
Rita
 Jetro I've met at his former tea laboratory at 10a Alabama in Cubao, Quezon City. We share and own our condition of bipolar disorder (manic depressive in the days of old). So Gilda's confirmation of our meeting's venue went something like "Van Gogh is Bipolar Like You." She isn't queen of sass for nothing.
Woman reading
That evening she read a fine piece whose title I dare not disclose for fear the others will pounce on me for disclosing our six-month-long project in the making. I used to do what Edna called "beadle duties" for the group, mainly recording attendance, even the menu (compulsive note-taker that I am), reminding members when the next meeting is or whose birthday is forthcoming.

It can be daunting, if you have 10 women who all have families to attend to, whose activities range from business, counseling, advocacy work in safeguarding press freedom and the environment to professional writing, editing and painting, etc. Getting ourselves to agree on a meeting date, time and place, then making adjustments, almost became a tertiary job for me. After seven years, someone had to take over.So beadle duty has been rotated among the others.

Where was I? The hats! Oh, that was Jetro's welcome touch followed by a welcome drink called Courtney Love's Potion (his dishes and drinks come with names of people who have our condition). If by strange fortune, you fall in love love with 'em food and drinks, they're not on the menu; Jetro cannot repeat them for you. He likes a creative challenge when doing his marketing, in choosing what is available and agreeable in different sources and in kitchen prep, cooking and plating. If this cook were a musician, he does improvisational jazz.
Courtney Love's Potion. Karina and Mariel look at Jetro's photos.
Where was I again? The Potion! It's made of fresh fruit extracts with wild honey. He paused when he presented our individual appetizers and tried to think of a name for it. Gilda piped in: "Babeth." And Babeth is dried pastrami with German white cheese and basil and lotsa pepper. How can Babeth be less than yummy?
Ain't it a dish? And it's called Babeth.
A "gigolo server", also a volunteer, not a paid waiter, came to serve us Virginia Woolf's Tears whose chemical components are supposed to inhibit anger and other negative emotions. It was a hearty wild turkey soup with banana chips and edible flowers.

For the main course, we had a choice of a Happy (emperor's fish with black rice) or a Chill Dish (slow-roasted, mouth-watering chicken). Most of us went for happy, but the chillers generously shared a small portion of their meat-based dish so we got a taste of what we would've missed out on.
Melting carabao's milk sorbet with nuts and a piece of fruit. I mixed this with the shot of dark chocolate on the right and ended up with milk chocolate. Mmmmmm!
The dessert to cap the evening: another came with a choice of wholesome (ice cream made out of fresh carabao's milk) or sinful (black chocolate in a shot glass to be consumed with amber-colored liqueur in a beaker). Have I already written that Jetro's presentation is a work of art each time? If I have, pinch me for repeating myself, but it comes with age, and we're women of a certain interesting age.

It was a lovely way to spend an evening, a way to mark First Draft's 10th year, with  individual women continuing their journey to become themselves...and something else. On evenings like these, even if we missed the company of Chit and Melinda, we feel like the komiks heroine Darna, soaring high and pregnant with ideas.

Photos, except for the topmost illustration found in the Web and the group shot by Jetro, were taken by Babeth Lolarga. Excuse the fuzziness--tried composing pictures only with available light. Van Gogh Is Bipolar is in the inner courtyard at 154 Maginhawa street, Sikatuna Village, Quezon City.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

It Must Have Been Sun Glow

that keeps you compliant
& uncomplaining
why else are you
unmoved by the heat?
so unmoved & still
you are heedless of
others' advice to always
carry an umbrella
rub a bit of sunblock
on face neck arms
& other exposed areas
carry a pint of water
before you step out of 
the house of shade
the warmth is preferable
the sizzle the swelter are welcome
 this feeling of being trapped
in a hothouse
these droplets of sweat
the quickening rush of blood to the head
this sweet stickiness between the legs
that scorching pavement
prickling those thin soles of your feet
 remind you
 how life 
how struggle
 hint of relief
somewhere up that
river that bends
to the left
where dark clouds
of rain
hover over plains
& conspire to bring
an inundation
unwanted
--Babeth Lolarga
May 1, 2012
Pasig City 
7:11 p.m.