Thursday, January 3, 2013

Baguio dispatch


This enumeration went around the world and back until I rediscovered it in an old email that needed to be deleted. I like to make a thorough sweep of email files early in the year.

It's worth running again (it was published in a Baguio book some years ago) as I pack for the trip back to Manila after more than two weeks in the city of many people’s affections. Yes, for some of us, Baguio remains an idyll, despite its stretched land and water capacity, the smog, the piles of concrete, etc. Many things about Baguio are invisible to the common tourist's eyes, the kind of eyes quick to judge places or people by their surface materiality.

So once more, with feeling:

1.          You bought your school supplies from CID Educational Supplies, not National Bookstore.

2.          You bought your fabrics from Tiong San Bazaar (before there was the Old, the New and Harrison aside from Valiram's, Bheromull's, Bombay and Fil-Indian).

3.          You bought your imported ingredients from D & S Fine Foods.

4.          You went to Tea House for all its delicacies like the pancit,the cakes, etc.

5.          You went to see movies at Pines or Session Theater either in the orchestra, lodge or the balcony section, without airconditioning.

6.          You went to Gold Mine Disco at Hyatt Terraces for night outs. Sometime later, Spirits became the "in" place.

7.          You thought that the best Chinese restaurants in town were Rosebowl and Star Café. Mt. Peak, where Abanao Mall is now, was also good.

8.          The only grocery store you remember is Sunshine Grocery, the small one.

9.          You had your photos developed at Pines or Mountain Studio.

10.      You remember where the politicians met for coffee—Dainty!

11.      You know where to buy the best sans rival, at Sizzling Plate.

12.      You bought chiffon birthday cakes at Tesoro's

13.      You know what cooking oil looked like if it’s not in bottles.

14.      You remember there was a real tree in the rotunda fronting what is now SM Baguio and the post office which was cut down to give way to the fountain of tiyanaks and eventually to the concrete pine tree, with a lotta thanks to that tradpol surnamed Vergara.

15.      You remember that there was a Session Café

16.      You ate toasted siopao from Handaan when it was the craze.

17.      You enjoyed eating pizza at the old Shakey's located at the basement of Skyworld, now the haven of ukay ukay.

18.      You had your milk supplied in bottles from the Baguio dairy farm.

19.      You had eaten good food at the slaughterhouse like papaitan.

20.      You speak straight and clear English without an annoying colegiala accent.

21.      You listened to DWHB when it was not yet corny, when it was the only cool FM station playing the latest hits.

22.      You ate lunch at Benedict's.

23.      You spent your free time hanging out at FRB.

24.      You ate the best fried chicken at Mother's.

25.      You roller skated at John Hay.

26.      You remember that Sharon Cuneta's half-brother had a restaurant in Maharlika.

27.      You bought imported goods either at John Hay commissary (for those who had the privilege), the PX goods stores in the market or at GP arcade for the rubber shoes.

28.      You studied music at Musar or at the Girls' High music department.

29.      You remember that there was no Berlin Wall between Center and Lab.

30.      You were once hospitalized at Notre Dame, the hospital run by St. Paul de Chartres sisters.

31.      Your mom studied at St. Theresa's boarding school.

32.      You had friends studying in Marishan or UP High School.

33.      You felt sad at Pines Hotel burning down (it was always featured in the movies of the '70s and '80s).

34.      You rode the jeep at the paradahan where the Baguio Center Mall is now located.

35.      If you are Chinese, you were enrolled in Chinese lessons at Patriotic.

36.      You could hear the voice of Baby de Guzman, a local announcer, coming from your lolo's AM radio in the early hours of the morning.

37.      You used oil lamps back home.

38.      You are/were not awestruck at the sight of an artista or celebrity.

39.      You did not wear the Baguio City bonnet.

40.      Your idea of a good weekend was a picnic at Burnham or at Camp John Hay or swimming at Asin or Klondike hot springs.

41.      You ate imported ice cream on cones with square ends in John Hay or the best American food in Halfway House or 19th tee.

42.      You somehow attended a classy party in the Main Club when it was still just one wing which eventually became two wings and which were demolished to give way to The Manor.

43.      You played at the bowling lanes lining Mabini Street: Olympia and Aurora. Mile Hi was in John Hay.

44.      You regarded Hilltop hotel as a monstrosity looming over the market, a predecessor of SM Baguio!

45.      You traveled to La Trinidad without encountering traffic.

46.      You managed to sample fried ice cream at Greenwich back when it was not yet owned by Jollibee.

47.      You at one time or another wore "civilian" clothes in school instead of the usual blue and white uniforms because the laundry didn't dry up in time during the rainy season.

48.      You visited the Orchidarium which was located where the skating rink is now which used to be the original site of the original skating rink.

49.      If you studied in Girls High, you remember the Kundirana (animo La Salle!) visiting every year.

50.      You paraded on the street because it was Baguio Day, not because of Panagbenga.

51.      You somehow graduated from playing with spiders to pigeons to aquarium fish to fighting cocks.

52.      You could actually leave home and be at the plaza in five minutes which is totally impossible now).

53.      You had a sayotehan in the backyard.

54.      You knew the Lion Head on Kennon had a different color. What is it now anyway? From black to red to yellow to ???

55.      You ate the raisin bread from Baguio Country Club.

56.      You remember the Philippine Military Academy graduating class always giving a dress parade.

57.      You recalled that the Baguio Botanical Garden was formerly known as Imelda Park, and you knew of the urban legend that it was an old zoo and that a giant snake escaped from its cage.

58.      You tried ghost hunting (or as they now call it spirit questing) at Diplomat Hotel.

59.      You crossed the streets, not the overpasses.


60.      You knew that Hangar was where you could buy the cheapest veggies and fruits.


61.      You bought medicine from the Parungao pharmacy, the only competitor of Mercury then.

62.      You ate merienda and bought hopia from Master Hopia! And you could buy the yellow cinnamon roll in the form of a round cake anywhere.

63.      You ate cheap long johns stuffed with cheese

64.      You had shoes bought and fixed along General Luna road, if you didn't buy from Greggs in Session road. (But even Greggs is gone.)

65.      You marveled at the fact that you could see your breath out in the cold, which meant it was still that cold then!

66.      You wore those colorful plastic boots in red, blue or black to school when the rains got so heavy

67.      You could recall that there were indeed mines in Mines View Park and not the roofs of houses.

68.      You rode on cabs that were four-door sedans and not FXs.

69.      You knew what Chaparral signified.

70.      You wore socks to bed to keep warm.

71.      You had a four-digit telephone number courtesy of PILTEL. (At my lola’s in Lower Brookside, it was 3385.)

72.      You were able to venture into the Crystal Caves when it was still pristine.

73.      You knew Boys' High as being only for boys and Girls' High and Holy Family Academy as two separate high schools for females with different uniforms.

74.      You can enter the SLU campus without having to show any ID; it was that open.

75.      You read Baguio Midland Courier or Gold Ore due to your lola's proddings

76.      You saw elderly men wearing their best suits and hats while walking along Session Road.

77.      You had leather shoes shined by a shoeshine boy.

78.      You witnessed a dog show at the soccer field in Burnham Park.

79.      You knew of the Golden Buddha story.

80.      You once enjoyed camping as a Boy or Girl Scout at the site near the John Hay fire station where a convention center is now located.

81.      You had a school-sponsored recollection in one of the many convents and seminaries in the city.

82.      You saw the Marcos mansions while they were still not ruins.

83.      You passed by Kennon while there were still the Twin Peaks (due to numerous landslides the other peak has disappeared) and Bridal Veil Falls.

84.      You once planted a pine tree sapling for the re-greening movement effort.

85.      You had a dried up garland of everlasting around the Infant Jesus statue at home.

86.      You ate the best bananas from Sablan (not anymore!)

87.      You somehow ate at any of these Cating-owned restaurants: Solibao, Ganza, Cañao and Tom Sawyer's.

88.      You were able to travel to Manila using the old non-airconditioned buses; there was even a train from Manila to Damortis.

89.      You had FEN courtesy of those special antennas and therefore enjoyed to the max all the hit Western TV shows. That's why you were so angry when the bases were pulled out!

90.      You ate at Café by the Ruins and O-Mai-Khan

91.      You rode on the Philippine Rabbit back when its terminal was on Magsaysay Avenue.

92.      You traveled to Manila using Dangwa or to Ilocos using BAL or Times.

93.      You drank Benguet coffee.

94.      Your family may have owned a Volkswagen beetle. Baguio has one of the highest densities of this car since the Tabandas of La Trinidad had a dealership.

95.      You always were afraid of that pine tree in the middle of the road on the way to the Loakan airport; it has since been cut down.

96.      You attempted to explore Mt. Santo Tomas and remembered to remove your watch. They said it was going to be damaged if you didn't.

97.      You used your fireplace during Christmas.

98.      You knew Europa as the one and only condominium.

99.      You bought your vinyl albums and eventually cassette tapes and the posters at Plakabar.

100.  You distinctly remember that there was a small public library near the Athletic Bowl and the tennis courts in Burnham.

101.  You enjoyed the bump car rides at the basement of Maharlika back when it was not yet a food court.

102.  You never went malling and instead enjoyed the numerous parks and outdoor amusements of Baguio.

And to me the best thing about Baguio, apart from my loved ones who have chosen a life here, is this: Whenever I get hot-headed (which is often given how menopause works, if one is not conscious about it), I like to literally cool off in these parts.

On the trip up, I like to run in my mind that song from the movie Midnight Cowboy: "Everybody's talking at me /Can't hear a word they're saying /Only the echoes of my mind…People stopping staring /I can't see their faces /Only the shadows of their eyes/I'm going where the sun keeps shining /Through the pouring rain/Going where the weather suits my clothes /Backing off of the North East wind /Sailing on summer breeze /And skipping over the ocean like a stone."

That written, peace and good will to friends, "frenemies", even foes. Falalalala la la la la!



By the Half-moon Driveway of the ICM House of Prayer


you can paint this sun-filled scene in viridian
   better yet drown it in a sea of ultramarine
throw in the marked pointedness of pine needles
   & shade the barks of trees with burnt sienna supreme
 
this rosebud here must have the blush of an infant's bottom
   that palm frond there can learn a lesson or two on stillness
as for that poinsettia petal, it wears too much lipstick
   bleed it some more till it yells "Pink!"
 
must the sky remain a cheery cerulean?
   can it not weep a moody indigo?
the twin cypresses cry with their prayerful branches
   can they not honeymoon by the hermitage instead?
 
what do you do when the words are not forthcoming?
   drain your mug of lukewarm coffee,
take twenty determined strides
   & step out into, onto, step on the garden.
 
-- Babeth Lolarga
 
First published in Baguio Calligraphy, edited by Francis C. Macansantos and Luchie B. Maranan (Anvil Publishing, Inc.), 2010.
 
Photos of Baguio by Babeth 

You Are Braver Than You Know



- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.
--Elizabeth Bishop

This is the Hour of Lead-
Remembered, if outlived,
As freezing persons,
recollect the Snow-
First-Chill-then Stupor-
then the letting go---
--Emily Dickinson

In their daily life, all are braver than they know.--Henry David Thoreau
 to the memory of jerry yet again
& for mira araos & jorge v. ledesma who mourn for him from a great distance

i agree that we are not just
bereft but humbled
by our great father's
departure

sure, the doctors
from the capitol
may have given him
several chances
to continue loving
life till eternity

but who wants to live
& love to eternity in
a shell that is 
withering
before our eyes?

it is just as well
that we will & force
ourselves 
to fill our time
with work & daily worries
concentrate on
the details of living

despite the absent luster
the trill of notes in 
his laughter
the songs that gush
naturally out of him

all these we can still hear
in morning bird songs
in the rush of water
as we cry along
in the shower
in the song of wind
that moves the green force
of tree branches

he would dislike
our hot tears
& whip the wimp
out of us

oh man,
where's the discipline?
he'd shout at us

beyond my window
the sun is up
i can already imagine
him shout-singing
"i've got a lot of livin'
got a lot of livin'
got a lot of livin'
to doooooo!"

--Babeth Lolarga

Jan. 3, 2013

6:40 a.m.


Photo of Jerry and Melen in Antipolo taken by Babeth, April 3, 2011

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Nowhereian Notes: That Time I Visited Kai Mykonos In The Hospital

Nowhereian Notes: That Time I Visited Kai Mykonos In The Hospital: This baby, although suffering a mild bout with taking in (and out) food and a bit of urinary infection, does not seem sick to me. So much e...

The matrilineal line and the near extinction of men

The website called 3quarksdaily.com can be counted on, year after year, month after month, day after day, to produce insightful information from all over the world.  A friend, painter Francisco Viri, once told me, "What would we be without 3quarksdaily?" A little lost?

Following is the full text of the New Year resolution of Rashid Latif Ansari whose reflections appeared in yesterday's 3quarksdaily.com's series of posts. After reading him, I serendipitously found in my sputtering laptop file photos of my ancestors and those of my daughter Kimi and her daughter Kai/Butones.

"The very next day that 2013 is ushered in, I would step in to the 83rd year of my life, leaving me little time to do much. However, I resolve to devote my remaining time and energy to strive for the reversal of the centuries old myth of male superiority, which was only due to a single male attribute, the greater muscular power. With the advancements in science and technology, the muscular power has, and will have, to give in to the brain power, in which females are exhibiting greater prowess. Since 80’s women in the Western colleges are out numbering and outperforming men. Women bring and nurture new life, build homes and societies and rarely take part in criminal activities that take away life and destroy properties. They live longer and lead much healthier life than men. Leaving aside muscular power, what else men can boast about for their superiority? Allow me to take couple of minutes of your time to quote the findings of Greg Hampikian, a professor of biology and criminal justice at Boise State University, USA:

"Much against the myth of male lineage, 'an uninterrupted, intimate and essential maternal connection defines our species.'

"'Women are both necessary and sufficient for reproduction, and men are neither. From the production of the first cell (egg) to the development of the fetus and the birth and breast-feeding of the child, fathers can be absent. They can be at work, at home, in prison or at war, living or dead.'
That's my mother, Nene Lolarga, and me. She is pregnant with my brother Junic so this must've been taken in year 1957.

"'Your life as an egg actually starts in your mother’s developing ovary, before she was born; you were wrapped in your mother’s fetal body as it developed within your grandmother.'

 "'After the two of you left Grandma’s womb, you enjoyed the protection of your mother's prepubescent ovary. Then, sometime between 12 and 50 years after the two of you left your grandmother, you burst forth and were sucked by her fimbriae into the fallopian tube. You glided along the oviduct, surviving happily on the stored nutrients and genetic messages that Mom packed for you.’ 
Christmas of 1985 when my daughter Kimi was only six months old. Seated with us are Dad, Mom and my Lola Purang (Telesfora Cariño Lolarga) who lived another three years after this picture was taken. Dad followed her in 1992. Mom, who's 85, is very much around, getting younger by the year, if that is at all possible. Behind us is another strong matriarch, Auntie Linda Lolarga.

 "'Then, at some point, your father spent a few minutes close by, but then left. A little while later, you encountered some very odd tiny cells that he had shed. They did not merge with you, or give you any cell membranes or nutrients — just an infinitesimally small packet of DNA, less than one-millionth of your mass.’
Kimi, Kai, countless Minnie Mice and one Mickey, Christmas of 2012
"'Over the next nine months, you stole minerals from your mother’s bones and oxygen from her blood, and you received all your nutrition, energy and immune protection from her. By the time you were born your mother had contributed six to eight pounds of your weight. Then as a parting gift, she swathed you in billions of bacteria from her birth canal and groin that continue to protect your skin, digestive system and general health. In contrast, your father’s 3.3 picograms of DNA comes out to less than one pound of male contribution since the beginning of Homo sapiens 107 billion babies ago.'

"'If a woman wants to have a baby without a man, she just needs to secure sperm (fresh or frozen) from a donor (living or dead). The only technology the self-impregnating woman needs is a straw.'   

"'Recently, the geneticist J. Craig Venter showed that the entire genetic material of an organism can be synthesized by a machine and then put into what he called an' artificial cell.' Mr. Venter started with a fully functional cell, then swapped out its DNA. In doing so, he unwittingly demonstrated that the female component of sexual reproduction, the egg cell, cannot be manufactured, but the male can.’ 

"'If all the men on earth died tonight, the species could continue on frozen sperm. If the women disappear, it’s extinction.'

"Keeping Greg’s beautiful expose in mind and recollecting the shameful attacks of terrorists on unarmed civilians, recently targeting even a school going girl, Malala (Pakistan), the wanton killing of school children in Newton USA and the latest barbaric act of gang rape (Delhi, India) culminating in an unimaginable torturous death of an innocent victim, a young woman, I feel that it is high time that the women take the driving seat and transform this world from the mayhem created by men to a peaceful, considerate and compassionate planet.  

"In 2013, I will contribute my humble bit towards this cause. Will you too???" 

Thank you, Rashid Latif Ansari, for articulating certain "heretical thoughts" that I have entertained for quite sometime while I continue to live and breathe in a predominantly Roman Catholic country where the Reproductive Health Law is now in force after a lengthy struggle. You have put my New Year on the right track. May you live to see your dream bear good fruit, in more ways than one.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Jazz Hands--Good way to start 2013

Brookside bibi & famille say thanks for the follow




"To be strong yet vulnerable--this is how we live on this earth. A big embrace."--New Year SMS from poet Marj Evasco 

Blood was no typo on your part
For in your words I recognize a life force
Where I find
The solace
That these days collect
Like impossible raindrops
In the frozen snow
Outside the window of this
My winter's discontent.

--Jorge V. Ledesma, writing from his Colorado isolation

With a bib tucked in her shirt, the blogger is ready for another Yuletide repast.
On our favorite couch by the Christmas tree at Mario's
Blurry photo of Lolarga-Fernandez family with house guests Sinag de Leon and Raya Amado. Sinag's son Dakila couldn't keep still and decided to play with Kai's toy car.
At the beginning of this year, I must say that our happily dysfunctional family has managed to stay intact through the decades. 
 
Has it been that long since Rolly and I decided to hitch our lives to a star and gamble (it does seem like a roll of the dice), take a chance on what Simone de Beauvoir called "an obscene institution"?  This year just past, I learned something new--that your chances of coming out a winner from a casino range from 30 to 40 per cent.
Ida Fernandez with her Tatay and her niece Kai holding the figurine of a lighted angel
Chit Roces and Vergel Santos, colleagues in writing and journalism, drop by for coffee and chat.
Hmmm. Call us Mr. and Mrs. Lucky Us then! And many a time it was our kids, Kimi and Ida, and now our granddaughter, who have helped keep the union intact. Add to that, the fellowship of friends and an extended family of children and grandchildren of our own co-parents.

In a country where Christmas is celebrated the longest, the Lolarga and Fernandez families wish to thank those who've stayed with us. The blogger, channeling Meryl Streep, also thanks her 21 ++ followers who saw her through her ups and downs, enjoyed the roller-coaster of life with her and screamed along with her, with arms and hands held high, as the ride swooped down.

Here's to more and more of the same!
Shall we dance after this meal at that Baguio classic, Cafe by the Ruins?

Source of topmost photo: "Here's the Thing," an online column by Ben Patterson
Photos taken by Suzy and Babeth Lolarga, Rolly Fernandez and an anonymous waiter