Saturday, July 30, 2005

Never a Dalmatian

Two days ago, Filipino librarians were on the spotlight when columnist Adrian E. Cristobal's article, 105 'useless' librarians, appeared in the editorial section of the July 28th issue of the Manila Bulletin (MB).

Even before I get to read the said column (as directed by the link in the email), I already had this gut feel that this'll illicit a melting pot of reaction amongst my colleagues; which would mostly be defensive. I discerned correctly.

I'd be a hypocrite if I say that I didn't feel even a tinge of revolt when he likened those 105 PRC-accredited librarians to dogs. Bakit naman sa dinami-rami ng propesyon sa mundo, e mga laybraryan pa ang nakita nya? (Why is it that of all professions in the world, the librarians were the ones singled out?) At bakit aso, dalmatian pa? (And why dogs, dalmatians?) I cooked up this crazy deduction that maybe prior to that day, Cristobal was in Morayta and chanced upon a BFL (Board for Librarians) accreditor, exchanged their hellos and then that night, caught Disney's 101 Dalmatians on DVD (may even be a pirated copy as the premise is that he's in Morayta). After which, he grabbed his pen and wrote down his thoughts that would fill up his space in that section of the paper. All in a day's work.

That excuse would've put me to rest had I not discovered that I actually have a copy of the July 28 broadsheet (you get MB for P10 whenever you eat breakfast at McDonald's, see?). I compelled myself to re-read the column, and as I've pondered on it once more, I gathered that he was not really trampling on the profession. His violations were that he just didn't have the appropriate title for his piece and that he still has this thick glasses+hairnet+snob+rubber stamp concept of a librarian (yes Richard, a glorified clerk). On a personal note, I can't blame him. Cristobal is of age. And old age, though inexcusable, has never been and never will be a transgression.

The best response is to throw off all defensiveness, despite being offended. I dropped off a comment over at Von's blog that if there's one crowd that should be mature enough to handle this, it must be the librarians'. To let our guard down too easily is a no-brainer. We should act upon the issue level-headedly. Librarians are trained to manage entrusted information, not to assassinate characters. Let's be about our purpose and fulfill our duties, especially to those in dire need of "enlightenment". Let's impart what needs to be imparted.

Basta ako, hindi ako dalmatian (As for me, I am not a dalmatian).

Friday, July 29, 2005

How Could It Be?

I blame my cousin (a jazz buff) for leaving me off with "How Could It Be?" as my last-song-syndrome a couple of weeks back. For days, it had been my theme music in all corners! When I told some friends about this, 2 of them volunteered, "Did you know that it was Eddie Murphy who sang that song?!" "No way! Really?!!", I gushed. And at that point I imagined Donkey and Mushu singing the chorus as one. It felt weird!


This morning, the song was playing over our online radio at the office. There it is again! The picture of a mutant that's half-donkey, half-dragon belting, "How could it be? [echoes] That you don't love me anymooooooore..." right before me! Maybe I should shelve my Mulan video for a while to avoid this confusion.

Trivia: The song was in Eddie Murphy's 1985 album.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Rain on my parade

Today being a Thursday, I was off-duty from work and had all my day planned out: pancakes and coffee with a friend in the morning, devote the entire afternoon for thesis-writing, and then cap the day off with my usual evening delight of free dinner cum TV goofing with the Abrigo brothers.

The pancakes happened (plus hash brown and sausage on the side, yum!), afternoon paper: negative (which is a real shame because I ended up nailed on my seat updating this blog's layout), dinner was a blast (2 helpings of Denise' pesto downed with Coke). My day was nearly perfect, except that what I didn't see forthcoming was an unsolicited afternoon dose of boiling point that made my stomach cringe until dinner was served.

I was like a bomb that was to go off any millisecond, but managed to cover up the steam just in time for the impending explosion. It just irks me when some narrow-minded people pretend to be smart-aleck and then claim that they're being deprived of things that aren't theirs for keeps in the first place. All the more irritating is when these people are being downright accusative and unreasonable to innocent souls who are just hanging tough to have a fruitful day. Argh! The thought of it just pisses me off.

Some rain.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Change the topic

I don't know but I just have it in me, and I didn't even notice that I've developed such a skill over time. Maybe because I pay attention to details, no matter how gibberish they are. Or it comes as an add-in -- like a happy meal toy -- to being obsessively compulsive?

It's my classic trait that whenever my attention span expires, I can somehow shift from one indulgence to another. It gets so automatic that for most instances, I get lost in the way (read: where were we? we were talking about...). What surprises me is that different people, even those from far-flung continents (and I am not exaggerating) whom I've had the opportunity to rub elbows with, from close friends to mere acquaintances, tend to notice this characteristic. That if there's one day that they can all convene and gather around in one table, my guess is that they can only whip up one sentence to describe this side of me: a walking diversion.

No, I honestly don't do it intentionally, or if and when I do, I could be leisurely caught red-handed if you're inherently queer. It troubles me at times, as if it's a gift (or a curse) that's uncalled for. But if and when I sense that pattern of being sidetracked (especially whenever I get so consumed at something), I would allow my company the liberty to give me that sought-after hard tap on the shoulder to snap me out of it and bring me back to earth. That way, I wouldn't have a toilsome time finding my way back to where I was from the beginning.

There are benefits to changing topics (that I've enjoyed myself) along the way, though. To name a few (and the list can grow longer):

(1) It offers even more subjects to talk about
(2) It saves your face just when you're being put in hot water
(3) It transmits signals of your disinterest about something, and get away with it


Disadvantages:

(1) It makes your face all worn-out from talking
(2) It gets annoying
(3) It traps you in a labyrinth that you yourself conjured up


*Sigh!*

It's not my grand ambition to become a mistress of diversions. And so I would love to take that hard shoulder-tap whenever necessary.

All right. Change topic…

Friday, July 22, 2005

Stubborn butterflies in my stomach

9:19AM
Computer in my face

Reckoning day has come. This afternoon at 2PM marks my turn in that chopping board called panel presentation. Don't get me wrong, I'm really excited about all these (fast forward to April 2006: graduation day)...so excited that I think I'm overdoing it, hence, the fluttering butterflies.

They started coming in last night. Ever had that thing when you're absolutely sure about all the nitty gritty of something and yet somewhere deep down there, you feel like you're not sure anymore? Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. It's the jitters.

But last night, I've decided to not give room to pressure, although admittedly (like most people I know), I work best when I'm cramming (but I don't recommend that...it drains a lot of fried chicken in your system, I'm telling you). So I slept on it. This morning, I was 7 minutes late for work. Darn! How irresponsible. Not after getting an office memo for habitual tardiness...

I better get my hands dirty. Wait, I know. COFFEE is the remedy.

Argh! Let me just get this done and over with...okay...breathe...


-- o0o --
3:35PM
All smiles at the PC

Today is a happy, a happy day
Today is a happy, a happy day...
['tis the music in my head. my niece can carry its tune like a 7-year-old diva]

Yipeee!!! I'm done (for the time being, that is)! What a big thorn taken out of my flesh. More thorns are still up for pulling, but let me relish this moment and mind about those later.

It's really terrifying to kill time. Hours ago, I felt like my heart was in my throat and only this (see my thumb and index finger only half an inch apart?) close to being popped out of my mouth! But now, it has settled back down in my rib cage.

I figured that coffee was not the remedy, but singing away the throbbing did the trick!

The one-hour presentation went on smoothly. It may be because it's a relief that the Dean was my undergrad thesis adviser, panelist #2 being one of the bosses in our library who knows me, and panelist #3 did not make it on schedule (she's based out of town). Fortunately, the questions raised were the same queries I have anticipated. My strategy: throw the questions back at them. Their response: route the same questions back to me, but this time with my much-needed answers. Clever.

They liked my research proposal. Both of them agreed that my paper has promise. Panelist #2, however, posed this not-so-mean comment just as I was about to leave the applications room, "I thought you've graduated long ago, Christine? Have you been sleeping all this time?"

Wow. Psychic.
So there. I passed.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Mickey mouse is dead...

...Manuel killed him. Hu-hu-hu!!!

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Italian librarian is not guilty

An Italian Librarian was accused of lending an allegedly obscene book to a 14-year-old researcher. The verdict: NOT GUILTY.

See articles below (lifted from the IFLA website).


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Not Guilty: Final Verdict on Italian Librarian Accused of Lending an Obscene Book to a Minor
(Press release 20 June 2005)

IFLA/FAIFE are extremely pleased to announce that the Italian librarian recently accused of lending an obscene book to a minor, has been acquitted on appeal of all charges.

In his judgment on the 17th June, the judge deemed the accusation levelled at the librarian to be false. The book in question was a legally published work recommended for teenagers by the Italian Ministry of Work and Welfare as part of anti-drug campaign. The judge found that the book itself was not obscene and consequently it will again be included on the shelves of the "Sorbelli" public library in Fanano. In a month, the full verdict will be filed and published. Furthermore, the Italian Parliament may consider to pass legislation that protects librarians.

The trial result is a victory for all librarians who seek to promote the right to know and the right to provide uninhibited access to information - without any restrictions and opposing any form of censorship.


-- o0o --

Censorship in Italy - a librarian on trial on the 17th of June
(Press release Friday, 10 June 2005)

An Italian librarian has lent a legally published book to a minor of 14 and is at risk of a sentence. The book entitled Scopami (Fuck me) by Virginie Despentes is generally available in libraries and is not classified as pornography. The book appears on a list of recommended books for teenagers issued by the Italian Ministry of Work and Welfare as part of anti-drug campaign. However, the librarian has been accused under art. 528 of the Italian Criminal Code which penalises anyone who keeps or distributes an obscene written document; with the term 'obscene' defined in the following paragraph (art. 529) as anything that is an offence against decency. The next hearing is scheduled for 17th June in the Court of Pavullo (Modena).

The Judge is to decide whether the book is or is not obscene and if the librarian is therefore guilty under art. 528 of distributing an obscene written document.

IFLA is deeply concerned about this attempt to incriminate the work of librarians and violate the right of library users to access relevant resources and services without any restrictions and any form of censorship in accordance with Article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, the UNESCO/IFLA Public Libraries Manifesto and the Glasgow Declaration on Libraries, Information Services and Intellectual Freedom.

In addition to upholding the principle of the right to know, IFLA is particularly concerned in this case that the charges seek to punish the librarian for doing her job of meeting the needs of clients and informing the community. The book in question has not only been published by a reputable publisher but also recommended by a governmental ministry as a resource for a campaign on the important issue of teenage drug use. Making it available responded to a social need. The librarian should not be penalised for this, says the Chair of the IFLA/FAIFE Committee Professor Paul Sturges.

The role of libraries and their staff is to uphold and promote the principles of intellectual freedom and to provide uninhibited access to information - without any restrictions and opposing any form of censorship. The selection and availability of library materials and services shall be governed by professional considerations and not by political, moral and religious views. Upholding these principles, libraries serve as gateways to knowledge offering essential support for independent decision-making.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

50 pesos a day

With an additional bill due this month (apart from the usual), it's official: I am now P2,000 poorer.

When this horrifying fact dawned on me 4 days ago, I've got no other choice but to budget what's left for me. To survive until the next payday, I have to shrink into a blanket of P50 everyday. That would mean no Kitkat Whites, no special pens, and...oh, and it breaks my heart...no fried chicken trips to my favorite restaurant.

When will I ever graduate from living a life in subsistence economy??!

Sunday, July 17, 2005

U.P. fight!!!

"Are we winning?! Are we? Are we?"

The very last time I was ever into basketball games was in 6th grade, when my classmates cheered for their favorite players (not necessarily because these boys were good at the sport, but PRIMARILY because they're cute and appealing), while me and my Dad screamed at the TV whenever our team gets fouled, as if it's possible to strangle that bald referee (remember that bald guy in the early '90s?).

[sidebar: I have this ill manner of shutting off the TV just when the game is in its final minutes! I couldn't contain the excitement!]

When the UAAP opened its 68th season this year, most (to my knowledge) of us from the university were in a way, resolved that U.P.'s basketball team wouldn't make it, as usual (Just in this particular sport, I mean. We're the team to beat in other categories). But as of late, they've been remarkably displaying progress! They're on top!

[sidebar: For the record, we're used to seeing U.P.'s basketball team at the loser's bracket]

Last weekend, I caught U.P.'s pit game against De La Salle (defending champion) with Vincent and his brothers in their apartment. While all of them yelled with all their might, I was up and about, restless. I went to the toilet, peeped on the TV, cleared up their sink, peeped in again, walked to and fro, occasionally asking the guys what's been happening. I looked stupid...until I heard them say that we've won!

Will we make it? It's too early to predict now.

We're scouting for tickets for the next game ;-)






Saturday, July 16, 2005

July 22 is judgment day

More on school...

God heeded my plea for my college to give me that precious call I've long been waiting for in weeks. This morning, the College Secretary's assistant informed me that my paper presentation's going to be this coming Friday!

My panel shall consist of 3 professors, including the Dean. I'm excited and anxious at the same time! Am keeping my fingers crossed (I'm actually doing it now). I just pray I'll survive the grilling...

...and I know I will *wink! wink!*