tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74456022491138727612024-03-14T11:24:06.013+08:00Yapak / YakapBroadcasts from whereverBeahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-48088027569814124602019-05-18T00:24:00.001+08:002019-05-18T00:40:05.754+08:00Poblacion's Semana Santa Preparations (Circa Last April)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Before being dubbed "Williamsburgos", Poblacion was often referred to as "Old Makati" (the way we refer to Escolta and etc. as "Old Manila"), with its centuries-old church, wet market, and old homes. I was delighted to find out, rather belatedly, that Semana Santa or Holy Week in Poblacion is a super big deal not just for its residents but for devotees from all over the metropolis, who make their way here each year to view and participate in the procession and <i>pabasa</i>. I am fascinated by it all, but am actually late to the game of appreciating religious celebrations, so I hope you forgive me if I have inaccuracies or incomplete information.<br />
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Each neighborhood is loosely organized into a <i>samahan </i>(association) that builds and manages a <i>kubol</i> (literally, a kind of temporary shelter or booth) each with its own unique religious statue (or two). The <i>kubol</i> is actually a tableau that is to be part of the <i>kalbaryo</i>, a procession narrating Jesus' journey of suffering up until his crucifixion and burial. You will find constructed scenery of differing quality, sometimes just a single printed tarp as background, other times, an elaborate, <i>perya</i>-horror-house levels.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">Everybody gathers around to watch the <i>kubol</i> construction.<br />
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The <i>kubol</i> is also the site of a kind of marathon <i>pabasa</i>–literally a "reading" of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pasyon" style="font-style: italic;">pasyon</a>, Jesus' life and suffering rendered into Philippine epic narrative form. It is generally read from a book and sung to some tunes commonly used for the purpose (most are played over speakers in MIDI form). The <i>pabasa</i> is activated on Holy Wedesnday (when a procession places a crucifix in each <i>kubol</i>) and ends on Good Friday. I heard that our local parish priest had called out in a disparaging manner that some people use recordings of the <i>pasyon</i> instead of actually singing or reciting it. Interesting how a syncretic element has become something of importance to the Church institution itself!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">The <i>pasyon</i> "songbook". The text at the bottom states: "The path of the Lord is the path of love".</td></tr>
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In the days leading up to Holy Wednesday, a fiesta-like atmosphere prevails. Streets are closed off, residents loiter around both the construction of the <i>kubol</i> and the decorations of carriages that will ferry the statues around during Holy Friday procession. But even before either the processions or <i>pabasa</i> begin, some casual drinking and loafing occurs at the newly "opened up" chunks of public space. There are always opinions being flung around about this floral arrangement or the color of some faux rocks.<br />
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Solicitations also abound at this time for things like construction materials, official <i>samahan </i>t-shirts, and refreshments for devotees burning the midnight oil at the <i>pabasa</i>. Our local <i>samahan </i>promised, in exchange for our donation, unli-coffee and the privilege to hang around anytime. And because Holy Week this year came right before the mid-term elections, mayoral and <i>konsehal</i> candidates topped the handwritten lists of donations that hung at almost every <i>kubol</i>, a soft form of campaigning achieved by donating around Php500-Php2,500.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Failed mayoral candidate Jun-Jun Binay tops this list of donors.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-55850229345821477022019-05-13T23:08:00.000+08:002019-05-15T23:16:00.550+08:00Kamuning Branches for a Kalbaryo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A week before Semana Santa or Holy Week this year, a couple of men began pruning our neighbor's <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murraya_paniculata">kamuning</a></i> (orange jessamine) shrub. I stepped out to "salvage" some fragrant flowers and have a chat with them. I learned that every year they prune the tree free of charge, using the hardy citrus-like foliage to dress up their neighborhood <i>kalbaryo</i> in Mandalauyong.<br />
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-75115378651220002442018-07-16T20:41:00.001+08:002018-07-17T15:01:17.373+08:00Breakfast at Portabaga Falls, Santa Praxedes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everything extremely fresh: sautéed-yet-tender eggplant, a fried egg (the way I like it the few times I have it––devoid of runniness), with tomatoes that were slightly tart and not savory.</td></tr>
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Along the 5+ hour drive from Tuguegarao to the Santa Praxedes multipurpose hall (basketball court), we stopped at <a href="https://blauearth.com/2015/05/04/the-portabaga-falls-park-and-resort/">Portabaga Falls</a> for a government-sponsored breakfast<br />
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It turned out to be a "pescetarian" spread––fried eggplant topped with those bright red northerly tomatoes, fried eggs, and some small fried fish (<i>dilis</i>). Literally a lighter, coastal version of the heavy meat-centric rice-and-beef versions that are usually available along the roadsides in the province. Save for the fish, everything was probably a tinge less savory than one would expect, but that is always remedied by the available <i>sawsawan</i> (this time it was soy sauce with vinegar).<br />
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-35046470556643803502018-06-19T08:47:00.002+08:002018-06-19T08:48:07.413+08:00Tuguegarao Tricycles<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are cool things about Tuguegarao, but air quality isn't one of them. As previously mentioned, your lungs won't be particularly happy in the city. It seems as though all the outlawed two-strokes of the Philippines were sent there to die. In general, one of the most hostile-to-pedestrians small cities in the country. </div>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-72188988623773024102018-06-09T09:28:00.002+08:002018-06-09T09:28:27.052+08:00Signs of Indian Life in Tuguegarao<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There seem to be a few shops owned by Indians in downtown Tuguegarao. There is also an <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Tuguegarao-Indian-Food-Express-1792933910948446/">Indian food delivery service</a>.<div>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-68109475619134776212018-06-07T06:46:00.000+08:002018-06-09T09:28:40.974+08:00Metropolitan Cathedral of Tuguegarao<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-11901599637524167362018-06-06T09:43:00.001+08:002018-06-07T06:46:53.820+08:00Tuguegarao Improvisations<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I realized I hadn't been to an entirely new place in a long time.<br />
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I had been traveling, but to the same places all the time, and not really documenting anything, sometimes just going to the same spots everyday and watching the sunset. Going deep and getting accustomed and being pensive and actually a bit reclusive. Call it... Getting old? Not having a smartphone? Living in these times? Recent political events had left me feeling mentally dulled. As time passed, though, things remained consistently absurd enough to turn almost interesting, and I started taking photos again and poking my nose around like I used to.<br />
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Tuguegarao was a brief trip in March. I felt pretty much like my old self. It was the "entirely new place" thing, I believe.<br />
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Tuguegarao is a city neglected by its government. It is infested with cars and tricycles, and being a pedestrian is pretty tough. But its people are some of the nicest, and they've managed to shape their lives around an unplanned, vehicle-centric situation. Walking around is something of a healthy hazard (that's coming from a perpetually smog-enveloped Manileña), but during off-hours it's not so bad.<br />
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Anyway here are a couple of small things from there:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Repurposed plastic container tricycle accessory.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plastic cup inserts for holes on a gutter cover. Maybe things kept falling inside? Maybe it smelled bad?</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-15130549116635687602018-01-11T19:51:00.000+08:002018-01-11T19:51:02.868+08:00Sidewalk Loafing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A food vending couple takes a break on a Manila sidewalk.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-11549739597004294542018-01-05T00:25:00.000+08:002018-01-05T00:26:08.340+08:00Ambulant Clam Vendor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A dude claimed to be selling abalones and scallops from San Narciso, Quezon. He hyped us up so hard that I forgot for a moment how actual abalones looked, and that scallop shells are, well, scalloped.<br />
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We ended up buying some "just for the experience" (I don't even eat the stuff, but I made <a href="https://www.maangchi.com/recipe/jeonbokjuk">abalone porridge</a> with the non-abalones), and the guy shuffled away to his Korean restaurant <i>suki. </i>I suppose they are well aware what these clams are. I will update this post if I get to identify them.<br />
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Despite the misinformation, I am nonetheless pleased at this free agent making his way through our urban capillaries and hawking rural goods.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.800000190734863px;">Cool how the net bag bunches up when he pulls the string to hang it back up!</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-42870003504628627922018-01-03T02:04:00.001+08:002018-01-05T00:28:46.522+08:00Backyard Farm Tobacco<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Filipinos are lucky to have access to tobacco leaves in remarkably raw form. As in: whole leaves, recently harvested, then cured or dried. I am neither a smoker nor a chewer of the leaf, but I happen to be a compulsive buyer, because I am in awe at their limp, leathery goodness. As I have tried smoking a fat stick of chewing tobacco, and because I have recently heard (so it is still hearsay actually) that they are two separate types of tobacco planted here (and that you cannot smoke the chewing sort), I am motivated to pry more, and will do so in the following weeks.<br />
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Anyway, Siquijor Island has only one man growing tobacco. He sells it to smokers and to healers, who use it for rituals. He maintains the field next to his house and one nearby, and air-dries them by his front porch. He also tried to sell me large seashells.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A porch drying area, with a small workspace for this one-man operation.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house, as seen from the street.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everything is religious on this island.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waste tobacco.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The farmer unties a sack of his cured / dried leaf stash.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fresh leaves, just harvested and ready for hanging.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-45090428911235661662017-06-25T21:40:00.000+08:002017-06-26T15:34:48.817+08:00In Gentrifying Poblacion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yep, I'm still here.<br />
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When I first moved to Poblacion three years ago, everything felt exciting. It was gritty, which I like. I know, I know. I was probably part of the initial wave of gentrifiers to settle in.<br />
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People have gone from raising their eyebrows at me (and saying a small prayer for my safety and wellbeing) to asking me to give them "Poblacion food tours". And I still enjoy living here, but am riding this emotionally confusing wave of being able to walk to a good cafe, seeing many friends all the time, dodging cars of youthful Instagrammers on their way to whatever loud party of the night, and witnessing old (admittedly mostly crappy) structures give way to nondescript buildings. With the zoning laws of Poblacion just revised to accommodate buildings above five floors, everyone is cashing in. It makes money sense to build and then wait until this last patch of neighborhood gets devoured by Rockwellesque development or the dormant glossiness of the Century Mall area.<br />
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Nonetheless, I'm still immensely grateful for / endlessly entertained by living in a non-gated, relatively safe, walkable area in Manila (a rarity) which still gets together to build its neighborhood float for the Holy Week fiesta. The religious icons used are <a href="https://www.facebook.com/onepoblacion/posts/1900732053535755:0">passed down among "old" families</a> and lent to the neighborhood folk for decoration and parading. Some are more than a hundred years old!<br />
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Also, our barangay marching band is unparalleled, probably because we do have loads of fiestas. <a href="https://allevents.in/makati/daong-maria-2017-fluvial-parade/124477494811064">One was supposed to happen today</a> on the Pasig river, but was cancelled due to an abundance of water hyacinths.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Neighbors deciding what flowers to put on the float. </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our street float, with La Casita Mercedes in the background.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-7638395953344914222015-11-18T23:19:00.001+08:002015-11-18T23:19:43.846+08:00Frankenchair<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Poblacion market, a rocking chair frame with an office chair body. Lhazybhoi?</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-62179990102117770992015-11-12T21:53:00.001+08:002015-11-12T21:53:59.716+08:00Fishy Ferments, Makati Streetside<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Since moving out of the periurbs and into the real-urbs, I've seen a greater level of spontaneous industry. The density of people here allows for more itinerant vendors and sidewalk enterprises.<br />
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Along my walk to Makati Avenue is a sometimes-stall selling dubiously colored Pangasinense <i>bagoong</i> and vinegar by <i>takal</i> (which roughly translates into scoop), measured out into very thin plastic bags. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A business built around migrant appreciation of regional food.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pink colorant seeks to mimic the hue of tiny shrimp. No one gets it right.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An accessible dash of <i>umami </i>or sourness.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-57435301029459424722015-11-08T23:59:00.002+08:002015-11-09T01:09:12.305+08:00Fishy Ferments<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A not-unimportant part of fisherfolk income and local cuisine, and also our contribution to the world of savory protein ferments: fermented fish products, namely <i>bagoong</i> (a general word that also pertains to fermented shrimp paste) and <i>patis </i>(fish sauce). Not-unimportant because, as my former-fisher <i>hilot </i>(traditional massage therapist) claims, these salted and stored tiny fish usually ferment just in time to provide income during fishing's inevitable low seasons. Furthermore, they satisfy that key basic human need for savoriness. They are also very nutritious, providing a lot of calcium and whatnot, but that's information for a future post.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sea salt, two types of <i>bagoong</i>, and <i>patis</i>. The first <i>bagoong</i> is bonnet-head <i>terong</i>, the second is a mysterious (to me) white sort, about which all vendors have a different story. </td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-22040517639171138152015-11-05T11:34:00.001+08:002015-11-09T01:02:26.189+08:00Fishmongers' Containers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here are various improvised containers that small entrepreneurs use to bring fish to the market.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aluminum drums with perforated lids held down by synthetic rope strung through carrying handles. Smaller synthetic rope also pulls the larger rope taut.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plastic tubs with tuna inside plastic.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A crate covered by styrofoam, which has seen better days and is sewn together by plastic straw. Carrying handles have been added to crate and covered by plastic tubing for more comfortable hands.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A drum much like the first photo, but this time with a wooden cover, which also provides ventilation.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-27713714410614301612015-05-08T15:22:00.000+08:002015-11-09T01:02:26.194+08:00Fishy Interests and Hacking Tools<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I generally avoid meat and fish sections of the market. Though I am not a meat eater, I wouldn't say I have a real flesh aversion (I stop and stare and have this inner dialogue about nature being amoral) but I do avoid the slippery, smelly, humid section. Anyone who has picked scales off their wallet after dropping it on the wet floor will understand.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A fishing boat off Currimao, Ilocos Norte.</td></tr>
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But recently I have gotten interested in fisheries. Perhaps if you're from the Philippines, you already know that fisherfolk are considered some of most vulnerable, improverished people in our country. For a nation with a really long and varied coastline, that says a lot about living context-appropriately. A chef friend of mine <a href="http://www.pepper.ph/chef-from-the-philippines-joins-oceanas-save-the-ocean-feed-the-world-campaign/">has recently gotten involved with the Oceana campaign</a> for sustainable fishing, and our recent trip together got me thinking a lot about underutilized marine species, and observing the fisheries sector in general.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mallet, large knife with handle, chopping board, with fish segments.</td></tr>
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When I would ask vendors in houseware stalls selling mallet-like heavy wooden sticks with ends wrapped in rubber what they were for, I was always told they were for smacking animal or fish heads to kill them. Recently, though, I noticed that cleaver handles were in short supply, but the dull thud from the rubberized sort of clubs allowed vendors to hack away at larger tuna-family fish. I have no doubt that these are also used for chopping pork or beef.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Handle-less cleaver on chopping board.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Segment<u>.</u></td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-80742835172645712752015-05-07T13:53:00.000+08:002015-05-08T14:33:08.256+08:00Coconut Husk Circle of Protection<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Newly cemented area in Dumaguete Fruit Market, protected by a circle of coconut husks and a bunch of <i>camotes</i>.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-574119040837151802015-01-11T18:36:00.000+08:002015-01-11T18:36:12.237+08:00Mountain Dew Neon Bottles on Trees<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Mountain Dew Neon Bottles on Trees" is a definite theme of my walkings-around recently. Many neon things appall me, including these plastic bottles, but the way people tie them onto trees is fascinating. Apparently, they don't light up or anything, but provide a soft glowing effect. The bottles are driving sales in <a href="http://www.pepsicoindia.co.in/media/Press-Releases/release_10_04_11.aspx">India</a> and <a href="http://www.bangkokpost.com/print/372940/">Thailand</a>.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Poblacion, Makati.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also in Poblacion, Makati.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-33273707300904788922014-09-24T21:39:00.001+08:002014-09-24T21:39:30.396+08:00Kid Drawings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Random chalk drawings by kids around Makati. Every kid should have chalk.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mermaid.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dangling earrings.<u><br /></u></td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-71002729368558491032014-08-28T15:05:00.000+08:002014-08-28T15:56:13.528+08:00Fun in Gate Fabrication<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Every once in awhile, you see a gate or fence that is really rad (like <a href="http://yapakyakap.blogspot.com/2012/08/davao-protection-ornamentation.html">these</a> and <a href="http://yapakyakap.blogspot.com/2012/07/manila-ornamentation-protection.html">these</a>). After all, the cost of making something run-of-the-mill is often not too much less than if you apply a bit of personal touch. Luckily for us, gates here are hardly pre-fabricated, as lot entrance sizes are extremely variable, at least while the real estate market has not yet become completely (appallingly) homogenized.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An orphanage of sorts, somewhere in Muntinlupa.</td></tr>
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Take this bunch of happy, armless children, making things look very cool but also there to give integrity to the flat sheet metal. I would maim for this gate, which I believe is the gate to an orphanage. Constraints in welding materials and economy make such "best effort" attempts at human form acceptable and admirable, kind of like weaves that have geometric animals or people that make us go "oh wow". <br />
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-39315929593039368832014-08-28T12:40:00.000+08:002014-08-28T12:40:00.596+08:00Fruitmix<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet fruitmix.</td></tr>
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I dwell in the realm of "hot" "coffee-like" beverages, but the summer <b>almost </b>got me consuming the cooling <i>pampalamig </i>(cooling) beverages available to aid in temperature regulation. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ambulant vendors do well in poorly-insulated and open areas.</td></tr>
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Fruitmix is basically chopped up fruit with milk, sugar, and ice. The
cooling variety of drinks usually have fruit or jellies in them (think <i>sago't gulaman</i>, Thai iced whatever with weird jelly and fruit). You can find some version of them in all tropical places. Fruitmix is found most especially among fruit vendors, who transform their produce into this ready-to-eat/drink form. This genre of sweet-starchy drinks are
somewhere in between a beverage and a snack, a kind of low-commitment <i>merienda</i>. I rejoice when I see such populist, fresh, bordeline-junk-food maintaining popularity despite the ubiquity of commercial drinks and sweets.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fruitmix-- <i>karatula</i>-official.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-14434382535682537472014-08-27T12:23:00.004+08:002014-08-28T15:27:04.708+08:00Urban Drying of Semi-Unidentified Plant Matter<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Note: The eschewing of iThings (for the most part) has led me back to using a camera. I really enjoy the freedom of not having a device to charge all the time, as well as having a ghetto phone verging on analogue that lasts for three to five days without charging. I feel like I have part of my sense of the present back. Having the internet all the time had me bookmarking thousands of things (mostly about food and plants and stuff that I tend to rabbit-hole about in a bad way).</i><br />
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<i>This blog will be used now for both <a href="http://gardencore.blogspot.com/">garden</a> and street and whatnot posts. I'm a grown woman now, with my many responsibilities and indulgences. I have chosen to retain, as of those indulgences, understanding and enjoying this world through documentation.</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cut stem on a piece of cardboard.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunny spaces for drying plant matter and mops out.</td></tr>
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Urban
drying of a branch (or a false trunk). Likely banana, but maybe other
thing. Purpose unknown. Always nice thing to see plant use in urban
areas. This is a Pasig warehouse, where many of the workers are
migrants. We have a lot of migrants to thank for the persistence of
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-12638127006820223262014-06-13T14:56:00.004+08:002014-06-18T13:45:47.156+08:00Smut Club Signage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hotzone: fire and brimstone and women in teal two piece ensembles.</td></tr>
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In celebration of my moving into the periphery of a red light district, I bring you some images of Subic Bay's girlie bars. Born out of the testosterone glut that was a US naval base, the skin trade in the area lives on. The whole Subic area really depresses the daylights out of me, but this particular stretch of the national highway makes me feel like I'm in some novel written in the 90s. The neon, thelarge painted signs, the chunky old Caucasians in Hawaiian shirts, the crackhead parking boys and rugby-sniffing apprentices. And the girls, some of them underage, who can only imagine the glory days of the district, when the customers were strapping young American soldiers, not overweight pasty men spending their pensions in the tropics.<br />
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Many clubs rely on word-of-mouth (and lately, websites), but exclamatory mural work helps to differentiate and state the concept of the establishment. Most of the painting is designed to be seen during the night, with light-colored letters against dark backgrounds. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Angels for Sale</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Guest Relations Officers", the driest euphemism.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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Perhaps the saddest thing about the area is the resignation of the local government to the fact that women are its main product.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great tourism strategy, Olongapo.</td></tr>
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Beahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04457793258012853649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445602249113872761.post-46464590290200855372014-05-31T11:26:00.002+08:002014-06-18T13:50:32.057+08:00Easy Rider<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You can catch an "Easy Rider" to Dauin from the Dumaguete Public Market. There is (to my understanding), one terminal on each of the four sides of the market, each going to one or two destination outside the city (I've taken the Sibulan and Dauin one).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easy Rider to Zamboanguita
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The
general nature of operations of an Easy Rider is like that of a jeepney. The name is a mystery to me, as the vehicle is usually a multicab or <i>fiera</i>. It reminds me of the "bus" that used to bring me to school when I was younger. One of my school buses had a Nintendo Family Computer inside, proving that indeed, wonderful things can be done to a <i>fiera.</i> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A defunct route?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Driver documentation at the Dauin terminal, which is one of the busiest.</td></tr>
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Found in the Dauin public market, on a hot day while looking for some provisions and drinks. <br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coco_Martin">Coco Martin</a> is an actor who is famous for being a handsome young guy who is really nice to his grandmother, as well as capable of speaking in a fairly dignified and non-mangled form of Tagalog. Among other things, I suppose.</div>
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