Last Saturday of March 2012: Recalling a Conversation with the Colonel’s Wife, “The Hunger Games,” and Robert Greene

One of the best things about self’s first trip to India was meeting the Colonel and his wife, the couple that run The Colonel’s Resort in Bir.

Oh, how self loved this couple. Their generosity and kindness were unmatched.

They always joined self for meals (and the food was always very good).  During one of her last meals in Bir, the Colonel’s wife said:  “You should treat people the way they deserve to be treated.”

Self thinks the conversation revolved around how the Colonel’s wife manages to run a resort, what are the difficulties, and so forth.  It can’t be easy, being a woman in India, which in many places still holds women to the traditional roles of helpmate, housekeeper, wife and mother.

When the Colonel’s wife said to self:  “You should treat people . . . ” self recognized immediately that this was a simple but profound statement.  Something, in other words, that self would remember to the end of her days.

Today, the husband and self went to see “The Hunger Games.”  This is a passable adaptation, and Jennifer Lawrence was right for her role.  But the men were pretty much (with the exception of Woody Harrelson, who plays Haymitch, mentor to District 12′s tributes Katniss and Peeta) generic wimps.  Self also didn’t understand why everyone looked so well-fed, when “hunger” seemed to be a crucial issue in the districts outside the Capitol.  For heaven’s sake, isn’t that the point? That the scarcity of food makes people willing to fight one another for it?  There’s a reason, dear blog readers, that the book and movie are called The Hunger Games!!!

Self deliberately kept herself from reading the last 50 pages of the book, because she wanted to feel some suspense while watching the movie.  Self would just like to say:  the last 15 minutes or so of the movie seem so rushed.  And the Elizabeth Banks character, who in the movie is so delicious to look at, practically disappears after the games begin.

Now, self is home.  She is still extremely jet-lagged.  She thinks she will just crawl into bed and try and catch some zzzz’s.  It just so happens that self was reading Robert Greene’s The 48 Laws of Power in the wee hours of this morning, so it makes sense to pick up from where she left off.  Here’s an excerpt from p. 100:

Image:  A Cord That Binds

The cord of mercy and gratitude is threadbare, and will break at the first shock.  Do not throw such a lifeline.  The cord of mutual self-interest is woven of many fibers and cannot easily be severed.  It will serve you well for years.

Authority:  The shortest and best way to make your fortune is to let people see clearly that it is in their interests to promote yours.

Reversal:  Some people will see an appeal to their self-interest as ugly and ignoble.  They actually prefer to be able to exercise charity, mercy, and justice, which are their ways of feeling superior to you:  When you beg them for help, you emphasize their power and position.  They are strong enough to need nothing from you except the chance to feel superior.  This is the wine that intoxicates them.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Still Happy

Self is happy to be home.  Yes, in spite of the fact that the San Francisco Bay Area is still chilly, and a pesky cough seems to have returned.

Looking through more mail, self finds a rejection from The Alaska Quarterly Review that she chooses to read as cryptically encouraging (if that is not too much of an oxymoron):  “Many thanks” handwritten in the bottom of the rejection note, but no signature.  Still, would an editor have bothered to write “Many thanks” if self’s story had not had some redeeming qualities?  Wouldn’t the rejection note have been left alone if the work was simply un-interesting and un-involving?  You see how the addition of a hand-written “Many Thanks” throws self off completely, dear blog readers?

(Self, there you go again, continually parsing codes.  Not to mention, embarking on the xxxth digression of the year. Focus, self, focus!)

Other stuff in the backlog of mail:  the Archbishop’s Annual Appeal

It is already the end of March.  How quickly the time has flown!  Upcoming on the calendar are :

  • April Fool’s Day:  Sunday, April 1
  • Good Friday:  Friday, April 6
  • Easter Sunday:  April 8
  • Bataan Day (Philippines):  April 9 (commemorates the Fall of Bataan, April 1942, which culminated in the infamous Death March)
  • Tax Day:  April 17
  • Earth Day:  April 22
  • ANZAC Day (Australia and New Zealand):  April 25
  • Arbor Day; South African Freedom Day:  Friday, April 27

Self’s Zen Mind calendar has the following reflection for March:

To open your innate nature and to feel something from
the bottom of your heart, it is necessary to remain silent.

The accompanying illustration is a pen and ink painting of Mount Fuji by the artist Shogetsu, who was active in the latter part of the Meiji Era, from roughly 1880 to 1890.  There is a museum dedicated to his work in Wakakusa, Japan

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The Good and the Excellent

Self’s head is (as usual) spinning like a top, but here goes:  a tally of the Good and the Excellent (happening to self as well as to Beloved Others).  Self is refusing to acknowledge the Bad, as she now believes (via Cousin Marilou’s Facebook wall yesterday) that one must Change your Mind to Transform Your Life

  • The Fabulous Kathleen continues in the Philippines; self keeps up with Mz K’s peregrinations via FB.
  • Zack is coming to Bacolod –  soon!
  • The latest issue of the Asian American Literary Review is out.  This issue’s theme is “Generations.”  There is an open forum on this theme with a small contribution by self.  Other forum contributors:  Katie Leo, Ravi Shankar, Mariam B. Lam and Richard Oyama.
  • Self is finally over the gastroenteritis/ stomach flu/ whatever that was that made her cough out her insides for 3+ days, starting last Saturday.
  • Self has at last experienced (only for the third time in the past decade) the fabulousness of Ilonggo cuisine at 21 on Lacson Street.
  • Self dropped by the Balay Daku.
  • Self remembered that Manang Jopay’s birthday is this coming Sunday (and there is still time for self to get her a present –  YAY!)
  • Self hasn’t heard from her lawyer –  BWAH.  HA.  HAAA!
  • Self received her usual batch of rejections –  but since self is not at home and the husband declines to read them to her, self doesn’t feel the sting of rejection quite so keenly.
  • Self’s bright blue nail polish chipped –  which means self now has an excuse to visit the Salon again.
  • Self has decided to add Sagay to her list of places to visit:  it’s the hometown of the current governor of Negros Occidental, Marañon (Self thinks he is doing such a great job –  especially with regards to Negros’ agricultural industry.  And he’s decidedly not one of those landed rich)

Pancit Molo Goodness. From Ripples Café

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

More Sun Tzu Now (Robert Greene’s 48 LAWS OF POWER)

Thank you, Bacolod cousins, for opening self’s eyes and introducing her to this book, which is full of wise advice for how to survive in a bruising all-get-out battle.  And thank you, too, Adrian Goldsworthy, for showing just how much of Julius Caesar’s success on the battlefield was due to preparation and the remarkable Roman engineering feats that enabled the construction of huge siege towers and ramparts, sometimes in a matter of just days!

Here’s Robert Greene’s Law # 39:

STIR UP WATERS TO CATCH FISH

Anger and emotion are strategically counterproductive.  You must always stay calm and objective.  But if you can make your enemies angry while staying calm yourself, you gain a decided advantage.  Put your enemies off-balance:  Find the chink in their vanity through which rattle them and you hold the strings.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Switching Calendars

Such a wet, dreary day.  Yesterday, a calendar arrived in the mail from Australia.  It was from Jeanette R, who self has known since grade school.  Jeanette went to the University of the Philippines, married a fellow student, then emigrated with him to Australia.  She’s been teaching in the University of New South Wales for decades. Every year, for the past 20 years — maybe more — a calendar comes from Australia.  Beautiful, gorgeous calendars.

Self has never been to Australia.  Perhaps she should put that on her bucket list for 2012.

Self already has a 2012 calendar:  she bought this one months ago (because it was on sale — bwah, ha, ha!)  The calendar she bought was a calendar of Zen Buddhist sayings such as:

  • When we are trying to be active and special and to accomplish something, we cannot express ourselves.  Small self will be expressed, but big self will not appear from the emptiness.  From the emptiness only great self appears (February 2012)
  • To open your innate nature and to feel something from the bottom of your heart, it is necessary to remain silent. (March 2012)

The Australian calendar has very little by way of description, just the photographs themselves with one-line captions:  The Usual Suspects on the Monaro Plain (a photograph of great, big, woolly sheep — or are those rams?); Pastoral country near Bowraville; St. Savious’s Cathedral, Goulburn (The camera angle, the sky, the church — this photograph  is spectacular); Tulip Top Gardens on the Old Federal Highway; Camel Rock near Bermagui; Campbell Rhododendron Gardens, Blackheath.

Australian holidays and other special days are marked:

  • Australia Day (First Fleet arrives at Sydney Cove, 1788):  January 26
  • Queen Elizabeth II born (1926):  April 21
  • Cook lands at Botany Bay (1770):  April 29
  • Father’s Day:  September 2
  • Armistice Day (1918):  November 11
  • Boxing Day:  December 26

What an interesting calendar!

On the other hand, referring back to the Zen Buddhist calendar, days not marked on the Australian calendar are:

  • Chinese New Year – Year of the Dragon (January 23)
  • International Holocaust Remembrance Day (January 27)
  • Groundhog Day (February 2)
  • Mardi Gras (February 21)
  • Tax Day (April 17)
  • Arbor Day (April 27)
  • Annual Solar Eclipse (May 20) –  Mis-spelled as “Annular Solar Eclipse”
  • Ascension of Baha’u'llah (May 29)
  • World Environment Day (June 5)
  • Flag Day (June 14)
  • World Refugee Day (June 20)
  • Dalai Lama’s Birthday (July 6)
  • Ramadan Begins (July 20)
  • International Literacy Day (September 8)
  • Grandparents Day (September 9)
  • International Day of Peace (September 21)
  • Moon Festival (September 29)
  • Mahatma Gandhi’s Birthday (October 2)
  • United Nations Day (October 24)
  • Election Day (November 6)
  • Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day (December 7)
  • Human Rights Day (December 10)
  • Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe (December 12)

Hmmm, perhaps self will stick to the Zen Buddhist calendar after all.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

2nd Sunday of October 2011: University Avenue, Downtown Palo Alto

The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear.

Self found this little watercolor in son’s room today (His room is like a museum.  Step inside, and self half expects son to be lounging on the bed).  The painting was of bright orange lilies.  The quote, above the lilies, was identified simply as “Zen Wisdom.”

A few minutes ago, self checked her e-mail and found a message from son.  She just got back from Bacolod, and her nerves have been a-jangle.  This weekend, she was alone, since hubby is in Manila.  She walked Bella, whose tail wags every time, all throughout the walk, notwithstanding the fact that she is almost 16 years old.

Earlier in the day, self made the trek to the Apple Store on University Avenue in downtown Palo Alto, the store she considers the “mother ship.”  From a block away (She’d parked near Gelato Classico, because of course there’s no sense in self’s going to Palo Alto without partaking of her favorite indulgence), she didn’t notice anything unusual.  It was only as she was preparing to cross the last intersection that she noticed a small crowd standing before the entrance to the store.  They were all standing absolutely still, as if gathered for prayer.  The feeling was solemn (which, as anyone who’s ever walked around downtown Palo Alto knows, is far from being the general mood of the place).  And the windows of the store, from top to bottom, were covered with different colors of post-it notes.  Some notes had words, some had just a scrawl, some had dark ink hearts.  There were newspapers, folded open to articles about Jobs.  There were flowers, bunches and bunches of flowers.  There were orchids, there were potted plants.  The store was open, people were wandering in and out.  Most of the passersby stopped, and the ones with children reined them in and held them back from trampling the flowers.

And of all days, this was the day when self forgot to bring her camera.  Here’s a picture she took with her cell:

Apple Store, University Avenue, Downtown Palo Alto, the Sunday After Steve Jobs Passed Away

Today was also the day when:

  • Self placed her novella about a mail-order bride, Marife.  The e-mail was in her “In” box, early this morning.  She had sent the manuscript out in July.
  • Self got a letter asking her to submit to a new anthology.
  • Self got an acceptance for “Flight,” a story she wrote earlier this year.  Niece G has read it.  So has Lillian H.  Self e-mailed Lillian right away; she’ll wait for this Sunday to tell niece.

Self has stories in the current issues of Our Own Voice and Storysouth.  Another story has just been picked up by the Asian American Literary ReviewUsed Furniture Review is going to publish “Jesters.”  While she was in Bacolod, in September, she got an honest rejection from an editor who had quite a number of things to say about a six-page piece.

Self doesn’t know how or when she entered this zone.  She only knows that, along with Gracie’s passing, and three trips to Bacolod (She also had one in December, but that counts as 2010), 2011 is such an incredible year.

Mostly, self is grateful that she is still alive and kicking, that son is in a good Ph.D. program, that Bella is still alive and kicking, that she and hubby still own a house, that her garden made it through the summer with hardly any plants dying, and that she is still doing what she loves most, which is writing.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Worship in the Philippines

Self bumped into Charles Tan at the Manila International Book Festival today.  Also, Ambeth Ocampo, very busily engaged in signing copies of his books while being deluged by worshipful citizens.  Also saw:  Nadine Sarreal, Gwen Galvez, and Karina Bolasco.  These women give credence to one of Dearest Mum’s sayings:  “In the Philippines, women don’t grow old.  Only the karabaw do.”

If self really cared about her appearance, she would move to the Philippines (which is terribly impractical; if not impossible)

In the meantime, self is engaged in reading a book called:  Horacio de la Costa, S. J.:  Selected Essays on the Filipino and His Problems Today , edited by Roberto M. Paterno and published in 2002.  Fr. de la Costa, who taught at the Ateneo, was a great Filipino historian and writer.  In one of the essays, called “The Role of Religious Women in Asia Today,”  self gleans this fascinating nugget of information:

“When the Spaniards first came to Maynila, they found the women worshipping a wooden image in a pandan grove in what is now the district of Ermita.  It was the image of a woman, and the Spaniards very naturally presumed that it was an image of the Virgin Mary, brought by some wandering Franciscan missionary around the time of Marco Polo.  They dressed it up in velvet and cloth of gold and put a crown on its head and called it Nuestro Señora de Guia.  But some time ago an architect got permission to cut a small piece from the base of the image and test it; and he found that it was molave, which suggests that it was carved in the Philippines and was not brought here from Europe.”

Fascinating, isn’t it, dear blog readers?

Stay tuned.

He Was Wise / A Gorgeous Book

What if, by some miracle, this present turned out to be a dream, a hideous nightmare, and we were to awake renewed and cleansed, strong, upright and proud?  Why do we never try to stand again when once we’ve fallen?  When we lose one thing why don’t we search for another?  I want our lives to be holy, sublime and solemn as the vault of heaven.  Let us live!  The thief on the cross had hope even though he had less than an hour left to him, and the sun only rises once a day, so take hold of what’s left of your life and save it.

–   Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, by way of Whiskey River

*     *     *     *

And, here’s a gorgeous-looking book.  Feast your eyes, dear blog readers (Courtesy of one of self’s bookmarked sites:  the Global Volcanism Program.  If you still haven’t caught on by now:  self has a thing about volcanoes.  Why else did she name this blog Kanlaon?)

HAPPY EASTER!

Predicting

Sometimes self really wants to know how things will turn out.

She wants to know, really wants to know, the answers to questions like:

Will children always love their parents, to the day they die?

Or: Is dying really painful?

Sometimes, self would like to know the outcome before she begins.  For instance, when one is beginning to write something new, wouldn’t it help to know whether it is any good?  Before one ends up writing 300 more pages, that is?  So that one would be spared from having to waste all that time?

There are times, such as the present, when the vagaries of life really confound self.

Who knew, for instance, that Ying would end up dying at age 37?

Or that self’s cousin K, whose dad died just a few months ago, would himself be dying of the same type of cancer that killed his father?  But that’s not the real mystery.  The real mystery is how K bears it all with so much dignity, for he is going through this terrifying process in a most matter-of-fact way, exhibiting no visible fear.  Really, when self was growing up with K, and they would play their childish games, she never suspected that all along he possessed this core of stoic heroism.  He was just her cousin K.  Now, to self, he is magnificent.  But nothing prepared her for this knowledge.  Who knew, dear blog readers, who knew?

Self would like to end this post with a quote from Sage Master Shih Cheng-Yen.  Here is his Still Thought # 68:

Stopping halfway is more difficult and tiring than progressing toward reaching the final goal.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

Here’s the Thing

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Yesterday was quite an amazing day as self got the absolutely amazing news that a story of hers was a finalist in a flash fiction contest. Self’s been trying for years to get into this journal, with no luck. And now she’s a finalist?

The prize was $500.

Unfortunately or perhaps just unluckily, the story was “Appetites,” which is in the current issue (# 31) of cool website Cafe Irreal.

Alas!  She had so little faith in her chances (or is perhaps too much a creature of impulse) that, yes indeed, amazing as it may seem, she submitted the exact same piece to the contest and to Cafe Irreal, which published it. (Then again, dear blog readers, what are the odds? Of you becoming a finalist in a contest? Given the fact that there are hundreds of writers equally or perhaps more talented than you, all of them also submitting to contests? Isn’t becoming a contest finalist then akin to the rich man going through the eye of a needle, or whatever analogy the Bible used to illustrate the difficulty of getting into heaven?)

Self had to withdraw from the contest, today.

Here are a couple of thoughts that presented to self:

There is always a first time for everything. So now self has the unique honor of knowing how it feels to have to excuse herself from a contest in which she has become (quite improbably) a finalist.

Also:  What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger?  Hopefully?

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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