Graphic Grace

Dani has a funny little story to tell you. It just goes to show that God does surf the internet. Graphic grace and divine providence at its all-time virtual best.

A strong gale blew all night, and I woke up to a dark, blustery morning, spotted with bursts of rain and gusty winds. Delightful. Don’t ask me why, but I love gloomy, dreary weather. Maybe because we’re coming from two and a half months of scorching sun and 45-degree heat. Well, looks like the rainy season has come a little early this year. Lovely, lovely.

Wait, now I know why I feel so good. The wind blew away the dank, brown layer of pollution that usually settles on Manila early in the morning. Today the air is clear, and a burden of lethargy and malaise has been lifted from my demeanor. I feel so bright and vibrant, despite not having had any coffee! Is this how people feel in cities with clean air? Man, I have to migrate. And soon.

Sephardic Music

Update: If you’re looking for Sephardic music, I highly recommend Songs of the Sephardim.

How delightful to have a classical music broadcaster for my beloved! Today she is playing sephardic music. I’m a big fan of ancient music, and these medieval Jewish folk songs just hit the spot. If you’re in Manila and you like classical music, tune in to 98.7 and listen in; Tiff’s program is from 9 am to 12 noon.

Netscape 6

Some of my blog pages don’t display properly in Netscape 6. That’s about 1 percent of my stats. Tough butt.

I’ve added a few new links to the menu in the past week or so: Jeremy, Noelle, Vix, and, of all people, Zeldman. Check `em out.

Insurrection

I watched Star Trek: Insurrection again yesterday, and it reminded me of why I prefer Classic Star Trek over the Next Generation, and why Next Gen doesn’t appeal to me like it used to.

I’ve been a die-hard classic-series Trekker since grade school, but when the Next Generation came out, I followed it with equal enthusiasm. For a time, it worked well, and I enjoyed it; though I never stopped loving the original series’ innocent campiness. But it was the Next Generation movies that slowly began to change my outlook on what Star Trek is becoming: Insurrection most of all.

Despite the sci-fi setting, most Star Trek episode or movie plots are centered around personal conflict: between characters, within characters. As Q implied in the final Next-Gen episode, “All Good Things,” it isn’t about exploring the farthest reaches of the universe, but exploring the uncharted depths of the human soul. Patrick Stewart, I must say, has been an excellent vehicle for this kind of storytelling: he has brought an intense profundity to the role of Captain Picard, on par with, if not exceeding, Shatner’s Kirk, Nimoy’s Spock, and Kelley’s McCoy. It’s storytelling along those veins that make Star Trek what it is in any generation.

But not in later Next-Gen movies. Insurrection wasn’t so much a good story as it was a walk through the Next Generation Technical Guide. Technological knicknacks came into focus as primary plot devices, and any kind of character development or conflict took a back seat to phaser cannons, transport disruptors, holodecks, tricorders, ramscoops, mithrion gas, subspace weapons, and warp-core ejections.

That was disappointing.

Where the classic series pitted Spock’s cold logic against McCoy’s fiery human-ness, where The Wrath of Khan drew a sharp contrast between Khan’s vengeful mania and Kirk’s middle-age anxiety, where even the unsatisfactory Next-Gen movies Generations and First Contact brought Picard’s burden of grief and trauma into focus; Insurrection utterly failed to deliver any kind of profundity or insight into the personal universe of Star Trek. A romantic interest for Picard and the “reconciliation” between the two brother races do not count.

“Macho-geeky.” That was the word I came up with to describe Star Trek: Insurrection. It’s true: all these techno-cool gimmicks came came into play, not only as Deus ex Machina devices to forward the plot, or as justification for a huge effects budget, but also to draw in the fans who love to hear things like, “Activate the ramscoop! Eject the warp core! Fire tachyon burst! Synchronize deflector shield harmonics!”

It made money, I’m sure, and gave Trekkies and Trekkers alike something to talk about, but did it uplift the deeper human dimension of Star Trek which I used to love?

If that’s what Star Trek is made of these days, then give me back the old green model Enterprise with its cardboard sets and papier-mache props and campy acting. I’ll take Captain Kirk’s interstellar soap opera any day.

Frayed

I just remembered where I got my inspiration for the plane-window design, but the realization only occurred to me after uploading. Thank you for the link, stranger from Metababy.

I hate watching Filipino noontime programming. It is annoying, degrading drivel. I don’t have the venom on my tongue right now to adequately tell you just how crappy Eat Bulaga and MTB and IBC Lunchbreak are. I would rather be checking out some white rapperz who iz takin’ ova the 2G+1. Yea, chill, u foolz.

Eleven, Twelve

Random blog index pages 11 and 12 are up. The plane window is from a photo I took on the way to Palau, for the express purpose of using it in a blog layout. So there it is.

The Denim Couches of Kamiseta

The ultimate couch, the best seat I have ever sat in, is in the Kamiseta branch in Glorietta, Makati.

It looks innocent enough: a small blue denim couch. But sit in it, and you will know why it is the ultimate couch. It is incredibly soft and wonderfully cushioned, and it does not radiate heat like everything else does in these summer months. Just sitting in it is an experience of joy. I could live in a couch like that. It just feels so darn good to sit in.

If you ever drop by Glorietta, go to Kamiseta and try sitting in any of those blue couches. You will not be disappointed.