I AM A SCIENTIST, BOW!

Please remind me to go back in here and write.  It'll keep me busy and steady.  It'll keep my mind at ease.  And it'll stop the jumping and busy people in my head to chill.  Somehow, or I just might either look for another way to loosen up, fix something, clean something, and destroy or break something anew.  Just like in everyday when one gets to find the right routine, and the acceptable which is the everyday life.  And the days and the days that would follow.  

I have to review the things that's happening right now.  Television and this invention, contraption.  This privilege and honor to just write. As what Steve Bachman always reminds writers that the the secret to writing is "Just Write".  Perhaps everything would follow.

Last night it was reported that there was a total lunar eclipse.  Not that I care so much for it, the reason is, when the local radio station reported it on TV.  I just saw the sky. Just from the windows I suppose. And there was nothing there.  Oh dear, I tried looking out to peek but saw nothing again.  It's just the streetlight. I didn't see it. 

Total Lunar Eclipse: a phenomenon that does not come everyday as they claim.  They also reported that the eclipse would happen in series giving exact dates, predicting its appearance.  Have you heard about the Holographic Moon?  Oh dear, perhaps right now is the fad is uninteresting to me.  Am I more preoccupied with something else What's going on?

Television and this invention, contraption.  This privilege and honor to just write. As what Steve Bachman always reminds writers that the the secret to writing is "Just Write".  Perhaps everything would follow.

Let me go back to whatever that is bugging me or just what is happening in my mind today.  Have you read about the story of King "Word Processor of the Gods"? Or better yet that story where a writer discovered that there were mystic beings living under his typewriter.  I'm not sure anymore if that is the right title.  But that story is about some dude who learned that there are living beings under his typewriter, he decides to feed them with bread crumbs?  I am not sure anymore if what he fed them beings like dwarfs or I don't really know.  And I can still remember that phrase "FORNIT SOME FORNUS".  Or dare I must say somehow is still stored in to my memory bank (brain).  

And Science... the big word that is SCIENCE.  Yes, we all studied science.  s.. sigh.  .. Ahchooo!  We are all scientists one way or another.  At least I can say so myself.  Look, how and how we're doing right now.  A lot of us now have handheld cameras and cellphones.  I may not know how it is made or came to be made or come into existence.  But what the heck, it is on my hand.  And not that I am being such an asshole about it, but it's just that it happened so fast.  How was that possible anyway? 

And we're getting old now.  I am a grown-up but it does not feel like I am.  What about you?  How do you feel about that? And mmmm.  Well , let me go back again to the word that is SCIENCE.  But it would be boring.  Chemistry, Mathematics, Astronomy, Biology, Entomology, Engineering, Architecture, and blah blah...The study and the study of this and that. 

Again, my coffee lost its kick.  I might need another cup.  And it really is boring,  Is it?

THE SHIFTS AND ESCAPE ARTISTS

Confusion is inept.  And certainty is divine. Secession, recession, and rebounds.  Economic ups and downs.  Downturns and nostalgic sentimental values.  Which to retain and which to maintain and which to give up alter, renovate or resurrect.  New and renew anew.  Work it out.And remember ABC. Always Be Careful.

FRONT, FRANK, HONEST AND BETWEEN THE LINES . . .

Who planned our city? Who planned yours? World Health Organization? The Who? God. Misspelling? Respelling? Do not shut me out.

CONCEPT GENERATION

I know I have attended a Concept Generation Seminar way back before I dropped out my thesis. This time I had to just be at the helm of just having to think about the last thing or the last quote said by the speaker. "JUST DO IT" Yes, that as like a sort of how you have to encounter such task as what thesis writers have to do when they start to get blocked by a certain amount of jealous friends and or envious people who just can't help themselves to see a person having the time of his life trying to change his or her destiny. Like "hey, what the heck, you can't do that!" Just because they can't be where you are, doesn't mean they're out to get you anyway.  The nerve.

RAIN, WATER, POWER AND THE SUN

Weather and seasons, names and alterations, written works, poems, verbs and sentences.  People and identities.  Technology, business, and the art.  Design, and incomprehensible coherent voices, and music.  Pop art, movies, mathematics, engineering and science.  Unwritten and unpublished ideas.  Hidden written works and the garbage.  Scalawags, resistance and reinvention.  Maintenance, and defense mechanisms.  Sex and the it.  Nature and the machine and the god of the machine.  Rands, Glimps, Kants, Freudian and the theory of every character.  The sequence of events.  Death and taxes.  Law and space and religion and health. 

Martial arts, poetry, ultra-pioneers and the godhead.  Professions and the calling.  Print media, audio and the visuals.  Love and hate, and war and peace, and books and books on the screens and the monitors.  Ease up, chill out, relax.  Food, Shelter, Clothing and the What?  What do you need? 

But there's envy, pride, and jealousy.  The hunger for happiness, wealth, and power.  The means and ways we have to reach and resolve.  By hook or by crook.  The past and the future tense.  Do you believe?   Truth has set itself free and the liars just cannot handle it.  Nerves and the flow.  The generation gaps and the degenerates.  Some were stuck to their brotherhood, sisterhood, beliefs notions, theories and families.  Family, the most basic. Nuclear family.  Aren't we strong enough?  For God, Country and Family and Self.

MOUNT RUSHMOST

It is now hard to comprehend the professional system and the regulations that seem to persist as to how and why Architecture is what it is. Say one Architect graduated, got his degree, passed the bar, took an oath, and practiced. And as he continues to do so and decides to pursue his or her career or path to be what he or she longed to be, reality sets in. Suddenly the noise became louder, the news became stranger, the preachers look devilish, the leaders look stupid, the kids looked undesirable, stares and streets and properties and food and garbage and weather. Now, of all the skills one has acquired after, be it on any other profession, one should decide from several options presented which path to focus on. The word that comes to mind is 'Specialization'. Are you good at this and that or everything other than that. Like climbing up the stairs to Mount Rushmost, you should just proceed.

SWEETPICK TO SPACESHIP AND BEYOND

A lot has just happened and continues to be so. Think about how many confusing websites one should grasp into forthwith. Blogs, posts and all written, published, and unpublished wide technical subjects. From "Sweetpick to Spacehip". There is no stopping until the heart is pomping. Right?

TRILLION PESO MAN

The idea that something  eventually happens that could change how things are put into motion, is one reason to be optimistic.  You'll never know.  The belief that someday the scenery would change and would bring forth the enlightening of everybody's minds. 

It'll start with the resource.  A surplus of resources, could take a form of a funding, reservation, manpower and management.  An abundance of something that has to be set free.  Like a spare change from everyone's pockets.  That could reach a very large amount.  An amount that could create a new town, city.  Say a Trillion pesos. A Trillion Peso resource that does not involve a bank.  Say a Trillion worth of goods and services.

Strange.  And the government intervenes...

PROJECTING A PROJECT - A VAGARY (PART I)

Less than a hundred square meter lot area.  A progressive type residential building.  Two storeys with roof deck.  On some place unfamiliar.  No guaranteed commission and no preliminary written or verbal agreement.  All talk from an architect friend.  More talk is necessary I guess.  More to discuss.  He's in haste.  He'll be leaving the country after around twenty four hours he says.  

The Registered Architect was reassuring.  He sent me the technical description for the lot.  And so it was drawn on CAD.  He says he can't open the files sent.  The lot was just drawn on PDF.  What else could he have been preoccupied with? He must have a lot of things on his mind.  A lot. I do too. Lots.  Different kinds of lots.

He had to take me there, to the site I guess.  There as I said, it was unfamiliar territory.  Buildings were closer to each other.  Closer than they could ever be.  Taking advantage of firewalls, using all consuming the property's extent.  Residential buildings or Commercial, I am not sure anymore.  Why? Why this small? 

Therewith upon simple inspection, the place was clearly abandoned or I'd say uninhabited.  I requested some site photos of the existing structure. We had to leave.  The client called him.  He told me it's good.  The client was concerned about the project's elevation.  He says it like there's something else better to do.   Like the present was consuming him.  Right, he was leaving tomorrow.  Yes he is.  I'm not sure what he's really thinking.

He says he gave my number to the client.  And so we left with his new vehicle.  A black pick-up truck.  (Toyota Hilux) And I thought I bought my mobile phone with me. His wife was at the shotgun seat, he was driving.  As usual, I'm the passenger.  He says we wont be able to meet his client.  And so we went for the mall.  They apparently left something there. Just to pick it up I guess and go somewhere else to eat or have lunch.  I told him it's fine.  He needed my services and at the moment I feel I need something to work with. 

But as I said earlier, the area was just a hundred square meters.  And there's an existing structure on it.  Another case of demolition.  And there goes the Demolition Permission.  Permit.  Firewalls on the right and left side as well as on the back.  He is into the project though he looks like it was something to discard.  To pass on to someone else.  It just happened to be me.  

There's really nothing to worry about.  At least at the moment, there isn't any for me. But wait.

FOURTEEN HENCE

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WALLED OUT WORLD (PART I)

Walls. The Famous Walls.  It represents the separation of two sides. The most perfect way to form divisions. It is as it is, and evidently is, a somewhat necessary building structural part or component for the regular Filipino residential community.

We call them firewalls, pader, fences, and bakod or bakuran.  We treat them as a declaration of the extent of our property.  Something that buffers us from the environment that isn't ours technically or legally.  The kind of thing that shields us from the outside environment's responsibility.  It gives us an illusion of seclusion or isolation.  The usual four corner lot, with landmarks (muhon) on each endpoint.  To claim ownership, property validation, and proof of wealth.  The lot.

So it is perhaps easy to point out which household have it hard and easy, whichever how you perceive them.  From the lowest bamboo fences,  to the highest, thickest walls and firewalls, it shows.  It shows the most secretive and the most open.  The walls reflect the household's if not the whole community's character.   It brings a message to the passer-by, its neighbors and its eventual visitors. 

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