In Medeas Res
Perhaps he is right, so what the heck, today, I am going to blabber about anything and everything that comes to mind, and the hell with coherence. If you are expecting more of the usual political stuff, do both of us a favor, stop and read other blogs.
In medeas res (which appears in the upper right corner of this blog) is a phrase that appears in greek plays. If memory serves me right, it means "into the midst of things" which situates the action of the play right into the, well, the midst of things. This blog labored under that banner for a few days until I decided a more playful and less cumbersome title would be more appropriate - thus, out of my mind. And now it is too late to change that even if I want to. But them again, who knows. I have also been thinking of moving to wordpress, but well, I guess some things can still wait.
I also toyed with that title when I was offered the column by the Manila Standard Today (actually, they were not the first to offer, but I thought it wasn't the right time when the other paper asked, so I declined. Manila Standard made the offer at the right time and dangled the sweetener I could not refuse - I could write about anything- anything at all, even disagree with the other columnists and the editorials). I asked my friends for their suggestions. The top three I considered were In Medeas Res, A Fine Balance (after a favorite book by Rohinton Mistry) and the one that eventually won favor - Are We There Yet. It was suggested by my good friend Angelo. So for the first time, I would like to acknowledge his contribution. Thanks, Angelo.
"Are we there yet" is Bart's annoying dialogue in one episode of the Simpsons. They were going on this trip and he was bored stiff. He kept saying "are we there yet" every five seconds or so. My friends and I do a good Bart impersonation whenever anyone among us is having difficulty expressing himself or has trouble seeing a point.
When I started writing this blog, I never intended it to be anything else other than a chronicle of my personal thoughts and a venue for me and my friends to know about what was happening in each others' lives without having to exchange emails. But then that letter happened, and as they say, the rest is history. Since then, everything I write has become open to various interpretations and sometimes what I say often gets twisted out of context. There are now people who insist on foisting on me some kind of job description about what a responsible blogger and columnist should be. I am still trying to get used to the attention.
But I must admit that there are some dividends to be had from being semi-infamous. Getting positive comments from some people is one. I still get starstruck everytime some famous blogger like MLQ quotes my blog or my column (and it seems he does read me for reasons I still can't figure out because to be honest I look at what I write and cringe because it always looks inchoate - there are just days when the connection between mind and fingers is faltering and well, it's been like that almost every day lately. But maybe that's exactly why he reads me). When Michael Tan or Howie Severino or Carlos Celdran or Sassy made it known that they also read my blog, whew, I nearly flipped. Deep down inside, I think of myself as just this person with pretentions to being a writer who wrote one letter and got noticed.
Which is not to say I am an insecure person because I am obviously just as capable of being this insufferably pompous person. I don't take myself seriously all the time, so you shouldn't. And if you think I just shot myself in the foot, well, you obviously missed the point. We all come with a little bit of this and that and we are all works in progress, so let's just cut each other some slack every now and then.
I am a human resource management practitioner by profession and I keep an 8-5 job as First Vice President of a major private universal bank - so all those innuendoes about me being a Malacanang paid hack is all hogwash - the bank pays me well enough and quite frankly, keeps me on a very short leash time-wise, so even if had the inclination to work for the government, I just don't have the time.
Keeping this blog has been a roller coaster ride, but if there is something that I truly treasure, it is the "community spirit" among bloggers. We bullshit each other every now and then, exchange harsh words, take sides, make up, and disagree again. But we continue to read each other and support each other because, well, blogging is a new media frontier and there's a social glue that binds people who are forging a new path. Besides, some habits are truly hard to break even if they make blood pressures rise and destroy appetites.
Along the way, I guess some of us have "tamed" each other somehow. For example, one of my harshest critic (cvj) and I rarely see eye to eye on issues, and I am sure we get on each others' nerves every now and then, but we stay in the communication process and I would like to think that along the way, we have learned to respect each other. So strange as it may seem, I do look forward to cvj's comments precisely because I know they are written without any other intention than to present a divergent opinion. There is room for civility even among those who disagree.
I wish though that others can be civil too. But like I always say, some people have some growing up to do and no one can force it on them.
And then there are those really marvelous moments when someone you've lost touch with suddenly comes out of the woodwork to say hi!. In the end, it's really those seemingly little things that validate our existence that makes our day.
So there, Linky. I just rambled on. Happy? And by the way, I hope you are okay. Let's have dinner this weekend.