Witticisms
Prolificacy
Dec 29th
Observant people tell me that I blog more often than before. Well, I think it’s even an understatement. I rarely blog every day, or even every week–I think I blog only twice or thrice a month. And this is a justifiable excuse because of the different justifiable forces that prevent me to do so. If something justifiable inhibited you to do something, then the direct causes of inhibition would also be as justifiable. This is the kind of logic I sustain in my values stream that kept me breathing. But I guess this won’t work in the crazily fast-paced lifestyle of the 21st century.
Freaky Wikinomics
Jul 5th
The moment my Organizational Communication 152 (Communication Trends and Styles) professor handed out our readings for this week, I thought I already encountered that book in the past. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the book I was expecting. Anyway, the readings that my professor tasked us to read are two chapters from the book Wikinomics by Tapscott and Williams. The book that I thought was the one to read is Freakonomics by Levitt and Dubner. They sound almost the same so my mind equated them as one (blame my brain).
The Vinculum
Jun 28th
Michael Jackson is dead.
Benj, one of my blogging mentors, asked everyone in his Plurk Timeline: Is Michael Jackson the most popular/famous person to have died in our generation? Some cyber minutes have past and he, together with the ones who replied, offered other choices: John Paul II, Princess Diana Spencer, Frank Sinatra, Mother Teresa and Saddam Hussein. I haven’t replied to his Plurk but I already have a thought in mind—which I planned to be an introductory entry in my new blog.
I am supposed to answer this:
I think that new social media (NSM) greatly affects the “death popularity” of a person who died during the era wherein NSM is nearing its explosive climax. Add to the fact that MJ is already popular to begin with; add to the fact that MJ is a media personality whose appearances and persona (both tangible and virtual) are not limited to his immediate community.
I only knew that the Pop icon died when several people sent me lines of text messages whose themes span from being objective to implying grief. You see, even the alphabet who are supposed to be void of any meaning are suddenly capable of showing emotions—thanks to emoticons. Anyway, the news shocked me even though I am not a big fan. The news shocked even those who are not supposed to care. Why such paradox? Actually, I don’t regard this as a paradox. It is more of a principled example of the dynamics of new social media communication. All of us are suddenly living in a single commune, almost utilizing the same resources every time. All of us are suddenly working on this big cyber organization which is run by nobody. Fortunately, we don’t have job descriptions, but we have jobs every time we log-in. We adopt the flexi-time scheme. But most of the time, time does not exist. There are only three rules governing Internet Incorporated. Unfortunately, no one knows about them.
Welcome to the new frontier of liberalism. This is The Vinculum. A blog that talks about the dynamics of communication practices with special emphasis to organizational communication and its application to the new social media.
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Michael Jackson is dead.
Benj, one of my blogging mentors, asked everyone in his Plurk Timeline: Is Michael Jackson the most popular/famous person to have died in our generation? Some cyber minutes have past and he, together with the ones who replied, offered other choices: John Paul II, Princess Diana Spencer, Frank Sinatra, Mother Teresa and Saddam Hussein. I haven’t replied to his Plurk but I already have a thought in mind—which I planned to be an introductory entry in my new blog.
I am supposed to answer this:
A Civil Trash Talk
May 5th
Yesterday, when I am about to ride a tricycle going home, I saw a group of people convening around a television set inside a food shop. I knew it—a recorded video of Manny Pacquiao’s (MP) fight with Ricky Hatton. With this, I can say that Filipinos are not yet over the two-round bout that made history. The almost magical spectacle will normally last for one week, with the media tackling about every angle of the story: From Hatton’s possible retirement to Pacquiao’s congress candidacy, from The Hatton Girlfriend’s sorrow to Aling Dionisia’s luxurious lifestyle and from Mayweather Jr’s dirty mouth to Roach’s accurate prophecy. The media may opt to, again, rewrite and reread Pacquiao’s biography—which is actually a habit of the media every after the boxer’s fight. This kind of a week-long syndrome also includes netizens or those people found in the world wide web to write their own reactions or stories behind the historical fight. Furthermore, many people also react to these first-hand crafted musings. One of the articles that sparked interest among Filipinos and Pacquiao fans alike is the one written by a supposedly-irrelevant person from Oddjack.com named “JJ”.
I’m On An Intersection
Apr 23rd
This picture was taken during a cycling event in Taguig City, near Market! Market!, when Jorron, Noemi and I served as support staff for the said event. I told Jorron to take a picture of me while I am sitting on the point where these yellow lines meet. There was no sensible rationale for such act but I asked for a picture anyway. I was on an intersection, I am on an intersection.
The semester that was
The second semester of our junior year is the hardest semester to date. More than that, I did not expect that the recent semester was that hard. College life would be a hard life, that’s the thing I have whole-heartedly accepted since second year. Pero tang-ina, literal na hindi na ako natutulog at literal na mamamatay ako sa mga pinapagawa ng mga professors.
*breathes in, breathes out*
I am at least happy that I survived the semester with flying colors. My sanity threshold met the concept of adjustment.
Politika
Politicking is a necessary vice, a necessary evil. The only way to defeat politics is to use politics itself. I can almost equate socializing to politicking, but I felt a greater human value that could draw the demarcation–friendship. The past few months were full of politics, politicians, politicking and politicization. Some were stupid enough that I just catch the pitched ball, squeeze it and put it in my pocket. I am glad it is over; I am returning you the ball. Friendship and politics may part ways, but they shall meet again.
Internship
Theory meets practice. The things I do in my internship career includes…
*Non-disclosure agreement signed*
Haha, seriously, I will be having a series of blog posts that would highlight my internship career. Watch out for it!
Weight gain (But where’s height gain?)
I am 66 kilograms heavy as of my last dinner. Nah, okay, I’m getting fat. In a euphemistic statement, I’m getting hot. LOL. I am happy with my current weight since I want to gain one. The next step, is to turn my man flesh into toned muscles. LOL. This part is so gay. Anyway, I also want to be a little taller. I am doing all the things that could make me tall–from the facts to the urban myths that dominated the egoistic men’s crowd. Ladies and gentlemen, This is Operation 180 Centimeters.
ALPSaguado.com
The last time I had my last post was during the night of March 9th. After that day, I rode a space shuttle bound to Milky Way’s blackhole. Anyway, I just changed my theme to Commune, a child theme of Thematic. It’s simple and easy on the eyes. And it’s green! Yuh, yellow green. New look, same great taste. I have a lot of stories to tell. Come here, listen. :)
Where to go
When you are in an intersection, life would give you several options. You may go back, you may go forward. You may turn right, you may turn left. I still stand here, on this little space of intersection that crammed a lot of moments. A marked stone will be buried here, buried under the humble earth that witnessed everything. Now, I shall move forward. When I am lost, I will look for that marked stone to remind me where I am, and at the same time, to remind me where I came from.
This Way
Mar 4th
Sometimes, you don’t know where you’re going but you know you’re in the right way.
Don’t over-think, Don’t ask. Don’t doubt, just trust. This way please.
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