Made this mix CD for a friend, and I felt like sharing. If you're a music nut, the type who obsessively checks your Last.fm information, you probably have these songs already. If you're not, you'd probably enjoy these songs.
01 - The Cardigans - Carnival
02 - Imogen Heap - Goodnight and Go
03 - Petra Haden - God Only Knows
04 - Katie Melua - Just Like Heaven
05 - Corinne Bailey Rae - Trouble Sleeping
06 - The Cranberries - Linger
07 - Alex Parks - Yellow
08 - Regina Spektor - Fidelity
09 - Belle & Sebastian - Asleep on a Sunbeam
10 - The Sundays - Here's Where the Story Ends
11 - Feist - Inside and Out
12 - Corinne Bailey Rae - Like a StarDownload (~57mb)
That's just wrong
Wow. Tanya Garcia and Mark Lapid are naming their baby Mischa Amidala
Labels: showbiz, wtf
Greta and Ruffa
I'm the most showbiz-updated person I know. I wish I could point to my work as an excuse (I was, after all, initially involved with the premier chismis website PEP.ph
early in its development, and I've handled GMA's entertainment website
for the longest time) but I suspect that even if I weren't involved in these projects, I'd still be as knowledgeable about showbiz news.
For the longest time, even before all these issues came out that involved them, it always bothered me how local showbiz programs and publications always seemed to put people like Gretchen Barretto and Ruffa Gutierrez on a pedestal, treating each of them like showbiz royalty. The amount of attention on them just seemed... inordinate.
I didn't get it. I mean, we didn't admire them because of their showbiz work; how many movies of theirs can you name off the top of your head? They're certainly not intelligent, nor are they well-spoken; remember, it was Ruffa Gutierrez who said in an interview that Filipinos did not eat dogs because we're not cannibals. It's not even because of their beauty; would they appear on most people's all-time top five lists? I doubt it. So what's the deal?
Then it dawned on me that the only reason most people cared about these women, the reason they're admired and glorified, the reason everyone was interested, was because each of them married rich, rich men.
Itanong mo sa akin
Nung minsan, magkasama tayo, tapos pinapili mo ako ng kanta. Sa pagmamadali sa pamimili, nakita ko yung Ipagpatawad
, na paborito ko
, kaya ito ang isinalang ko.
Nung narinig mo yung napili kong kanta, agad mong ipinalipat sa Ikaw Lang ang Aking Mahal
, dahil ito ang paborito mong kanta ng VST. Kinabukasan, naaalala ko pa, para akong tanga dahil buong araw tumutugtog sa utak ko yung kanta, at sa mga sandaling alam kong mag-isa ako, sinasabayan ko pa ng kanta.
Wala lang. Hindi mo na siguro naaalala yun.
Labels: le sigh, music
I first became a fan of Barack Obama in 2004, after his rousing speech
during the Democratic National Convention. Even if you don't follow or care about American politics, I think you'd still appreciate the speech, and it'd certainly give you a better idea why Obama is one of the frontrunners for the Democratic Party's nomination for next year's elections.
Obama, while maintaining his cool and his charm
, still comes across as fiercely intellectual, a quality that seems to be in short supply (and demand, for that matter) in politics these days. Writer Michael Chabon even spoke glowingly about Obama's writing skills and how well he is able to communicate.
But today I came across this feature on the New York Times about Obama's other passion: basketball
. It's fascinating to read about the potential future-President trading elbows in the paint before hitting the boards, or even talking trash after sinking his patented lefty jumper. More than anything though, Obama and his buddies played basketball for the sense of community it fosters and the easy friendships that could be made on the court.
This reminds me of this interview where former New York Knick and US Senator Bill Bradley compares and contrasts politics and sports, and talks about how you can judge a person from their behavior on the court
. TrueHoop's Henry Abbott takes the idea further
If you hit the open man, pick and move to get your teammates good looks, and play hard D, can you really be a jerk? Or if you take bad shots, don't work hard at either end, and bitch at your teammates night after night, can you really have a good heart off the court? I guess the answer to both is really "probably," but it's hard for me to believe.
Labels: basketball, politics, sports
Torn and Frayed explains
I would draw a distinction between Trillanes and Honasan. Honasan seems to me the classic loose canon, firing off at will and in all directions. Trillanes, on the hand, is a much more targeted character and, importantly, he hasn’t killed anyone. Whereas over 100 people died in Honasan’s 1987 amd 1989 putsches (oh, sad and pointless deaths), Oakwood was a purely symbolic event. Its main raison d’être, to expose corruption in the military, was proved to be 100% correct shortly afterwards when Major General Carlos Garcia was found to have accumulated a fortune worth over $1 million, despite having a salary of about $600 a month. The fact that Trillanes and his posse were proved to be so spectacularly right is surely an important reason for his support.
Labels: news and issues