H O D G E P O D G E. The author of this blog is interested in many things. It’s a mixture of thoughts on this and that. There’s no way of talking about the context of this blog unless it is done in so many words… and so it follows below… Also, the lists of Categories and Tags, see sidebar at the right, might be of further help in describing this blog. 🙂 As of now the author is trying to understand the way Wolfhart Pannenberg talks about reality, is at the beginning of digging up theological discussions that have to do with the Sinaitic stipulation to honor one’s parents, and simply wishes “to go home and plant camote.” Tu-od. Shikataganai. ♦4 June 2014 update.♦
This page is both the Home and the About page. There is no page where all posts appear one after the other, which is mostly what a Home page is. Instead there’s the Posts-List page, which is also accessible through its tab above, that lists all page/post titles in this blog and with a short description of each. All fonts in pink within the narratives are links [some either to related posts within or to another site in the net].
… hello 🙂 welcome to my personal venue for attempts at expressing intuitive introspections ** … a place for concretizing glimpses of reality … reflexive loops here and there to mark passages … a little beacon in consonance to all lights emanating from Earth … My worldview is of the Orient but I grew up believing that only of the West’s matters (really). Of course this isn’t true at all and I’m thankful that I’ve lived long enough to discover it. It was not my parents’ nor my grandparents’ nor my teachers’ fault. It’s just how it was. It’s an area we Filipinos have a blind spot on. It’s just how world events went. It’s historical, global. Life. Reality. Shikataganai.
As a child I remember being mesmerized by a bunch of television series: Combat, Hawaii Five-O, Starsky and Hutch, Six-Million Dollar Man, Wonder Woman, Tarzan, Batman and Robin, Sesame Street, others I can’t recall, and that very moving movie Lost in the Desert. They all helped my ear get attuned to a language that many in the world today still work hard at learning. I’m thankful that I’ve lived long enough to realize that I have been taking this skill, the capability to communicate using a foreign language, for granted.
On the other hand, as children we were forbidden to read Tagalog komiks, forbidden to watch Tagalog programs/dramas, much less those in my mother tongue, Hiligaynon. I could read English texts better than Pilipino ones (Pilipino or Filipino is the formalized structure of Tagalog, but for common usage they’re basically equivalent. However, if asked what the national language is, the answer is Filipino). My Hiligaynon reading skills was, and is, even worse. It’s maddening to realize that I have never been encouraged to love my mother tongue — which, I think, is the primary manifestation of a worldview. Thankfully it’s not too late for me and the likes of me. One day I’m gonna write something totally in Hiligaynon and I would put my heart into it. One day I’m gonna come home.
Though, come to think of it, perhaps I already have come home. Now that I have started to look at myself I have also begun to look at the “other”. Perhaps the jumble of ideas coming into this blog is a manifestation of my random grappling for road signs as I explore this home. It’s true that I can start to look at the forest now that I have distanced myself from the trees. Isn’t it that though Earth is home the universe, too, is home? (When in the future another universe is discovered then logically this universe we are in will get to have a proper name, too.) Though the Visayas is my home the global community, too, is a home to me. And all wo/men are the same. Man’s heart is not affected by time and space. Man is just man. He has always been man. He will remain as man. Any man can be good or bad, selfish or generous, happy or sad, regardless of where he is, or when.
I believe that one day everything will turn out okay. There will be a new earth. But it won’t be something like what we can imagine. It won’t be something that man can do. It will be totally new, and it will be wonderful.I have hope to be in that new earth one day. By that time everyone present will feel at home. There will be no alienation anymore — no separation from another, the “other” will not exist anymore. No quarrels. No discrimination. No competition. No fear. No ‘distort’-full urgency for survival…
In view of the atrocities rocking global Islam now, I would like to remind you, dear reader, that these madmen who are besmirching Islam are condemned by all who uphold life, REGARDLESS OF FAITH AND NATIONALITY. They claim they are Muslim yet they inflict the most violent acts against peacefully living Muslims without reason at all. I have Muslim cousins and I pray for their utter safety against the lies of these madmen. I would like to add that my best friend is an American, a most beloved person to me. [This is to say that labelling of whatever manner doesn’t make sense. My post, here, says something on “nationality”.] With these said, I bid you enjoy my blog. I love you all.
(The following note was added on 30.Aug.2013.)
** Good morning to you. Thanks for reading this far. I’m sorry that my posts cannot be classified into a single kind, so to speak. I had no concrete plan as to what to write about when I started this blog. I only wanted to learn how to blog. It took me a while to figure out the basic ins and outs of it. That’s the reason why I had no posts after that first attempt in 2012. In fact it was only today that I learned that the “default category” cannot be deleted. Actually, I have no idea now how I got to have assigned “Introspections” as my Default Category. And now I can’t delete it. I’m concerned that it might be misleading to one who ends up accessing a drama or an actor theme among my topics… I sincerely apologize to you… [I have a Posts_Titles_List page made, where I listed all the titles and making them all accessible from just this page.]
❤ UPDATE June 1, 2014. I have managed to change the default category into Hodgepodge. Little by little I will try to sort out what’s there, then from now on I’ll improve the way I assign Categories and be more careful with the tagging. I was trying to figure out why my posts aren’t in the Reader anymore, and the inappropriate tagging could be it. Also, the way I splurge on using screen captures might be objectionable. I assumed that since this blog is just a sort of a scrapbook then I’d have a free hand with what I could put in here provided I never claim as mine what isn’t. Or, it’s also probably the way I freely put illustrations here, those that can be easily had through a simple search in the www. Anyway, I’m very thankful to everyone whose visual creations, like of the flowers here, appear all over my blog. Please just let me know if you’d prefer them removed. I’m sorry that I was too lazy to mark where I got them. Thanks for understanding and for your generosity. ❤
However, all of these posts, including the pages, do come from my introspections. This blog for me is just like an electronic scrap book or a quasi-diary. My primary aim is self-expression in the hopes that another soul benefits from what I could come up with. The fact that I have here some on South Korean Dramas and Movies is that they have helped me a lot in getting on and I’m happy that I discovered them. I’m not an expert on the cinema, and not even a regular customer. I was familiar with American-generated films only — not seen too many nor addicted to them, but now not as interested in them anymore. However, hopefully I’ll get the chance soon to dig for distinguished old or independent Filipino films, with the aim of understanding my kababayan (fellow countryman) better.
Honestly it was only about now that I started to explore the Help Pages. Thankfully I have not created SO MANY pages before I realized that their titles take too much screen space — and, thankfully, I managed to edit these tab-titles into unit-terms, comprehensible to those interested in them. Now I realize that I have no choice but to continue mixing all the genres in my posts, otherwise I have to create a blog for each one, something which I have no time to spare for now. I guess I’d rather improve on what I have already posted here, especially on the pages. I hope I can do that sooner than later. No promises to myself, though.
May the God of the wonderful creation bless your heart.I wish you the life that your soul hungers for. I wish you love and health. Mabuhay po sila at maraming salamat po!
P.S. On my blog’s name:
- A sacada, in my home island Negros in the Philippines at least, is a seasonal laborer in the sugarcane fields. The sacada came to exist when centuries ago the world powers engaged in a race to produce sugar in bulk. The sacada is among the least privileged in my society, and hence in the world.
- Lang means only or just. Hence, Sacada Lang = only a seasonal laborer in the sugarcane fields, or, just a sacada.
- sa = to; cada = each; sa cada lang = to each only, or, intended for individuals.
- saca = to ascend; dalang = to wander aimlessly.
- because life is a fractal … eherm … one thing I’m sure: a fractal has a fractional dimension. It requires mathematical jargon to be able to say more than that about it (sorry, “fractional dimension” is already jargon, but there’s no other way to say it… peace…), jargon that I’ve said goodbye to while I was about to enter its threshold. (The mathematician who introduced me to it has, magnificently, become a psychologist… more about this, and fractals, too, in an unforeseen future post 🙂 ) That belonged to another lifetime of mine. But, thankfully, I’ve retained my fascination of fractals, or the visual depiction of it, to be more specific. In lieu of words, therefore, I give you illustrations. Clicking on any of the images will direct you to its original web source (thank you for the pictures), and hence information. Viel Spaß!