Posted by Cecile on Jan 5, '11 7:14 AM for everyone
From hereon until all gay members of the past, present and future Congresses admit they are, all my posts will solely be on http://ayabaw.blogspot.com/
Major conundrum. This parable is so...weird, although tackling this appeals to me as a 7, because it's something new and it's something people have never heard of.
Had brunch with Mother Earth today and I think I'm ready forregression. Because the 65 goblins in my chest and then some are connected to what I was in my past lives. Mother Earth seems to think that I was a ... and I think I was in ... and ... and all these have something to do with ...well, my past lives and now I can fix the cycle. 2012, the feminine, ascending, liquid light, the present moment, bilocation - stuff that will get Mother Earth and me excommunicated if I continue to overshare. So no, you will not be privy to the thoughts/energy nuggets we chewed on this morning. Although there was something about maple syrup in the calamansi juice.
But of course, I can't talk about these things in a straight retreat. I mean, the-one-who-is-ready-for-battle (TOWIRFB) has an entire exegesis on The Prodigal Son and...Mother Earth and I...will listen to the universe.
While I'm out for retreat, two very, very good guy friends, Barn and Benru will get married to the women they asked God for. Barn to Marie, in Manila and Benru to Claire, in Cebu. Will ask my favorite shiny-headed monk to pray for them.
Nothing happens by chance. I got my diagnosis and the second opinion all within two hours. So, cool. I will talk to my goblins during the retreat, just as Mother Earth has advised. The goblins...well at least, the biggest one, are floaters. So I'm good. Will probably have the procedure just before Christmas.
Posted by Cecile on Dec 16, '10 7:16 PM for everyone
I only lost it when I got to Mother Earth and not even before Mom and Dad. Had a 5-minute meltdown in Casa. Then life had to go on. Proctor. Lunch. Deliberation. Christmas Party.
Count my blessings, yes. I have two dogs who love me. My parents love me. I have friends. My girls are perfect. I bought myself the Eclipse DVD with the Rob and Kristen commentary for Christmas. I have Mother Earth.
Posted by Cecile on Dec 5, '10 6:32 PM for everyone
I love how Inquirer is doing 25-item lists for its sections on its 25th anniv, and I love how the lists don't come out on the same day or else I wouldn't have time to read everything.
I like travel articles. This one is by Leica Carpo. I highlighted in bold the ones I've been to and italicized the ones I want to go to. And I think if it were my list, I'd add Siem Reap, Cambodia to the list. Agree about what she thinks of beaches abroad.
First Person 25 (Plus Two) Travel Destinations I Save Up For By Leica Carpo Philippine Daily Inquirer First Posted 16:37:00 12/04/2010
Travel, I’ve been told, is one of the best education there is. I’m happy to be an eternal student FANCY cars, sparkly diamonds and the latest “it” handbag all make a fair bid for my hard earned dough—but to no avail. Given a choice, I prefer to splurge on a plane ticket with an itinerary that promises to delight both my sight and taste buds. As my father used to tell me: “To travel the world is one of the best education there is.” Well, I’m happy to be an eternal student. Here are my top 27 favorite cities, old world classics and off-the-beaten-track options well worth dipping into my retirement fund for: 1.Paris. The fantastic art collection at the Louvre, killer hot chocolate from Angelina’s, bite-sized bits of heaven in French macaroons from Laduree, the famous Eiffel Tower and the very blasé but chic French—they all contribute to the city’s reputation for romance.
2.New York. It’s a place where you can have anything you want and be anyone you want—provided you have the money and the imagination to make it happen.
3. London. Not known for its gourmet food or a reliable mass transit system, London’s appeal lies in its innate class, edgy art, fashion designers, schools, throbbing music and club action, vibrant theater scene and very recently, for being the stomping grounds of Harry Potter.
4.Rome. The cobblestone streets of Rome may not be foot friendly, but no one should miss: its delicious pastas, the views of notable architecture even from the dingiest café, Michaelangelo’s Sistine Chapel and the best photo-op ever: the constantly bustling crowd at the Spanish Steps.
5. Milan. Possibly the coolest fashion capital in the world. The home base of Prada, Marni, 10 Corso Como and Leonardo’s “Last Supper,” it’s a city which draws the cognescenti of the fashion world for shows, fairs and just to soak in that fashionista vibe straight from the source. Here the motto on the streets is, “Be fashionable or be invisible.”
6.Tokyo. Proof once more that the Japanese may have the world’s highest standards in food, fashion and toilets. Specialization is part of their culture as skills are handed down through generations from master to apprentice. This is the “land of simple perfection” and “no tipping.”
7.Boracay. White powdery sand, party scene, global vibe.
8.Palawan. A nature lover’s and divers’ paradise, this island is known all over the world, for its coral reefs and feeding the fish by hand.
9.Baguio. The chilly weather, the smell of pine trees and the overall feeling of spirituality define Baguio’s appeal. Throw in one of the prettiest farmers’ markets in the world, the option to drop by BenCab’s studio and see his latest works and the promise of the ancient hanging coffins in Sagada being a mere bus ride away.
10. Botswana, Africa. No directors or actors, just hunters and their prey. In a setting of endless blue skies, grassy plains filled with thousands of deer, water buffaloes and other wildlife, this is 100 percent pure nature.
11. Australia. This former penal colony has a heady mix of aboriginal and European culture that makes for a unique lifestyle and flavors hard to match anywhere else in the world.
12.San Francisco. The postcard perfect Golden Gate Bridge, the charming Victorian homes, the flower-filled hilly and windy streets and the masterful fusion of foodie cultures makes SF the melting pot restaurant row of the world. Retains much of its’60s laid back charm, while its proximity to Silicon valley makes it among the nerdiest and friendliest places on earth.
13.India’s Mumbai and Delhi. Over the top in effect and drama, these two cities are showcases for the insanely wealthy Moghul empires that saw the creation of the Taj Mahal, a shrine to everlasting love. There are also the black prince’s ruby the size of a robin’s egg (now part of the British Crown jewels), the marble and mosaic-tiled palaces, the colorful saris encrusted with gold and gemstones, the spice-laden dishes and the mega-production numbers of Bollywood.
14.Bangkok. Sticky rice with mango, pad thai, unequalled Thai hospitality, deep to the core Thai massages and all those talented young designers at prices that can still rival Zara!
15.Barcelona. Do a tapas bar crawl and you’d be hard-pressed to find a bad dish in a city that prides itself as a gastronomic paradise. Best pasalubong: espadrilles, giant bottles of Colonia, clothes from Mango and Zara. And if you feel the need to splurge—Loewe and Custo Barcelona are hard to resist.
16. Los Angeles. If your goal is to stargaze and spot celebrity, get yourself to LA’s famous hangouts: Ivy on Robertson’s, Starbucks or Wholefoods in Manhattan Beach, Fred Segals in Santa Monica, the happening bar the Viper Room, or a poolside cabana at the Viceroy. And don’t leave LA without tasting the divine Mexican food!
17. Beijing. Ancient civilization with lots to share, especially after the Summer Olympics of 2010. Visit the Bird’s Nest stadium and the Summer Palace, take great shots outside the Great Wall of China, shop in silk bazaars and antique markets, but don’t expect to buy the real thing unless you’re with an art expert and know how to bargain in Mandarin.
19. Hong Kong. The food is just one notch below the fashion competition for the latest and newest “must have item” from electronics to shoes. Live the life of an expat and stay in a swanky hotel, sip afternoon tea at The Pen (Kowloon) or The Mandarin (Hong Kong) and dine in one of the many new HK hotspots.
20. Bali. It’s not about the beaches—the Philippines has way better ones. It’s about the temples—no, not just the ones to the many gods of this place, but also those managed by the world’s luxury hotels and dedicated to the worship of the body. The inspiration comes from the Indian Ocean and its long perpetual rolling surfs, the warmth and attention to detail of the native craftsmen, the balmy weather and the inherent spirituality that blankets the entire country.
21. Hawaii. The surf, the proximity to the beaches, the hospitality (no sad faces here) and the year-round perfect golf climate that can be enjoyed within fabulous resort hotels. Its many islands make this the honeymoon and wedding destination of the world.
22. Dublin, Ireland. Visit this Emerald Isle if you enjoy your links golf (no manicured lawns here), your brew (Guinness fresh from the tap) and conversation (the Irish have the gift of gab and have no shame putting it to good use—even with perfect strangers).
23.Buenos Aires, Argentina. The tango, the beautiful people, the tender beef, the soft leather and possibly the best looking race in the world.
24.Machu Picchu, Peru. Experience the Incan culture, the food, the city in the clouds and a visual assault on the senses, it's like being literally on top of the world.
25.Cebu. This small town is big on “style”—ranging from hot fashion ticket Carey Santiago to furniture artisan Kenneth Cobonpue. Not to be overlooked is the city’s fabulous local dishes (dried mangoes, danggit and Cebuano lechon). Visit now before it becomes too commercial and loses its captivating native appeal.
26. Donsol, Sorsogon. The best place in the world to swim with whale sharks and eat laing (yam leaves in spicy coconut cream)! Spend all morning hanging out with these gentle giants, have a serving or two of laing and go on a firefly river cruise at night. This would be considered a perfect day in any lifetime.
27.Bohol. The next Boracay! Enough said.
Other countries on my shortlist worth exploring areEgypt, Brazil, Costa Rica, Russia,Greece,Seychelles, Mexico, New Zealand andCzech Republic. So pack your bags and line up for that visa asap. There is an education to be had out there—and no, you can’t get it just by watching the National Geographic Channel!
Posted by Cecile on Dec 4, '10 1:33 AM for everyone
CAE Best Plays 2010
Year I - The Five-Star Angel
Year II - Shakuntala
Year III - Twelfth Night
Year IV - The Girl in the Striped Pyjamas
JSYK
A Valedictory Etchos
Thank you, JP for BITAW and Directors Clinic which just really gave the plays this year extra polish and shine.
Thank you, Abs for waking up early (haha!) and for leading by example during the Velada. Some directors were alumnae of Avelino Production Crew (APC).
Thank you, Alfredow Di for Elsa, Bahay Kubo and the Ketchup Bottle. Next year, writing workshop naman. And please, ang first week of December is always ours. We're ready for AITAW!
Thank you, Mr. J for your constructive okray and bonggastic insights. You are the best daddy ever!
Thank you, Tito Joseph, ang tito ko, tito mo, tito nating lahat, for pushing the standard of excellence high, higher, highest!
Thank you, Iloy Salgy for saying YES!
Thank you, Sam for being the judge ng bayan.
Thank you, Jat for your thoroughness and OC-ness. Next year, judge ka na!
Thank you, Amis for da judge of da so many playsness.
Thank you, Ms. Pearlie for facilitating our requests.
Thank you, Ms. Patingo for um, ...secret!
Thank you, Jomel for being the slave of the mugs and the stickers and the certificates and the programs and all the watchamacallits on your table, et cetera et cetera.
Thank you, Tinatins for being more courageous each year to just...GO!
Thank you, Mary for the best salsa ever and for catching me when amnesia hits big time.
Thank you, Paul for...just being there, enduring the drama and all. I swear I will have time to check whatever lesson plan you will pass next week.
Thank you, Ms. Julie for the alertness at all that I haplak or email before you.
Thank you, Ms. Anabel for making the puzzle pieces that make the schedule look like the schedule.
Thank you, Manang Mylene for all our bookstore needs.
Thank you, Manang Sonia, Manang Grace and Manang An for our snacks and lunch.
Thank you, Ma for the props and the hall and Kapid and the requests.
Thank you, Wicky Boy for capturing the moments and going more hi-tech every year.
Thank you, Stacey for bringing your wonderful kiddies.
Thank you, Rene Sec, Bena Marie, Shaui, Ruffa, Rhodora, Kapatid, Mamma Mia, Iloy Gabsy, Tintin, Mrs. Berns, Sir Gickey, Rajhni friend, Manang Judy, Ms. Escleto, and Graciana for diving into and pulling through the madness with the girls and with us.
Thank you, Manong Eddie, Manong Richard, Manong Paul, and Manong Boy for being with us in the Hall.
Thank you, Manong Mario for lending us the all-important plants, long-stemmed and potted!
Thank you, Kapids, Lolo Mente and all the manongs in the carpentry shop for the props.
Thank you, Joy Betites for lending us the famous guidance couch and Amy Ferms for props we got from the dorm.
Thank you, Manong Renan, Manang Loleng, Manang Rosie and Manong Bogart for cleaning up after us.
Thank you, parents for supporting your girls all the way.
Posted by Cecile on Dec 2, '10 3:26 AM for everyone
A little backstory first.
Now when my family plays mahjong, there is an unwritten rule that you cannot speak Ilonggo, nor can you speak English. Only our 'English' will do. As in when it's time to round up who has flowers, someone asks, "Do you have a flower?" and I'll say, "No, I'm a hermaphrodite" to mean I have two or more flowers. Or when you're in a bind and you don't know which tile to haboy, you can say, "Oh, I'm in a moral dilemma." Or then again when you "throw' the directions, like South, don't say "South!" while throwing, say something that begins with S like "Sure!"
Our mahjongan world in Dinglebells
It's always me, Tita Mimi, her niece, our second cousin Klik, my cousin Diche, her mom Mommy Boots or my other cousin Nonoy or my mom who face off.
Diche's son, Bach is always all over the place. He has a few wisecracks of his own. Once, he asked to play his PSP. He was told, "The PSP is dead." Then he asked for Tita Tumbly's ipod. He was told, "The ipod is dead too." In exasperation he said, "Don't we have any money to buy another ipod?!"
Anyway.
I just got this message from my cousin, Bach's mom in Zambo:
Daying, nalimtan ko magsugid sa imo..May honors si Bach for 2nd grading period. Honor ya pareho kay Klik.
With.
Haha.
This is Bach.
If you don't get it, don't bother reading the post one more time.
Congratulations, Paolo! I miss you! I want to see the elephant!
Posted by Cecile on Nov 29, '10 4:32 AM for everyone
Bathless days, night trains, stinky clothes. Am I ready for this?
Hannah and I have just finalized our itinerary for India. We'll be doing so much, criss-crossing the sub continent in 15 days, including 3 days in Nepal. Crammed.
Posted by Cecile on Nov 12, '10 11:02 PM for everyone
This lady is the Not Radio girl, Myrene. She introduced me to Pavement (Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo oooooooh Darling don't you go and cut your hair, do you think it's gonna make him change?)
I got this fromPhilstar Young Star section today and they did a fantastic spread on NU and homaigad...
Just a Kid: Myrene Academia, the coolest DJ ever, in 1998
Just Kids By Myrene AcademiaThe Philippine Star Updated November 12, 2010 12:00 AM
MANILA, Philippines - I never wanted to go into radio. Funny considering how big on radio I was growing up. I discovered AM in third grade and would take my grandmother’s transistor set to sleep with me. In high school I was a 99.5RT groupie. In college I mourned for weeks after losing WXB. I was one of those kids that would trawl the dial, cassette on record/pause, waiting for my favorite song. I suppose I had a head start on my 10,000 hours. But I never figured I’d ever get in front of the mic.
In a class being taught by Robin Rivera (before he started producing the Eraserheads’ albums), I had a buddy named Lee who was a DJ at a new rock station, NU 107.5. He told me they’d needed a newscaster. Despite my fears, I thought, F**k it, I’m in mass communications, here’s my chance to get over it. And so I auditioned and got the job.
I must have bluffed my way through the thing — or maybe they thought I’d get along well with the staff and the skills would come later. The thing with the NU staff back then (and probably until the end) was the camaraderie. I think we tended to size up potential announcers by how much fun they’d be to have around. And believe me, it was a great bunch to be around: Major Tom, Gerry Why, Cris Cruise, Francis Brew, Gerry Dris, John Gregory, Lee Laureano, Jet Crane, Lee Rosi and Cathy. No one ever went home after his or her shift, choosing either to hang out at Greenbelt with a P20 cup of coffee, or sneak some drinks up to the booth. There was a sleeping bag because you tended to stay way past decent commuting hours (especially if, like Francis, you lived in Batangas). Back then Ayala Avenue was deserted after 10 p.m. After hours, the only two choices for food delivery was the Wendy’s on Makati Avenue, or if you had a little cash, this great Japanese counter near Jupiter.
At that point it still it didn’t cross my mind to be a jock. Cathy, who listeners will remember as Roxy, was the reason I ended up as one. She really wanted to be a DJ, but back then you couldn’t just do that on FM. Except for a few exceptions, if you were a chick, you mostly did the news. Luckily, NU was about to go 24 hours and “we” were willing to work the extra shifts without extra pay. Pretty soon I was on the 10 p.m. slot, and Roxy was doing pinch. If I really think about it, radio was pretty much perfect for me because no matter how many people were tuned in, I would never know. I’d still be alone in the booth, spinning music.
The day it hit me that I’d been there for 13 years, I was truly surprised. I thought I was just going to hang out for a bit. But just like that, one day I was 30. You didn’t really stay at NU because it was lucrative. You did it because you loved the people, and the music. Sounds perfect, but it wasn’t all hunky dory, of course. Just like any regular family there were the usual tantrums, in-fighting, love affairs, weddings, births, deaths, embezzling accountants, and drug-induced paranoid knife-wielding attacks. Fodder for blogs and tweets now, something we didn’t have back in those dial-up days. If I was asked to do a Facebook meme listing down my top on-air memories, it might look something like this:
• I got to train under some of the best people in the business. I wish the same privilege on kids on the radio today. I really, really, really do.
• I got to do programs like “Not Radio” and “The Groove Nation Sessions.”
• I got to announce Kurt Cobain’s death — made more memorable to me because the kind folks at City Light, the jazz station upstairs, sent down the news fresh from the wire.
• I was there when Vic Valenciano personally delivered the first Eraserheads single.
• I was at the foot of the stage when Rosanna Roces announced Band of the Year at the Rock Awards in a see-through mesh shirt with nothing underneath. Wolfgang took home the trophy that year. They’d win it alternately with the ‘Heads for the first five Rock Awards.
• I awarded Best New Artist to Parokya Ni Edgar.
• I talked to Billy Corgan on the phone for a total of eight seconds (because I admitted I hadn’t heard the “Siamese Dream” album yet and he said I would just ask him about drugs so he said he couldn’t do the phoner. I know — I should’ve lied.)
• I had breakfast with Jason Newsted.
• I was there when Rivermaya started giving away their album for free. (Heck, I was there when an on-air plug looking for members for Rivermaya first aired.)
• I got to play some of the best damn music ever. Also, I can’t describe the thrill of seeing a new band play at some rank hole in the wall, hoping they’d have a demo you could play so people could hear how awesome they were.
• I met Diego Castillo through Not Radio, and proceeded to be in the Aga Muhlach Experience and Sandwich with him.
• And I met Quark Henares when he was a nine-year-old brat hacking into the playlist generator. Now he directs my bands’ videos.
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That’s just the on-air stuff. NU was a second home to me for over a decade. I lived and loved there, grew up and made life-long friends and family there. I want to tell a story for every awesome person and song, each jock, tech, staff, listener and musician I ever had the privilege work with. I’m utterly grateful for my time there.
People ask me if I’ll ever go back to radio. I don’t miss being on the air. But I do miss the people. Before last Sunday I was always secure in the thought that I could just drop by the station anytime and say hello. But that’s gone from us. It’s quite painful to say goodbye to NU. But the way everyone said farewell was pretty awesome. It tempers the sadness with optimism. There’s a little of NU in all of us. I know we’ll always be looking forward to something new.
I heard this song while I was having dinner 30 minutes ago. I remembered my friend Jenny.
The world is a vampire (tananananana….)Sent to draaaain… secret destrrrohyers Hold them up to the flaaaaaame….Inspite of my raaage I’m still just a rat in a caaage.
Last weekend I listened to remote control weekend on NU and it just…I’m not getting started on the reminiscing.
I miss Eddie Vedder and Scott Weiland. Billy Corgan and James Iha, where in the world could you all be?
Anthony Keidis, I miss you. Boys and girls, before Californication there was True Men Don’t Kill Coyotes. So don’t proclaim to be punks or rockers or whatevers just because you like wearig black - a black shirt with the picture of Barbie (the doll) on it.
So I miss the songs from college. One weekend,I swear I’m going to blow my load and flood NU with my requests:
Good - Better than Ezra, Smells Like Teen Spirit (here we are now, enertainaaaaas!), Lightning Crashes, December, Mr. Jones and any song by Live, Counting Crows, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Bush (yooooooooouuuuuu…wait til tomoooroooooooow!), Cake, Smashing Pumpkins, 10,000 Maniacs (plus Ozzie Osbourne equals 10,001 Maniacs!), Hootie and the Blowfish, Gin Blossoms, Oasis, and even Siakol! nyahahahaaaa
Alanis Morrisette! Where are you? For a time I really thought Kiedis and Alanis were really siblings! really! And for sometime I got confused which one was Sheryl Crow and which one was Alanis.
And Sheryl Crow’s cover of Led Zep’s Dy’er Mak’er. I dunno how it’s spelled. I like that song.
Did I forget any band. Yes, lots! I know, I know!
There’s this song I really like from Del Amitri, Roll to Me. But I haven’t found a CD of it or heard it played since 1965. Look aroun your world pretty baby is it everything you’d hoped it’d be? The wrong guy, the wrong situation, the right time to roooooll to meee…
Or this song: Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oo o-oooooo…Darling, don’t you go and cut your hair, do you think it’s gonna make him change? I’m just a boy with a new haircut. It’s a pretty nice haircut….blah blah.
Or this song: I’m dumb she’s a lesbian, I thought I had found the one. We were good as married in my mind. But married in my mind’s no good.
Or remember this song: It’s easier not to be wise. And measure these things by your eyes…
Mike and the Mechanics (yes, they used to get played in NU, tsk).
Stop. I’m not getting anywhere. I just want to sing.
Today I was in the Third Diocesan Synod of the Archdiocese of Jaro and it was a beautiful experience, seriously. It was my third time in three months to fiddle with the Family Life Linneamenta (ask me what this is). I think there really are people who are serious about making a change in our world today through the family. These are the kind of people you meet at the synod (including me. sure gid). So when you pray that prayer after communion, thank you. The Holy Spirit was with us (serioso na ko, sure gid). You know it’s the Spirit moving when things just…flow.
But nadula-an ako espirito when I spotted somebody who looked kinda familiar. No, it wasn’t he-who-must-not-be-named, but a guy I was with at the Cebu bus terminal when we got stranded in Cebu last summer. At that time, he was with this lady who we (my tropa and I) assumed was his wife. (he’s in his early 40’s, I think). This morning, I saw him again and guess what? This guy turns out to be a priest! Que horror! Que horror! And he was in the Family Life session! Chef! Chef! Chef! Basi sister ya lang. OK? Sister. Do not interpret facts.
Posted by Cecile on Nov 8, '10 12:20 AM for everyone
Really just random thoughts now.
Remember that 15 albums thing on facebook? Well I got lots of suya for that. Someone said, "Waw, this is so '90s." Gid man. Kay pano na, 10 out of 15 albums were from the '90s. And because I listened to NU.
When I was in third year high school (1993? wince.), Annieh (with an h, yes) loved What's Going On, I think only because she liked screeching the Heeeeyeeeheeeeheeeyyaaaaa part. Well, there was no other radio station that was playing it but NU...which in darkest Iloilandia was not NU 107, but YNY 107. She told me to listen to YNY that day and I did and that began my ascent to the heights of rock snobbery. Sniff.
From NU, I learned:
That listening and worse, singing along to Bon Jovi was a criminal offense, as bad as admitting you like April Boy Regino.
That Anthony Kiedis and Alanis Morissette are not siblings.
That Ozzie Osbourne plus the 10,000 Maniacs equals 10,001 Maniacs.
That Billy Corgan's brother had special needs.
That Pearl Jam was never going to produce another music video.
That a Bodhisattva was not just a fancy name for Jun Lopito's album.
That there was just no way I could say Buruguduystunstugudunstuy 10 times, much less spell it correctly.
That when Ely was king, Bamboo was...just a shoot. Really.
And now, I'm listening to the last one and a half hours of NU107, the Station that Rocks the Nation, the Home of New Rock
The next time we hear from them, they'll be playing Bieber and Miley. Wince.
And I'm just been riding the waves of nostalgia. Super sentey...
I'd get a kick imitating this spiel:
Cow. Not a cow. Santa Claus. Not Santa Claus. Radio. Not Radio.
NU 107 is keeping a finger on the future and it's not radio. Not Radio. 60 minutes of the latest in modern rock and the new metal. Music that's pushing the boundaries of rock as we know it. They said we couldn't play it. So we're putting it on. Saturday nights at 9. Not for the unprepared. Not Radio. From the future of rock and roll.
NU 107's Not Radio from Blue Ice Beer. It's our beer, it's our turn.
A and F would make me say this over and over and laugh and laugh...at me. Bahala na.
Chaui and I lived for the Midnight Countdown. I loved Remote Control Weekend. I thought it was genius.
When YNY was still on, my barkada J had a crush on a deejay and the whole barkada stalked him.
And we always were walking on egg shells when we saw it was the fat guy in the booth.
When we went up the Uygongco Apartment to vote for the Rock Awards, C was so scared to write her telephone number - what if NU called?
We'd sing Good while waiting for the jeep. Or Rosalea. Or Roll to Me. And scare the driver to change the station to NU and we'd have NU for the joy ride. From UP to the city and back to UP.
Some afternoons by the coop, we'd just sing "frustrated incorporated" the entire time, we didn't know the other lines, just that line.
I'm feeling the way I felt when I watched The Final Set. That something so good just has to end.
Posted by Cecile on Oct 21, '10 9:42 PM for everyone
YEP, APPLE KILLED THE CD TODAY
MG Siegler
Stop. Take a deep breath. Before my headline gets you all worked up, consider what I’m saying here. The CD and other optical discs, like DVDs and Blu-rays, are obviously going to live on for a while as a way to transport media. But make no mistake that today, with two unveilings, Apple has effectively sealed the fate of the optical disc in the computer industry. Soon, it will go the way of the floppy disk.
Last week, I wrote a post laying out what I hoped Apple would bring with a revamped MacBook Air. I came to the realization thatI had never once used the optical drive in my current MacBook Pro, and it was simply taking up a lot of space and was making my computer unnecessarily bulky. I wanted to replace it with a MacBook Air.And now I can. And I’m not going to be the only one that does.
Now, I know what you’re thinking: but the MacBook Air has been around for a couple of years and it hasn’t killed off the optical disc yet. That’s true, but a couple key ingredients were missing the last time around.
First of all, the first-generation Airs were a bad combination of underpowered and overpriced. That is no longer the case. Second, they required some convoluted desktop computer CD syncing system to be able to install something from an optical disc to the Air (or an optional USB add-on). That is also no longer the case (though both still exists).
When you get your MacBook Air and you open the box, you will find exactlyzero optical discs inside. Normally, Apple includes at least one back-up DVD to reinstall OS X and other software if your computer fails. But now, that has been replaced with a super-slim USB stick. This stick, packed in with your manual, is all you need to reinstall your system now.
This makes a lot of sense. CDs were replaced by DVDs because they offered a lot more storage. But flash memory cards, such as the one Apple includes with the Air, are already blowing DVDs out of the water when it comes to storage. They may still be more expensive to produce, but Apple has clearly figured out a way to make it work. I suspect we may see more drives like this one (which use much less plastic than typical USB flash drives — and appear to even use less plastic than optical discs).
But that’s only one half of the future.
The other half is a potentially much bigger announcement Apple made today: theMac App Store. While Apple didn’t give a ton of details yet, it appears that this store will work pretty much just as their App Store does on the iPhone, iPad, and iPod touch. There will be free and paid apps. There will be one-click downloads. There will be automatic updates. All that.
What there won’t be are any optical discs.
Up until now, the vast majority of software (at least the legal variety) has been distributed by way of CD or DVD. The Mac App Store could very well change that. Every app found on that store, undoubtedly including the big ones we all know and love and use on our computers today, will be distributed over the Internet. This is long overdue.
Plenty of companies have tried Internet distribution for a long time. Some have success, and some don’t. But none have the type of central repository that Apple is offering here. This is going to be huge.
If it sounds similar to what Google isworking on with the Chrome Web Store, or what Mozilla isproposing with their Open Web Ecosystem, remember that those are onlyweb apps. We’re talking native applications for the Mac App Store. We’re talking apps that run on your computer, just like you have now, they’re just distributed in a way that makes a lot more sense.
They’re distributed in a way that makes the CD, DVD, and every other optical disc obsolete. And that’s good, since soon the optical drives will start to fade out of existence as well.
With the launch of the iTunes Music Store seven and a half years ago, Apple put the wheels in motion to kill the CD. Today, they kicked off their final assault. There will be no survivors.
