Thursday, November 08, 2001
I'm in Greenbelt.
It's raining outside.
So, I'm stuck here for awhile.
Don't think my umbrella will be any help in the rain.
There's a storm coming.
Wonder how bad it'll get tomorrow.
Tomorrow... in three hours, actually, it's be my birthday.
And I'll be 29.
Actually, I've got a lot of stuff to do.
Wow! I'll be 30 next year.
Karen celebrated her 30th bday with the launch of her book.
Not a bad idea.
I've got a year to put all together.
But what's it going to be?
I have several things in mind.
It's just a question of what can be done in 365days, considering everyone else's schedule... and my schedule...
Avid replied to my email about Alamat's 7th anniversary. Said something about, after seven years, Alamat hasn't really done a "real comic book"-- "a book with colors and good lettering". :)
I wonder who he's referring to. :)
Anyway, that's a thought. To release Alamat's first full-color book.
Yes... if you've got P100,000. (And that's just one issue.)
So, where is that man with a million dollars?
It's been a running joke in our group, that one of these days a man carrying a black bag will come to us and for some inane reason will give us the bag and it'll turn out that it contains a million dollars. "Hey kids!" he'll drawl with a Southern accent, "I seen sketch'n some stuff there and I gotta say, like it. Here's a million dollars! Go make a comic book!"
We'll, we've stopped waiting and started working.
But it sure would be nice if he came along soon.
There's also the question of can I keep my sanity in this agency for another year?
Of course, that can only be answered next year.
Well, whatever it's going to be... HERE WE GO!!!
Posted by Budjette at 8:55 PM
AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #36 comes out next week (I think).
It deals with the Sept.11 attack.Written by J. Michael Straczynski and illustrated John Romita Jr.
Here are some preview pages: showing the building collapsing, a tribute to the fire fighters, and random scenes in the city and in the crashed airliner.
Damn. Just looking the pictures made me teary-eyed again.
God bless us all.
Fly high, seek peace.
Posted by Budjette at 7:00 PM
Wednesday, November 07, 2001
Getting wired on Mr.D
The nearby coffee shop closed down.
Starbucks is all the way down the street.
And Dome is on the other side of the street.
Both are just too expensive for me these days.
Then there's Mr. Donut is is just across the street.
It's always been there, but never really bother.
The other day, went over there with Grace and we both ordered to cups of their brewed coffee.
Back the office, I pour my two cups into my mug and realized that it was as much as a tall drink from Starbucks-- and only for P35.00!
So, I've now gone back to Mr.D... good old Mr.D. He who kept us awake and fed during the early days of Alamat.
I just wish they didn't tune in to those lousy pop stations-- but I guess that's what makes Mr. D, Mr.D.
Posted by Budjette at 6:02 PM
Monday, November 05, 2001
Whilce Portacio comments on "Looking for Heroes"
I for one thank you for sharing your thoughts...even tho' I was raised here in the US, I as a Filipino also share your final thoughts. Where are our heroes? In fact, I have been trying to no avail to convey in words and thoughts that a Filipino audience could understand some of these same thoughts that you have shared with all of us.
My perspective would be mostly concentrating on the view that I wish that Filipino's as a culture, as a people would take to heart the lesson in hero cherishing that America is showing to the world and has been showing to the world for decades. The one thing that motivates every American whether you are born to it, or naturalized to it, or are in the process of gaining that status is the love and value of heroes.
From the second America realized that those video images we watched live on TV were actually real, America went actively hunting for Heroes. Throughout its history this has been a country which takes value time in looking for heroes amongst its population to put on that pillar of praise. The movie "Saving Private Ryan" actually happened. There actually was (in the middle of wartime) a division in the US military whose only purpose was to find and publicize our war heroes. When they found an actual hero and he was still alive, he was given a medal and they sent him back home before he could get killed, so that he would bring back the honor and pride of his accomplishments back to his fellow Americans. That kind of an example is powerful and is personified in all those firemen who were killed at the WTC's and those still struggling to find the bodies of those still buried there. They know as they go about their dangerous jobs that they might not make it thru the day and they do it willingly because they know that they will be remembered. For some who had imperfect lives here was a chance in one fell swoop to erase all the bad and mistakes and bath in the good of all. For a vast majority it was just like second thought to wallow into danger because they grew up on this mythos, this living mythos that America honors, cherishes, and loves its heroes.
You watch TV and news now and you see everywhere praise for the fallen and prideful stories of bravery, and honor being bestowed on all of them. All the news crews in the country are hungry to find the best, the bravest hero.
I look back to the recent flashpoints in Philippine history and find little evidence, not of heroes (I am sure there are countless everyday hero's) but what I find little of is the hunger to find and recognize those heroes. What is missing is the desire to find heroes amongst our own. I even remember the few instances of people recollecting the bravery of so-and-so but that followed immediately by derogatory remarks and jokes. When someone makes it big or becomes famous the person is toted as being "kuripot", "mayabang", or "bakla". In other words he made it big only by becoming one of the three. Talent, perseverance, and hard work had nothing to do with it.
This shows in the fact that retired writers, actors, politicians, doctors, policemen, etc. are not sought after to give up of their experiences to train the young, but instead are thrown away and left to wither and die. Thereby teaching the lesson that to strive, to become the best is not worth it.
It shows in the fact that other than Jose Rizal we have no books proclaiming to the whole world who our worthy are. Even the books on Jose Rizal make him out to be a superman, so much so that how can the everyday Filipino ever hope to become like him. To strive for his life.
I rattle on but let me end with my hope. That creative people like you and I never stop to create the hero's, to praise the hero's and their lives. I would only hope (since we are such a small voice) that the editorial newspaper writers and the anchor newspeople, and our current historians
start to realize the importance in nation building a "hero" serves. Hero's are the foundation of national pride. History bears me out. Look at all the countries and civilizations that have achieved greatness and you will find countless heroes. Every country that you may think of as weak you will find an absence of heroes. The strongest of countries you will find a history filled with heroes and an eagerness to proclaim them.
We Filipino's are a proud and thoughtful people respected around the world for our kindness and respect we have for other peoples and cultures...when will we respect ourselves enough to find and proclaim our own real everyday hero's???
Posted by Budjette at 3:29 PM
Rafael Kayanan comments on "Looking for Heroes".
Excellent post Budjette.
From my New York citizen's perspective though, many NYCers felt the same as you did about the police and the government on the eve of Sept. 10th. Only the firemen have been held in high regard because we see the skyscrapers and experience daily the problems of dealing with the tall structures. What do we do if caught in an earthquake (which we had on a small scale this morning) or a fire etc.? So these were folks we saw in high regard already. The police and Giuliani had some scars on them due to certain aberrations in the department.
It took a time of great crisis to show the rest of the city what they represented. Their ideal core as protectors of the citizenry.
It took a crisis such as this for NYers to show the country what they were made of.
It took the comic industry a crisis such as this to touch on the very core of what makes a hero. I bet there were many with tears in their eyes as they laid brush to paper those smoke filled nights.
I sent a piece for the book as well, and Marvel will include it inside some of the books. It was a depiction of two firemen about three inches tall on the 11 by 17 inch board. Above them and the rest of the page are the flames and smoke billowing out from a stairway doorway in the distance. The flames daring them to rescue and bet on hope. Barking and taunting them.
Yet they are drawn rushing in with reckless abandon.
Last week in LA I had dinner with the sister of the doomed pilot of the second plane which hit the 2nd WTC tower. The one she said that was shown in all angles, she witnessed her brother perish a thousand times on several angles on the tv. She said that several thousand attended his funeral and that in that small notion she felt that people understood her grief.
There's faces to all these tragedies and I think many artists captured that in the comic.
Posted by Budjette at 3:24 PM