Showing posts from October, 2007

Entrepreneur on a Bicycle.

John Gokongwei Jr Was Having Twice The FunBy Frank A Hilario
Watermarking your book with young John Gokongwei Jr riding his bicycle: Are you saying this is the boy image ofentrepreneurship? The boy didn’t even know the word existed. He had to buy & sell for his family to survive. Then, at 15 years of age, he started taking risks. That was when within the teenager, entrepreneurship was born. The bicycle was a ride, not a risk.There is that risk of writing in hindsight on someone who has been hugely successful in business: You attribute his present success to his knowledge in the past, what he has learned in the course of time to what he was going to learn yet. You gloss over his learning process. He was born a genius; his genius lies in entrepreneurship – he was born with a silver spoonful of risk in his mouth.I rate Marites A Kahnser’s book, John L Gokongwei Jr: The Path of Entrepreneurship (2007, Quezon City: Ateneo de Manila University, 244 pages) a 7.5 where 10 is Top. It is wel…

Cursing the Darkness Again!

Cursing The Candle Too.
By Frank A Hilario

If so, may the Curse be with you! ¶ Since I’m not a doctor, don’t be surprised I’m studying curses, not cures. And for a very practical reason too: It’s easier to curse than to cure.In 1962, Eleanor Roosevelt addressed the United Nations General Assembly, and Adlai Stevenson said of her: ‘She would rather light candles than curse the darkness, and her glow has warmed the world’ ( The man knew the lady knew better.Darkness is a metaphor for ignorance or evil. Don’t fall for the metaphor. Andrew Aguecheek says: The advice given is, ‘if something is wrong, do something about it rather than complain’ ( Right. But Andrew, it’s easier to complain.The original Chinese proverb is:
Don’t curse the darkness – light a candle.Some original Franciscan proverbs are:
Don’t curse the darkness – light candles. Not just one.
Don’t curse the darkness – someone may be listening.
Don’t curse the darkness – it’s not a good. No competing …

Grammar of Global warming.

Your Language Repaired While You WaitBy Frank A Hilario
Having read many a report, and retort, on global warming, it’s the risqué global scientific language that bothers me, not the rising local everyday temperature. This morning (October 28, Manila) I googled with Safesearch for “global warming” and got 10,500,000 English pages. I looked into 100 maybe; I looked at many more; slowly, I warmed up to the idea that there had been a global cooling off plain words, that if I wanted plain English to heat up, if I wanted it done right, I had to do it myself.Still, I’m not really surprised. Except a handful like Stephen Hawking, Carl Sagan, Isaac Asimov, David Suzuki, scientists have never been known to communicate well to the public. I suspect they like it like that, because then they can stay and feel safe in their ivory towers.So, if the whole literate world is not accepting the fact of global warming, I must blame the scientists, especially the UN Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change…

Talking to Strangers?

Bill Gates Dotting His i’s, Crossing His PeasBy Frank A Hilario
Bill Gates is a Boy Wonder to me; I wonder what he was doing in 1973 outside school in Harvard – studying law? (He dropped out.) I don’t know him from Adam Smith, but I know he’s a Word Wizard, known that for years, beginning with his alpha Word 1 circa 1987. His Word 4 was a pain in the ass – you sit long hours to come up with a manuscript worth perusing; his Word 5 was the beginning of a paradigm shift that the world sat up and took notice of; his Word 2003 is genius I now recognize and love to the max; it’s his Word 2007 I have a problem with, a complete stranger to me and, you know, I don’t talk to strangers.William Henry Gates, I presume? Photo by Domain BarnyardOh, but Bill Gates is talking to strangers now. He has of course been traveling the information superhighway and, as of last report, he was last seen in Africa this September, and in two different places at the same time! South Africa and Tanzania. That’s the …

Seeds For My Sweet.

Sorghum For My Honey, Satisfaction Guaranteed!The Yankee poultry raisers feed their chickens with expensive food: corn. That is because corn prices have jumped following the high demand for corn for ethanol, GW Bush’s biofuel of choice. Are they riding Volkswagens now? Do Yankees always make terrible food-for-non-food choices?With each jump in the corn price, the Yankee farmers are happier and the poultry raisers in the US and in the Philippines are sadder. You see, we Filipinos purchase Yankee jokes and buy their corn. This one is for the birds.Lester Brown, President of the Earth Policy Institute, says, ‘We’re putting the supermarket in competition with the corner filling station for the output of the farm’ (Matthew Wald, 2006 January 16, ‘We’ here refers to the Yankees, who thrive on competition, which drives their economy. They have capitalism, don’t they?Robert Brown, a professor in agricultural engineering at Iowa State University, says ‘The impression is that we’r…

Kama Sutra Slides.

Imagine That!
Continuing Education In PowerPoint PresentationsBy Frank A Hilario
Making love is beautiful, but these rules apply: Do not fold, spindle or mutilate! Don’t mis-use, dis-use, mal-use. Amuse, don’t abuse. If you’re making love only to the body, not body and soul, you’re pathetic. If you have never made love, you’re welcome here – you may, however, fail to appreciate the subtleties of the fine art of making a PowerPoint presentation, or of making love. What you will see is our one-night stand. If you’re thinking of your one-night-stand (or of Chuck & Larry), you’re not thinking of love: rather, you’re thinking of consenting adults and the convenience of experience, not the experience of the beauty of it all. Love is beautiful if you can get it, and you get only if you give. Love, it’s not more blessed to give: it’s necessary. The love story in (not on) the table you see (below) in two columns actually happened today as I finished writing this morning (October 13, Saturda…