Showing posts from November, 2008

Reproductive Health 101.

Let’s make love as if it’s just the animal in us?Love for sale. That’s the oldest profession in the world. In the Philippines, the ladies and gentlemen who are proponents of Senate Bill 40, SB 43, SB 622, SB 1256 and SB 1299, and House Bill 5043, all with their Gospel of Reproductive Health and their Prophecy of Sustainable Human Development, perhaps don’t realize it, but with all that insistent talk about the State guaranteeing universal access to medically safe, legal, affordable and quality reproductive health care services, methods, techniques, devices, equipment, drugs, medicines, supplies and pertinent information, essentially each of those bills makes love for sale. Cheap!If you want to buy my wares, follow me and climb the stairs.
Love for sale.I’ve heard that before. So, this is my plea to Senators Rodolfo G Biazon, Panfilo M Lacson, Jinggoy P Ejercito-Estrada, and Miriam Defensor-Santiago; and to Representatives Edcel C Lagman, Janette L Garin, Narciso D Santiago III, Mark Ll…

The Little People.

Creative capitalism needs risk takers in science
If you were a Wall Street investor and a loser, what you had was paper money. Now the paper has run out; now you’re left holding the bag, no paper. You invested your future on a piece of paper, and now all you have is the future.
Wall Street has always been high risk, as high as the TrumpBuilding at 40 Wall Street between William and Broad Streets - 282 meters, 72 floors. Wall Street is speculative, not creative capitalism. Now, it’s time to invest more on the little people. Compared to Wall Street, the little people are hardly a risk. They are the greater number anyway, the multitude, remember? Out of the sweat of their brow we have been enjoying our food, clothing, shelter, and medicine, not to mention our luxuries. The little people are the creative workers. Take the creative risk, if not Christian risk, and you’ll be glad you did. Didn’t Jesus say? ‘Just as you did it to one of the least of my brothers, you did it to me.’ Matthew 25: …

The Audacity of Love.

Henry David Thoreau meets Therese of Lisieux

When a man meets a woman, something’s got to give?How can I unite Henry David Thoreau, 37 years old & smart & a complex man himself, with Therese Martin, 15 years old & beauty & brains & lively & virgin & stubborn & naughty, one an American philosopher who did not believe in a personal God, the other a French Carmelite whose God was very personal? I hope to catch them in the coincidence of their own words.I like to make things simpler. ‘Simplify, simplify!’ I remember Thoreau saying (I have written about this in my ‘Birth of Hope,’ 2006, Thoreau, also a poet and essayist, was born 191 years ago; he published Walden, Or Life In The Woods, in 1854. I first read him about 100 years later, as I was already a voracious reader while still in high school at RizalJunior College growing up in the village of Sanchez in my hometown of Asingan, Pangasinan in northern Luzon in the Philippines. …