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Re: Is “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” a real word referring to Irish hookers?

“Supercali” = superbeautiful (Greek, super=over + kallos=beautiful)

“Fragilistic?” = the word “fragile” comes to mind, which is probably from Latin “frango?” which means “breakable”? Just making an inference here…

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super kal-el

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Is “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious” a real word referring to irish hookers?

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August 21, 2005. Early morning, Ninoy’s 22nd death anniversary, the moon’s on the wane after reaching its peak fullness the day before…

With Susan (my trusty old guitar now lost to typhoon Ondoy/Ketsana), I jammed with the street children who usually loiter at the corner street in front of Angono public market, where this Moslem guy cells CD’s and DVD’s. (From time to time, this guy would have free movie screenings, for the folks who happen to be loitering there in the wee hours of the morning.) I sang Yano’s “Banal na Aso, Santong Kabayo.” The kids responded with Parokya ni Edgar’s “Chikinini.” One even rapped a few (I’m thinking, improvised) bawdy verses…

I had fun. I think the kids did too. Checked the time on my cellphone. 4:00 am. Or thereabouts… Put it on the sidewalk where I was sitting. And forgot all about it. Somebody must have taken it while we were having a blast.

Oh well.

best regards,
ian

“The Filipino’s worth dying for.” – Ninoy Aquino

Tags: Filipinos, Jamming, Music, Ninoy Aquino, Parokya ni Edgar, Yano
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A poem by Rumi:

Because I Cannot Sleep

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a good reputation nor disgrace.

A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have run a thousand miles away.

The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe is getting tighter and tighter.

The moon says, “How long will I remain suspended without a sun?”
Without Love’s jewel inside of me, let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.

O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces.
O Love, You who shape the faces of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris, give me a glass from Your bottle, or a handful of bheng from your branch.

Remove the cork once more.
Then we’ll see a thousand chiefs prostrate, and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
The the addict will be freed of craving and will be resurrected, and stand in awe till Judgment Day.

(translation by Kabir Helminski and Lail Fouladvend)

Tags: Kabir Helminski, Lail Fourladvend, Poem, Rumi, Translation
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Let Me Go.
(To all the girls I’ve loved before, will have loved in the future, have been presently loving)
by Michael Ian Lomongo

Let me go.
Letlet…
Mimi…
Let me go.
Letty…
Amy…
Mi amiga…
Let me go.
Mei-li… Gong-li… Agogo…
Let me go.

Amigas, dejadme que me vaya.

Michelle… Mabel…
Let me go.
Son les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble,
Tres bien ensemble:
Let me go.
Yeah.
Let me be.
Words of wisdom:
Let it be.
January, 2005

Tags: Girls, Love, Michelle, Poetry, songs
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Drugs and alcohol can open up a spiritual experience. But, as Bhagavan Das pointed out, it’s a dark (tamasic) path and the danger is in being eaten up or swallowed by the substance, instead of the other way around.

I haven’t taken hallucinogens. (I’d like to, someday, with reformed drug addict Rudy as a “guide.” To make sure I don’t harm myself or another…)

I think my first experience of “psychedelia” was Sesame Street. (“1,2,3,4,5…6,7,8,9,10…11,12… doodoodoodoo…,” among others…) My parents were not hippies. They listened to Bread, middle-of-the-road stuff…

But I had a cool uncle and aunt. My Uncle Boyet brought me to an open-field rock concert when I was maybe 6… where I think I first heard Pepe Smith. This uncle would show me his psychedelic paintings and taught me my first cool words: “Hayuup!” “Haneeeep!”

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Tags: Alcohol, Drugs, Drunkenness, Lucid Dreaming, Music, Pasig Market, Penguin Cafe, Pepe Smith, Psychedelia, Rock, Sobriety, spirituality
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I remember this film I saw in one of the French Spring Film Festivals, “Chance or Coincidence” about an “eventologist” (or someething) whose “other” job is to find connections/meanings in the chance occurences of life. I don’t remember the details of the story, it’s a love story (I think). I liked it, and also this Nat King Cole song in it, with the words “For all we know/care…?” Ala lang, baka lang alam n’yo. Am being whimsical here. It might have some meaning in the greater scheme of things. Hehehe.

Was also fascinated by “Sliders” (the TV series with Jerry O’Connell?) and “Sliding Doors” (with Gwyneth Paltrow).

In the TV series (based on a scientific theory, the “many-possible worlds” theory), the character played by Jerry, with his friends and professor (John Rhys-Davies), travel through a wormhole that leads to a parallel universe. Same time, different world. In some episodes, they even get to meet their alter-egos.

The movie “Sliding Doors” is premised on this one triviality: whether Gwyneth’s character is able to get on the subway on her way home or not. And the two parallel lives of Gwyneth play themselves out, each radically different from the other — all because of missing/not-missing a train ride. The movie however makes this intriguing, though perhaps unwarranted, conceit. The two Gwyneths (almost meet physically in an elevator) become “reconciled” during this scene by having only one singular experience, implying that the events which would follow from now on would be the same, even if they diverged earlier. Perhaps her inner reconciliation brought about the reconciliation of two divergent worlds? Perhaps she is owned by a destiny that’s greater than all the numerous happenstance of her life?

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Excerpts from “When Fish Talk: A Retrospective” by Pancho Vera Lapuz (in NU107 Rock Awards X Mag):

“… The only thing that doesn’t change is change. Less than a month ago, scientists discovered a black hole in space that emits a tone in the key of B flat. In the key of C, that is the minor 7th note, which could make the C scale Dominant, or Blues, or it could be a chromatic passing tone, Jazz, on its way up to the Major, down to the diminished, or through to the melodic minor. It could even be in its own scale of B flat, indifferent, arrhythmic. No mention of rhythm, just tone. It takes both tone and rhythm to make music, in the standard sense. Maybe tone is all it provides, and it’s up to us to provide beat, time, signature, and meter, up to us to offer the pulse to the eternal dance. Why do we hear it? Why does it move us? Contemporaneous to that, in our lifetime, the planet Mars is the closest it will ever be in orbit to the planet Earth, not in another multibillion million ice ages will it ever be that close again. Furthermore, scientists have also recently spotted an asteroid headed directly toward us, how big is it? How big does it have to be? … That’s the trident visible on our horizon: the black hole in B flat, that’s 1, Mars as close as it will ever get, that’s 2, and the asteroid, headed in our direction makes 3. Self-preservation is the main idea, you’ve got to pick up every stitch, pickle our planet and save it, save ourselves, for the eternal quest ahead, peace on earth, goodwill towards men, survival of the fittest, in search of the dominant gene, the eternal treadmill, the journey, the groove, and the run of things.

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Para Mama, Para Nga!!!
(isang monologo para sa bagong taon)

alay sa mga bwakanang files ko na nabura noong bisperas ng bwakanang bagong taon…

ni Body Dancer

Sampung taon na ang nakararaan ng una akong mag-odisyon para maging scholar ng Tanghalang Pilipino Actors’ Company. Mula sa mahigit limampung ininterbyu bago mag-odisyon, naiwan kaming kulang-kulang 20. Tatlong araw yung odisyon. Bawa’t araw, nababawasan kami. Matira matibay. Survival of the fittest. Darwinian natural selection. Selecta. Choose your own adventure.

Umabot ako sa pangatlong araw.

But ultimately failed to make the grade.

Almost made it. But didn’t.

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Tags: Art, Life, Love, monologue, Music, songs
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Well, I’m writing my first post here in this site. (I wrote “Acting as a Path to a Spirituality of Compassion” a long, long time ago. 2001? My brother Errol posted it here.) I don’t know much about blogging. All I know is that, at the very least, without meaning to be derogatory to those who do practice it, it could be some kind of an “online diary or journal.” Or simply, where one puts up the ramblings and rumblings of one’s mind. And heart.

I’ve had some posts in my friendster account: http://xn3ct.blogs.friendster.com/xn3ct/

And one of these days, I’m going to organize the writings I’ve done. Perhaps here.

For now, let me “talk” about the name of this site: xn3cts.com

I first thought of the name “xn3ct” in the 80’s. There was this song “Dear God.” (No, not the one by Midge Ure which has lines like “Give me… peace in a restless world…”) I’m thinking of the more scandalous (and for me then, probably heretical and blasphemous) song of the same title by xtc. (Some of the lines go like this: “Did you make man after we made you?” And this was way before I even heard of Marx and Feuerbach.)

Anyway, I thought the name of the band was clever. Instead of spelling “ecstasy,” they had “xtc.” And remember this was also the era of bands like the INXS (“In excess.”)

It was 1988, I was still in the seminary and I was thinking of a name for a band to form. I came up with “xn3ct.” Yeah, for “eccentricity.”

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Tags: Music, names, Philosophy, Writing, xn3ct, xtc
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