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ehliena · 4 years

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FilAms referring to the Philippines as the acronym PI while they are calling homelanders for the use of Filipinx and Pinxy is peak irony. That is without adding these two facts: the letter F is a loaned letter in Tagalog from the oppressors (and its corresponding phoneme too) and that the demonym is an appellation to Felipe II of Spain. And for someone like me who reads and writes in Baybayin since age 15, to write a Baybayin X seems like a dark humor scene in a Taika Waititi comedy. (Yes, I do Baybayin shiz for fun, but not as serious as Kristian Kabuay and NordenX.)

I first encountered PI among FilAms during Christmas vacation 2002 in LA; and Pilipinx when I joined the theatrical production of a FilAm musical at CalState East Bay in 2016. I understand that it is their culture and I respect it, and I assimilate. I easily assimilate with what I call my Nickelodeon voice, which I have acquired from when jailbroken cable services became a thing in Mega Manila and through my theatre background. But when in Rome, we live the Roman way, so as the Santa Mesa-born foreigner, I have to hide that dark laughter every single time someone uses PI.

But of course, 2020 had to make us see PI-using FilAms pressuring homelander to use Filipinx, citing political correctness and gender neutrality (while white American Pemberton, the killer of Filipino transwoman Jennifer Laude, was given an absolute pardon by Duterte).

So, let us start my TEDtalk.

P.I. is a colloquial acronym for Putanginamo (the equivalent of Fuck You) used by conservative Filipinos who probably are only retelling a story.

Tsismosa 1: “Minura ni Aling Biring si Ka Boying.” (Aling Biring cursed Ka Boying)

Tsismosa 2: “Oh? Ano ika?” (Really? What did she say?)

Tsismosa 1: “Malutong at umaatikabong PI.” (A hard and surging PI.)

Then I imagine PI as the curse when FilAms say some sentences:

“Are you flying back to Putangina?”

“I miss Putangina. We went to Boracay.”

“Duterte is President of Putangina.”

But it’s fine with me. I understand they mean well and I know that Americans, as first world as they are, have poor grasp of history. It’s a little sad though that FilAms have not always been reminded of this special footnote in the history of the United States:

P.I. stands for Philippine Islands. That’s the colonial name of the Philippines as a commonwealth republic under the United States, which the republic stopped using when the 1935 Constitution was enacted in 1946. Yes, in case people are forgetting, the Philippines has long been a state with full sovereignty recognized by the United Nations (of which we are a founding member of and wherein Carlos Romulo served as President) and recognized by Shaider Pulis Pangkalawakan.

Also, RP is used to refer to the Republic of the Philippines before the use of the standard two-letter country code PH.

I’m not saying FilAms should stop using PI to refer to the Philippines but I’m saying that the roots of that practice is from American oppression that homelanders have already cancelledttt.

Our oldest bank in the Philippines is BPI. It stands for Bank of the Philippine Islands, originally named El Banco Español Filipino de Isabel II because it was founded during Queen Isabella II’s reign. It was a public bank by then; perhaps comparable to the Federal Reserve. Upon its privatization during the American occupation, the bank started using BPI for the sake of branding because it was the Americans who christened us with P.I. (I have a theory that Manila was a character in Money Heist because the Royal Mint of Spain used to have a branch in the Philippines and operated very closely with BPI. And my other supernatural theory is that our translation of peso which is ‘piso’ affects our economy. ‘Piso’ means ‘floor’ or ‘flat’ in Spanish.)

Now, going back. To me, P.I. is more appropriate an acronym for the ethnic group of Pacific Islanders. I don't think I need to explain further why. These would be the natives of Hawai’i, Guam, Tuvalu, Kiribati, and other islands in the Oceania continent, and maybe even New Zealand. If a curious FilAm raises a question of whether Filipinos are Pacific Islanders or Asians or Hispanics, the answer is long but easy to understand.

The Filipinos live in a group of islands within the Pacific Plate. The Philippines is an Asian country, following conventions of geopolitical continental borders from the other. We are Hispanics by virtue of being under Spain for three fucking centuries. And Teresita Marquez is Reina Hispanoamericana because why not? (We could’ve been a part of America still if not for the efforts of Quezon.) So, the quick answer is that the Filipino is all of it.

Yes, the Filipinos have an affinity with the Pacific through nature and geography. Think of the earthquakes, volcanoes, flora and fauna, and the coconuts. And they even look like us. The earlier inhabitants of the archipelago were Pacific Islanders who were introduced to Hinduism and Buddhism as being closer to the cradles of civilization India and China. Then, the Islamic faith has grown along with the rise of the kingdoms and polities in Southeast Asia. The Spaniards arrived in the archipelago, to an already civilized Islamic polity - too civilized that they understood how diplomacy is necessary in war. We knew that it resulted to the defeat and death of Magellan who was fighting for Rajah ‘Don Carlos’ Humabon. Then came the 333 years of being under Spain AND (sic) the Catholic Church which made us more Hispanic. Our Austronesian/Malayo-Polynesian languages (Tagalog, Bisaya, Kapampangan, Ilocano, Bikol, Waray, Cuyonon, etc.) have kept our Asian identity intact - unlike Latin American countries where the official language of each is one of the Romance languages; thus "Latin".

(It is only towards the end of that 333-year Spanish rule that the 'Filipino' emerged to be something the oppressed could claim, and for that we thank the poet in Jose Rizal. I see a parallel in how Christians claimed the cross, the former symbol of criminals in Jewish tradition, to become the symbol of God’s love and salvation through Jesus. Wow. That’s so UST of me. Lol.)

You add into the mix that our diaspora is so large and identifiable, the data gatherers decided to mark the tables with “Filipino” - too Asian to be Hispanic and Pacific, too Pacific to be Hispanic and Asian, and too Hispanic to be Asian and Pacific.

What many FilAms do not realize everyday is that unlike the words Blacks, Latinx, Asians, or Pacific Islanders, or Hispanics, the word Filipino is not just a word denoting an ethnic group. At its highest technical form, the word Filipino is a word for the citizenship of a sovereign nation, enshrined in the constitution of a free people whose history hinges on the first constitutional republic in Asia.

By state, we mean a sovereign nation and not a federal state. (Well, even with Chinese intervention, at the very least we try.)

By state, we mean we are a people with a national territory, a government, and a legal system inspired by the traditions of our ancestors and oppressors. It may be ugly, but it is ours, and we have the power to change it.

This one may be as confusing as Greek-Grecian-Greco-Hellenic-Hellene, but let’s examine the word 'Filipino' further when placed side by side with related words.

*Pilipinas is the country; official name: Republika ng Pilipinas. It is translated into English as “Philippines”; official name: Republic of the Philippines. Spanish translates it into “Filipinas”, the Germans “Philippinen”, the French “Les Philippines”, the Italians “Filippine”.

*Pilipino refers to the people. It is translated into English as Filipino. The plural forms are ‘mga Pilipino’ and ‘Filipinos’.

*Philippine is an English adjective relating to the Philippines, commonly used for official functions. It may be used as an alternative to the other western adjective ‘Filipino’ but the interchangeability is very, very nuanced. Filipino people not Philippine people. Filipino government and Philippine government. Philippine Embassy, Filipino embassy, not Filipino Embassy. Tricky, eh?

*Filipino also refers to the official language of the state (which is basically Tagalog).

*Filipiniana refers to Philippine-related books and non-book materials (cultural items, games, fashion, etc.) which could be produced by Filipinos or non-Filipinos, inside or outside the Philippines.

*Pinoy is a colloquial gender-neutral demonym; comparable to how New Zealanders use the word Kiwi.

The demonym Filipino has evolved from that of referring only to Spaniards in the Philippines into becoming the term for the native people who choose to embrace the identity of a national.

It started from when Jose Rizal wrote his poem “A la juventud filipina” and he emerged as an inspiration to the Philippine Revolution through Andres Bonifacio’s leadership. (But take note of ‘filipina’ because ‘juventud’ is a feminine word in Spanish.)

Today, no less than the 1987 Philippine Constitution, which was neither written by Hamilton nor a group of straight white men but by people of different faiths, genders, disabilities, and skin colors, in its first five words in both Filipino and English versions read: "Kami, ang nakapangyayaring sambayanang Pilipino", translated as "We, the sovereign Filipino people” validates the legitimacy of the word as gender-neutral, alive, aware and awake with our history of struggles.

Article 14 Section 7 of the current Constitution says Filipino is the national language. And while I agree that it is not really a real language but an alias for Tagalog, it is a conscientious codification of a social norm during the time of Manuel Quezon as he is aiming for the world to recognize the unified Filipinos as a sovereign people. People. Not men. Not heterosexual men. People.

It is a non-issue for the homeland Filipino that the word Filipino refers to the people and the language. But FilAms are concerned of political correctness due to an understandable cultural insecurity also felt by other non-whites in the US. And there is added confusion when FilAms pattern the word Filipino after the patriarchal Spanish language, without learning that the core of the grammars of Philippine languages are gender-neutral. The Tagalog pronoun "siya" has no gender. "Aba Ginoong Maria" is proof that the Tagalog word 'ginoo' originally has no gender. Our language is so high-context that we have a fundamental preposition: “sa”.

It is difficult to be a person of color in the United States especially in these times of the white supremacy’s galling resurgence. Well, it’s not like they have been gone, but this time, with Trump, especially, it’s like the movement took steroids and was given an advertising budget. But for FilAms to force Filipinx into the Philippines, among homeland Filipinos, is a rather uneducated move, insensitive of the legacies of our national heroes and magnificent leaders.

The FilAm culture and the Filipino homeland culture are super different, nuanced. It’s a different dynamic for a Latinx who speak Spanish or Portuguese or whatever their native language is - it reminds entitled white English-speaking America of their place in the continent. It should remind a racist white man whose roots hail from Denmark that his house in Los Angeles stands on what used to be the Mexican Empire.

Let’s use a specific cultural experience by a Black person for example: the black person not only has Smith or Johnson for their last name, but there is no single easy way for them to retrieve their family tree denoting which African country they were from, unless the Slave Trade has data as meticulous as the SALN forms. Let’s use a specific cultural experience by a Mexican-American with Native American heritage: the person is discriminated by a white US Border Patrol officer in the border of Texas. Texas used to be part of Mexico. Filipinos have a traceable lineage and a homeland.

Filipinos and FilAms may be enjoying the same food recipes, dancing the same cultural dance for purposes of presentations every once in a while, but the living conditions, the geography, the languages, social experiences, the human conditions are different, making the psychology, the politics, the social implications more disparate than Latinxs like Mexicans and Mexican Americans.

I don’t know if it is too much advertising from state instruments or from whatever but FilAms don’t realize how insensitive they have become in trying to shove a cultural tone down the throats of the citizens of the republic or of those who have closer affinity to it. And some Filipino homelanders who are very used to accommodating new global social trends without much sifting fall into the trap of misplaced passions.

To each his own, I guess. But FilAms should read Jose Rizal’s two novels, Carlos Romulo’s “I am a Filipino”, materials by Miriam Defensor Santiago (not just the humor books), speeches of Claro Recto, books by historians Gregorio Zaide, Teodoro Agoncillo, Renato Constantino, Nick Joaquin, Regalado Trota Jose, Fidel Villaroel, Zeus Salazar, Xiao Chua, and Ambeth Ocampo, and really immerse themselves in the struggle of the Filipino for an unidentifiable identity which the FilAms confuse for the FilAm culture. That’s a little weird because unlike Blacks and the Latinx movement, the Philippines is a real sovereign state which FilAms could hinge their history from.

I have to be honest. The homelanders don’t really care much about FilAm civil rights heroes Philip Vera Cruz and Larry Itliong, or even Alice Peña Bulos, because it was a different fight. But the media can play a role sharing it, shaping consensus and inadvertently setting standards. (But it’s slightly different for Peña Bulos, as people are realizing she was already a somebody in the Philippines before becoming a who’s who in the US, which is somehow similar to the case of Lea Salonga who was not only from the illustrious Salonga clan, but was also already a child star.) How much do Filipino millennials know about Marcoses, Aquinos? Maybe too serious? Lol. Then, let’s try using my favorite examples as a couch potato of newer cultural materials accessible to FilAms - cultural materials on television and internet.

FilAms who only watched TFC wondered who Regine Velasquez was when ABSCBN welcomed her like a beauty queen. Those with the GMA Pinoy TV have a little idea. But they did not initially get why the most successful Filipino artist in the US, Lea Salonga, does not get that level of adulation at home that Velasquez enjoys. Was it just Regine’s voice? No. Well, kinda, maybe, because there is no question that she is a damn good singer with God knows how many octaves, but it is the culture she represents as a probinsyana who made it that far and chose to go back home and stay - and that’s already a cultural nuance Filipinos understand and resonate with, without having to verbalize because the Philippines is a high-context culture in general, versus the US which is low-context culture in general. I mean, how many Filipinos know the difference of West End and Broadway, and a Tony and an Olivier? What does a Famas or a Palanca mean to a FilAm, to a Filipino scholar, and to an ordinary Filipino? Parallel those ideas with "Bulacan", "Asia", "Birit", "Songbird".

You think Coach Apl.de.Ap is that big in the Philippines? He was there for the global branding of the franchise because he is an American figure but really, Francis Magalona (+) and Gloc9 hold more influence. And speaking of influence, do FilAms know Macoy Dubs, Lloyd Cadena (+) and the cultures they represent? Do FilAms know Aling Marie and how a sari-sari store operates within a community? Do FilAms see the symbolic functions of a makeshift basketball (half)courts where fights happen regularly? How much premium do FilAms put on queer icons Boy Abunda, Vice Ganda? Do FilAms realize that Kris Aquino's role in Crazy Rich Asians was not just to have a Filipino in the cast (given that Nico Santos is already there) but was also Kris Aquino's version of a PR stunt to showcase that Filipinos are of equal footing with Asian counterparts if only in the game of 'pabonggahan'? Will the FilAms get it if someone says ‘kamukha ni Arn-arn’? Do FilAms see the humor in a Jaclyn Jose impersonation? Do FilAms even give premiums to the gems Ricky Lee, Peque Gallaga, Joel Lamangan, Joyce Bernal, Cathy Garcia Molina, and Jose Javier Reyes wrote and directed? (And these are not even National Artists.) How about AlDub or the experience of cringing to edgy and sometimes downright disgusting remarks of Joey De Leon while also admiring his creative genius? Do FilAms understand the process of how Vic Sotto became ‘Bossing’ and how Michael V could transform into Armi Millare? Do FilAms get that Sexbomb doesn’t remind people of Tom Jones but of Rochelle? Do FilAms get that dark humor when Jay Sonza’s name is placed beside Mel Tiangco’s? What do FilAms associate with the names ‘Tulfo’, ‘Isko’, ‘Erap’, ‘Charo’, ‘Matet’, ‘Janice’, ‘Miriam’, ‘Aga’, ‘Imelda’ and ‘Papin’? Do FilAms get that majority of Filipinos cannot jive into Rex Navarette’s and Jo Koy’s humor but find the comic antics of JoWaPao, Eugene Domingo, Mr Fu, Ryan Rems, and Donna Cariaga very easy to click with? Do FilAms know Jimmy Alapag, Jayjay Helterbrand, Josh Urbiztondo? Oh wait, these guys are FilAms. Lol. Both cultures find bridge in NBA, but have these FilAms been to a UAAP, NCAA, or a PBA basketball game where the longstanding rival groups face each other? Do FilAms know the legacy of Ely Buendia and the Eraserheads? Do FilAms know about Brenan Espartinez wearing this green costume on Sineskwela? Do FilAms know how Kiko Matsing, Ate Sienna, Kuya Bodjie helped shape a generation of a neoliberal workforce?

That list goes on and on, when it comes to this type of Filipiniana materials on pop culture, and I am sure as Shirley Puruntong that while the homeland Filipino culture is not as widespread, it has depth in its humble and high-context character.

Now, look at the practical traffic experiences of the homelanders. People riding the jeepneys, the tricycles, the MRT/LRT, the buses, and the kolorum - the daily Via Crucis of Mega Manila only Filipinos understand the gravity of, even without yet considering the germs passed as the payments pass through five million other passengers before reaching the front. Add the probinsyas, people from periphery islands who cross the sea to get good internet connections or do a checkup in the closest first-class town or component city. Do FilAms realize that the largest indoor arena in the world is built and owned by Iglesia ni Cristo, a homegrown Christian church with a headquarters that could equal the Disney castle?

Do FilAms know the experience as a tourist's experience or as an experience a homelander want to get away from or at least improved?

Do FilAms understand how much an SM, a Puregold, or a Jollibee, Greenwich, Chowking branch superbly change a town and its psychology and how it affects the Pamilihang Bayan? Do FilAms realize that while they find amusement over the use of tabo, the homelanders are not amused with something so routinary? Do FilAms realize how Filipinos shriek at the thought that regular US households do not wash their butts with soap and water after defecating?

Do FilAms understand the whole concept of "ayuda" or SAP Form in the context of pandemic and politics? The US has food banks, EDDs, and stubs - but the ayuda is nowhere near the first world entitlements Filipinos in the homeland could consider luxury. But, that in itself is part of the cultural nuance.

Do FilAms know that Oxford recognizes Philippine English as a diction of the English language? While we’ve slowly grown out of the fondness for pridyider and kolgeyt, do FilAms know how xerox is still used in the local parlance? Do FilAms know how excruciating it is to read Panitikan school books Ibong Adarna, Florante at Laura under the curriculum, and how light it is to read Bob Ong? Do FilAms realize that Jessica Zafra, with all her genius, is not the ordinary homelander’s cup-of-tea?

Do FilAms know that Filipinos do not sound as bad in English as stereotypes made them believe? Do FilAms really think that Philippines will be a call center capital if our accents sound like the idiolects of Rodrigo Duterte’s or Ninoy Aquino’s Philippine English accent? Do FilAms realize how Ninoy and Cory speak English with different accents? Lea Salonga's accent is a thespian's accent so she could do a long range like that of Meryl Streep if she wants to so she wouldn't be a good example. Pacquiao's accent shows the idiolect unique to his region in southern Philippines. But for purposes of showing an ethnolinguistic detail, I am using President Cory Aquino’s accent when she delivered her historic speech in the US Congress as a more current model of the Philippine English accent.

Do FilAms bother themselves with the monsoons, the humidity, and the viscosity of sweat the same way they get bothered with snowstorms, and heat waves measured in Fahrenheit?

Do FilAms know that not only heterosexual men are accepted in the Katipunan? Do FilAms even know what the Katipunan is? Do FilAms realize that the Philippines had two female presidents and a transwoman lawmaker? Do FilAms take “mamatay nang dahil sa’yo” the same way Filipinos do? Do FilAms know the ground and the grassroots? Do FilAms know the Filipino culture of the homeland?

These are cultural nuances FilAms will never understand without exposure of Philippine society reflected from barrio to lalawigan, from Tondo to Forbes Park. It goes the same way with Filipinos not understanding the cultural weight of Robert Lopez and the EGOT, or Seafood City, or Lucky Chances Casino, or what Jollibee symbolizes in New York, unless they are exposed.

The thing though is that while it is harder for FilAms to immerse to the homeland culture, it is easier for homeland culture to immerse into the FilAm’s because America’s excess extends to the propagation of its own subcultures, of which the FilAm’s is one.

We’re the same yet we’re different. But it should not be an issue if we are serious with embracing diversity. There should not be an issue with difference when we could find a common ground in a sense of history and shared destiny. But it is the burden of the Filipinos with and in power to understand the situation of those who have not.

Nuances. Nuances. Nuances.

And while I believe that changing a vowel into X to promote gender-neutrality has a noble intention, there is no need to fix things that are not broken. Do not be like politicians whose acts of service is to destroy streets and roads and then call for its renovation instead of fixing broken bridges or creating roads where there are none.

The word ‘Filipino’ is not broken. Since Rizal’s use of the term to refer to his Malayan folks, the formal process of repair started. And it is not merely codified, but validated by our prevailing Constitution, which I don’t think a FilAm would care to read, and I cannot blame them. What's in it for a regular FilAm? They wouldn’t read the US Constitution and the Federalist Papers; what more the 1987 Saligang Batas?

The bottomline of my thoughts on this particular X issue is that FilAms cannot impose a standard for Filipinos without going through a deeper, well-thought-out, more arduous process, most especially when the card of gender neutrality and political correctness are raised with no prior and deeper understanding of what it is to be a commoner in the homeland, of what it is to be an ordinary citizen in a barangay, from Bayan ng Itbayat, Lalawigan ng Batanes to Bayan ng Sitangkai, Lalawigan ng Sulu. It is very dangerous because FilAms yield more influence and power through their better access to resources, and yet these do not equate to cultural awareness.

Before Rizal’s political philosophy of Filipino, the ‘Filipino’ refers to a full-blooded Spaniard born in the Philippines, and since Spain follows jus sanguinis principle of citizenship, back then, ‘Filipino’ is as Spaniard as a ‘Madrileño’ (people in Madrid). The case in point is Marcelo Azcárraga Palmero - the Filipino Prime Minister of Spain.

But the word ‘Filipino’ was claimed by Rizal and the ilustrados to refer to whom the Spaniards call ‘indio’. The term was then applied retroactively to those who helped in the struggle. It was only later that Lapu-Lapu, Francisco Dagohoy, Gabriela and Diego Silang, Sultan Kudarat, Lorenzo Ruiz, and GOMBURZA were called Filipinos.

The word 'Filipino' was long fixed by the tears and sweat of martyrs through years of bloody history in the hands of traitors within and oppressors not just of the white race. The word Filipino is now used by men, women, and those who do not choose to be referred to as such who still bears a passport or any state document from the Republic of the Philippines. Whether a homelader is a Kapuso, Kapamilya, Kapatid, DDS, Dilawan, Noranian, Vilmanian, Sharonian, Team Magnolia, Barangay Ginebra, Catholic, Muslim, Aglipayan, Iglesia, Victory, Mormon, IP, OP, SJ, RVM, SVD, OSB, OSA, LGBTQQIP2SAA, etc., the word 'Filipino' is a constant variable in the formula of national consciousness.

Merriam-Webster defines Filipina as a Filipino girl or woman. Still a Filipino. Remember, dictionaries do not dictate rules. Dictionaries provide us with the meaning. To me, the word Filipina solidified as a subtle emphasis to the Philippines as a matriarchal country faking a macho look. But that’s not saying the word Filipino in the language is macho with six-pack.

The word Filipino is not resting its official status on the letter O but in its quiddity as a word and as an idea of a sovereign nation. The words Pilipino, Filipino, and Pinoy are not broken. What is broken is the notion that a Filipino subculture dictates the standard for political correctness without reaching the depth of our own history.

If the Filipinx-Pinxy-Pilipinx movement truly suits the Filipino-American struggle, my heart goes out for it. But my republic, the Philippines, home of the Filipino people, cradle of noble heroes, has no need for it (not just yet, maybe) - not because we don't want change, but because it will turn an already resolved theme utterly problematic. The Filipinos have no need for it, not because we cannot afford to consider political correctness when people are hungry, abused, and robbed off taxes. We could afford to legalize a formal way of Filipino greeting for purposes of national identity. But as far as the Filipinx, it should not be the homeland’s priority.

We may be poor, but we have culture.

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magicoldcottage · 7 years

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A quick guide to salt types

Table Salt

Source : Harvested from salt deposits found underground.

Character : Fine Grain

Additives : Anti-caking Agent, Iodine

Description : Cheap and easily available, standard taste

Kosher Salt

Source : Harvested from underground salt deposits

Character : Coarse Grain

Additives : Normally nil

Description : Used to make meat Kosher (draws out the fluids)

Sea Salt

Source : Harvested from evaporated sea water. Key producers are the Cayman Islands, France, Ireland, Sicily, Apulia in Italy, Maine and Cape Cod in the US.

Character : A far more complex taste than table salt due to the additional minerals.

Contains : A mix of the minerals phosphorus, bromine, boron, zinc, iron, manganese, copper and silicon.

Description : Prized for its taste there a subtle variations depending on where the salt is harvested.

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Character : A strong bold taste and one of the most pure salts

Contains : It contains 84 natural minerals and elements found in the human body with an attractive a deep pink colour due to Iron Oxide (Yes that is rust)

Description : Prized for spa treatments and the kitchen. This is one of the most healthy salts available.

Black Himalayan Salt (Kala namak or Bire Noon)

Source : Standard Himalayan salt is placed in a furnace for 24 hours while sealed in a ceramic jar with charcoal along with small quantities of harad seeds, amla, bahera, babul bark, or natron. Once cooled it is aged prior to consumption.

Character : Due to the sulphur formed It smells like eggs (Some say rotten eggs)

Contains : hydrogen sulfide (the smells) and bisulfates (slight sour taste)

Description : The eggy flavour is becoming popular with Vegans who are looking to add an egg flavour to their cooking.

FLEUR DE SEL

Source : Harvested from tidal pools off the coast of France. The salt crystals are delicately drawn from the water’s surface using wooden rakes

Character : Known as the Caviar of salts the delicate taste that is second to none and used by most high end restaurants. It is a pretty salt that resembles snowflakes.

Contains : Contains trace amounts of calcium and magnesium chlorides

Description : This salt can only be used for sprinkling not cooking.

Red Hawaiian Salt (Alaea)

Source : Hawaiian island of Kauai. It is a mix of evaporated sea salt enriched with purified volcanic red alae clay.

Character : It has a rich earthy taste and a deep red colour

Contains : It contains over 80 natural occurring minerals including Iron Oxide.

Description : Tribes in Hawaii have used this mystical salt for generations. Sadly due to it popularity china are mass producing cheap versions which are passed off on the internet as the real thing.

Magic : Used in Hawaii for religious purification rituals, Tool Cleansing and healing practices.

Black Hawaiian Salt

Source : Harvested from evaporated seawater in shallow salt marshes on Hawaii’s Molokai Island and then blended with activated coconut-shell charcoal.

Character : The salt should be used raw sprinkled over food and not in cooking. Tastes like sea salt but the activated charcoal make it more health.

Description : The activated charcoal makes this salt a perfect addition to your beauty treatments as it clears unwanted oils from the skin.

Magic : Used by locals for generations to drive away evil and negative energy

Celtic Salt

Source : Harvested from the bottom of tidal ponds off the coast of France. Character : This salt is actually wet still giving it a slightly brine taste and pale gray colour. Contains : It contains 82 trace minerals needed by the human body for optimal health.

Description : Extracted from one area in brittiny only using a rake technique for over 2000 years it is one of the most expensive salts on the market.

#witch salt #salt

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Chapman Stick artist Japhlet Attias’ website is yet another brilliant example of a stunningly designed Weebly website. This website uses a theme that comes with a number of great features, including sections for embedded videos, streaming audio music, and more.

The website also uses a single-page scrolling design and appears to match perfectly with the style of the solo musician.

03. Brand iD

This Melbourne-based brand and design agency also uses Weebly to power up their company website. Brand iD website features a single-page design that neatly includes all the details about the agency services, their mission, as well as a portfolio section filled with all their branding work.

Brand iD website design also seems to follow several new design trends, such as hamburger menus, ghost buttons, and fullscreen header images as well.

04. Classic Cut & Shave

Who says websites are only useful to digital and modern businesses? This website for the barber shop, Classic Cut & Shave, will show you how effective websites can be for brick and mortar businesses.

The online booking system is probably the most useful feature of this website. It allows people to book a seat at the barber shop at a preferred time with their favorite barber.

05. Brighton Secondary School Music

The beautifully animated header background is the first thing you’re going to notice in this attractive school website. The Brighton Secondary School in South Australia has used its design quite nicely to their advantage to showcase their talent, programs, and more.

The website features a number of useful widgets as well, including an event calendar, an animated notices section, and more.

06. SF Bay Area Design

Freelance graphic designer Josh Barton uses a Weebly website to attract more clients for his business online. Josh’s website is simple and beautiful. It includes a section for case studies from his past projects, an effective contact page, testimonials from clients, details about Josh, and more. It’s pretty much everything you’d expect to see on a personal portfolio website.

07. Fusedale Design

Graphic designer Nick Fusedale uses Weebly with a stunning theme for his professional portfolio website, where he showcases all his work. The website features lots of sliders, which he uses to feature his projects with many pictures.

08. We Talk Money

We Talk Money is an independent agency that provides financial advice. The agency uses its Weebly-powered website to effectively explain what they do, the services they offer, along with some advice for beginners, and includes contact information to get in touch with the agency.

The website also features a static sidebar with navigation links. A nice feature that you don’t normally see on most other websites.

09. Leadapreneur

This is the main website of a popular online course that teaches entrepreneurship to young leaders. Over 30,000 people have participated in the program. Leadapreneur’s main website acts as a starting point for its new students to learn more about their programs. As you can see, the website also features an eye-catching design.

10. The Whiskey Ball

Another all-in-one website that comes with a landing page, a blog, and an online store packed into one Weebly website. The Whiskey Ball website features a modern design while brilliantly showcasing its products throughout the homepage with links directing users to its shop.

The Whiskey Ball shop also includes a beautiful layout and detailed product pages.

11. Douk Snow

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Douk Snow sells handle made skis and snowboards out of the UK. To do that, they have a simple, minimal eCommerce store powered by Weebly.

12. Leo Edwards Photography

Leo Edwards is an adventure photographer who uses Weebly to showcase his work. It’s a simple website with lots of large images, as you can see on the homepage above.

13. Flaming Pear Software

Flaming Pear Software offers creative plugins for Photoshop and uses Weebly for its website.

14. Backwoods Soap and Body Products

Backwoods Soap makes soap and other body products from beer or hops, which is a unique take on personal hygiene. To sell their products, they have a simple site powered by Weebly. Social media grid display any instagram feed on your site account.

15. April Borrelli

April Borreli uses Weebly to power her portfolio of illustrations, designs, and fiber crafts.

16. Young Marine Explorers

Young Marine Explorers aims to “inspire youth of global coastal communities to engage in marine conservation”. To help them achieve that goal, they use Weebly.

17. Just Comfort Shoes

As you’d expect from the name, Just Comfort Shoes uses Weebly to sell…comfortable shoes!

18. Harmony Homeopathics

Harmony Homeopathics sells homeopathic sprays to help people “unlock a deeper level of healing and harmony”.

19. Page Eighty Four Design

Page Eighty Four Design is the portfolio for graphic designer, Jag Nagra. It features tons of colorful illustrations to showcase her work. Latex software, free download mac os x.

20. Argyle Yarn Shop

As the name implies, Argyle Yarn Shop uses Weebly to sell yarn out of Brooklyn, NY.

21. Our Table

Our Table is a food coop based in Sherwood Oregon that uses Weebly to power its community website.

22. Farm Lighting

Farm Lighting sells heavy-duty lighting for farmers and other businesses.

23. Waidsack

Waidsack is an Austrian store that sells handmade bags using Weebly.

24. Dwarmis

https://delicatedreamlandstrawberry.tumblr.com/post/644940550745866240/mac-pro-cosmeticshome. Dwarmis is a boutique fashion brand in New York that uses Weebly to power its lookbook and eCommerce store.

25. Wall’in

Wall’in is a French service that provides unique interior decorating solutions.

26. Wonderfully Cheap Websites

Weebly Themes

Wonderfully Cheap Websites sells flat-rate Weebly websites for $799. Their own portfolio site is built using – you guessed it – Weebly.

27. Yaak River Base Camp

Yaak River Base Camp is a beautiful outdoor activity area in Montana.

28. Dakota Drone Aerial Photography

Dakota Drone Aerial Photography sells drone photography and video as a service for marketing, events, or business uses.

29. Storytelling Strands

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Storytelling Strands sells natural stones and crystals. It doesn’t use Weebly for eCommerce directly, instead opting to link to the Storytelling Strands Etsy store.

30. St. Teresa Orphans Foundation

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St. Teresa Orphans Foundation is a non-profit located in Tanzania that works with orphans and other vulnerable children.

Conclusion

Weebly Template Examples

As you may have figured out by now, Weebly is not just a platform for creating simple landing pages and portfolios. It’s also a great platform for building large and complex websites as well. But, is it better and Squarespace, Wix, or Virb? We’ll let you decide that.

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Have you seen any other great websites that use Weebly? Share them with us in the comments section.

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Store Related.weebly.com

With over 40 million people hosting their websites and serving over 325 million unique visitors each month, Weebly is known as one of the most popular platforms for building websites.

Continue building your Weebly e-commerce store by adding products! Weebly gives you a host of options for each product, so you can make it look its best, while still meeting web standards.

Related: How to Create a Free Blog with Weebly: 3 Simple Steps Online Store Creation with weebly Check the below demo explaining the step by step process of creating an online store in Weebly starting from site creation to actual view of your store in a published site.

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01. The Box Bros

02. Japhlet Bire Attias

The website also uses a single-page scrolling design and appears to match perfectly with the style of the solo musician.

03. Brand iD

Brand iD website design also seems to follow several new design trends, such as hamburger menus, ghost buttons, and fullscreen header images as well.

04. Classic Cut & Shave

Who says websites are only useful to digital and modern businesses? This website for the barber shop, Classic Cut & Shave, will show you how effective websites can be for brick and mortar businesses.

The online booking system is probably the most useful feature of this website. It allows people to book a seat at the barber shop at a preferred time with their favorite barber.

05. Brighton Secondary School Music

The website features a number of useful widgets as well, including an event calendar, an animated notices section, and more.

06. SF Bay Area Design

07. Fusedale Design

08. We Talk Money

The website also features a static sidebar with navigation links. A nice feature that you don’t normally see on most other websites.

09. Leadapreneur

Weebly Store Tutorial

10. The Whiskey Ball

The Whiskey Ball shop also includes a beautiful layout and detailed product pages.

11. Douk Snow

Douk Snow sells handle made skis and snowboards out of the UK. To do that, they have a simple, minimal eCommerce store powered by Weebly.

12. Leo Edwards Photography

Leo Edwards is an adventure photographer who uses Weebly to showcase his work. It’s a simple website with lots of large images, as you can see on the homepage above.

13. Flaming Pear Software

Flaming Pear Software offers creative plugins for Photoshop and uses Weebly for its website.

14. Backwoods Soap and Body Products

Backwoods Soap makes soap and other body products from beer or hops, which is a unique take on personal hygiene. To sell their products, they have a simple site powered by Weebly.

15. April Borrelli

April Borreli uses Weebly to power her portfolio of illustrations, designs, and fiber crafts.

16. Young Marine Explorers

Young Marine Explorers aims to “inspire youth of global coastal communities to engage in marine conservation”. To help them achieve that goal, they use Weebly.

17. Just Comfort Shoes

Weebly Online Store Plans

As you’d expect from the name, Just Comfort Shoes uses Weebly to sell…comfortable shoes!

18. Harmony Homeopathics

Harmony Homeopathics sells homeopathic sprays to help people “unlock a deeper level of healing and harmony”.

19. Page Eighty Four Design

Page Eighty Four Design is the portfolio for graphic designer, Jag Nagra. It features tons of colorful illustrations to showcase her work.

20. Argyle Yarn Shop

As the name implies, Argyle Yarn Shop uses Weebly to sell yarn out of Brooklyn, NY.

21. Our Table

Our Table is a food coop based in Sherwood Oregon that uses Weebly to power its community website.

22. Farm Lighting

Farm Lighting sells heavy-duty lighting for farmers and other businesses.

23. Waidsack

Waidsack is an Austrian store that sells handmade bags using Weebly.

24. Dwarmis

Dwarmis is a boutique fashion brand in New York that uses Weebly to power its lookbook and eCommerce store.

25. Wall’in

Wall’in is a French service that provides unique interior decorating solutions.

26. Wonderfully Cheap Websites

Wonderfully Cheap Websites sells flat-rate Weebly websites for $799. Their own portfolio site is built using – you guessed it – Weebly.

27. Yaak River Base Camp

Yaak River Base Camp is a beautiful outdoor activity area in Montana.

28. Dakota Drone Aerial Photography

Dakota Drone Aerial Photography sells drone photography and video as a service for marketing, events, or business uses.

29. Storytelling Strands

Storytelling Strands sells natural stones and crystals. It doesn’t use Weebly for eCommerce directly, instead opting to link to the Storytelling Strands Etsy store.

30. St. Teresa Orphans Foundation

St. Teresa Orphans Foundation is a non-profit located in Tanzania that works with orphans and other vulnerable children.

Conclusion

Have you seen any other great websites that use Weebly? Share them with us in the comments section.

You must navigate to your Weebly site’s store editor. Find out how to do this by reading our Finding Weebly’s Store Editor. Once there, follow these steps:

In the sidebar, click Products

Click +Add Product

Input information for your product into the following sections:

Product Information: Enter general information about the product here, like product type, price, weight, etc.

Product Options: Click +Add Options to add options to the product, such as color, size, etc. and select the input type that customers will use to interact with product options. Click Save when finished.

Product Images: Click Add Images to upload a product image to go with the product.

Advanced Options: Click Show to display SEO and permalink options for this product.

When finished inputting the information into the sections, click Save in the top right-hand corner of the screen.

You have just added one product to your store. You can add more products by repeating this process.

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2019년을 마무리하며

2019년의 마지막 해가 저물었고, 마지막 날에는 운좋게도 지난 1년을 찬찬히 뒤돌아 볼 수 있는 시간이 생겼다. 이번 블로그 포스트는 필자의 1년간의 세월을 돌이켜보고 그동안 있었던 일을 짧게 정리해보는 형식으로 작성해본다.

TL;DR

이사감, 가까운게 최고야

총 4개의 대외 발표, 2개의 Major 오픈소스 기여, 7개의 개인프로젝트 진행

상생과 공유를 최고의 가치를 바탕으로 성장하는게 내년 목표, 연구 부문 좀 더 집중할 예정

아래부터는 본격적으로 각 주제별로 올 해 있던 일들을 요약해보았다.

개인 OKR을 통해 내가 꿈꿨던 원대한 꿈과 현실을 비교해 볼 수 있었다.

성장 방향

올 해의 성장 방향은 “도메인 확장"을 키워드로 가지고 갔다. 뒤돌아보면 어느정도 많은 것들을 배워나갔지만 더 많은 것을 해도 좋지 않았을까 한다.

살펴봤던 영역과 살펴보았으면 좋았을 영역들 (밑줄은 살펴보았으면 했던 것)

오디오 (소리 신호처리, 샘플링 보간, Wav, Mp3 헤더 구조 및 변환)

폰트 (OpenType, PostScript, TrueType => ascent, descent, format table, rendering)

음성 (WaveNet 구현, KWS on board, PCM 분석)

IoT (Arduino, RaspberryPI, 트랜지스터 제어, 릴레이 제어, 스키메틱 등)

하드웨어 (MDF 커팅, STL 디자인, 납땜, 연마봉 및 목재 재질별 특성 파악 등)

그래픽 (Rhino, VRay render, AfterEffect tracking, OBJ CG combining 등)

컴파일러 (Lexer tokenizing, AST deconstructing)

여러방면을 개인시간에 건드려본 것 치고는 하나씩 뽀개나가서 그런지, 껍질을 까보고 안쪽 맛을 봤던 것 같다고 생각한다, 내년에는 이렇게 많은 도메인 중에 컴파일러 쪽만을 더 자세히 살펴볼 생각이다.

필자는 년도 별로 그 해의 키워드를 정한다. 아래는 지금까지의 키워드, 그리고 2020년의 키워드다.

2017년 “일과 협력” (일과 협력의 해)

2018년 “기회와 도전” (기회와 도전의 해)

2019년 “확장과 경험” (확장과 경험의 해)

2020년 “상생과 공유" (상생과 공유의 해)

업무

1년간 업무를 되돌아보면 엔지니어 업무를 주로 진행하였고, 개발 스택이나 구현 방향을 많이 바껴나갔는데, 그 사이 팀을 한번 바꿨던 것이 가장 컸던 것 같다.

지금 소속된 팀에서 많이 배우고 있고, 매우 좋은 팀원들이 있어서 시장 반응만 좋다면 내년에도 순항할 것이라고 생각한다.

현재 팀에서 담당하고 있는 포지션은 엔지니어로 아래 3가지를 주로 고민하고 있다.

개발 구현

DevOps

인프라 / 서빙 환경

오픈소스

올 해 초 필자는 오픈소스 중 이름을 들어보면 알 법한 프로젝트에 기여하고 싶다는 목표가 있었고, 그것이 이루어졌다고 생각한다.

ImageMagick에 2가지 PR에 대해서 Merge가 되었고, 거대한 코드를 살펴보고 버그를 개선하는 것이 동참한 것은 꽤나 의미있는 경험이었다.

PR1

PR2

ISSUE

이미 내년에 Apache foundation 오픈 소스 중 하나에 Feature 개선 할 부분을 찾았고, 빠르면 1분기 안에 티켓을 끊어 PR 프로세스를 진행할 계획이다.

커뮤니티

올 해 커뮤니티를 위해 활동한 것은 대부분 발표였었고, 아래는 발표했던 행사들이다.

GDG Golang Korea 2019 - Slide

GDG Extended Seoul 2019 - Slide

DSTS 2019 - Slide

GDG DevFest Seoul 2019 - Slide

사내 부서 내 발표 2건, 사내 팀내 발표 6건

올 해에는 2분기까지는 발표보다는 학부 수업에 집중하느라 업무 외 시간을 다 썼었지만, 그 이후에 4건의 대외 발표를 진행한 것 같다. 사실 많아도 1년 6회 발표 정도를 준비하면 잘 한 것이라 생각하기에 이번 커뮤니티 활동을 만족하는 편이지만.

내년에는 발표 외에도 행사 기획이나, 주최 쪽도 진행하면서 다양성을 넓혀가면 어떨지 생각하고 있다. 특히 집이라는 공간과 PIGNOSE, 동네의 흔한 너드들, BJA 등을 내년에는 살려서 재밌고 누구나 쉽게 접근할 수 있는 모임(?)정도를 만들어보면 어떨까 한다.

업무 외 / 개인 프로젝트

필자는 꾸준한 개인 프로젝트는 성장에 많은 밑거름이 된다고 생각한다. 업무 외 시간에는 개인이 흥미있어하는 주제도 계속 파고들어 많은 삽질(?)과 인사이트를 얻어 앞으로 자신이 원하는 개발자/연구자가 되기 위해 힘써보는 것은 어떨까.

아래는 올 해 진행했던 개인 프로젝트 들이다. 취소선이 그어진 것은 올해 시작된 프로젝트지만 아직 완전히 끝나지 않은 진행중인 프로젝트다.

1. tit project

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/tit

Golang configuration management 도구

2. danger go & awesome danger PR

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/danger-go

https://github.com/danger/awesome-danger#ruby-danger

Danger CI checking integration for Golang

3. dup

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/dup

Git issue similar context auto finding tool

4. ast

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/ast

Advanced sound tool written in Golang

5. bire

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/bire

Initial environment automated management tool by cli-interface

6. vanta project

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/vanta

https://github.com/KennethanCeyer/vanta-font

New generation fastest image rendering library project

7. IoT guitar project

기타를 연주하는 로봇 프로젝트

언어

1. 영어

영어는 여전히 많은 잘못된 문장과 잘못된 회화를 구사하지만, 업무적인 대화나 일상 대화에서 멈추거나 하는 일은 없어졌다. 하지만 기술 문서를 읽는데 버벅거림이 없고 현란한 유의어들을 이용해서 멋있는 가이드 문서나 논문 문체를 쓰는 경지까지는 아직 한참 멀었다.

2. 일본어

올 해 가장 많이 늘은 것은 일본어가 아닐까. 한자는 여전히 약점이지만, 홋카이도에 여행가서 몰랐던 현지인과 일본어로 대화하며 스키 친구가 된 것 부터, 간혹 영어가 막힐때 일본어로 미팅 의견을 낼 정도까지는 끌어올렸고, 일상 표현의 경우 버벅거리지만 글을 읽을 수 있어졌다. 내년에는 아에 업무에서 사용해도 문제 없을 정도까지 끌어올리는 것을 목표로 하고 있다.

3. 러시아어

여기부터 언어를 배웠다고 하는게 맞는 표현인지 모르겠지만, 6달 러시아어를 배워 정말 슬라브어 계통이 어렵다는 것을 참담하게 깨달았다. 내년에 러시아어를 추가로 배울 계획은 없지만 여행갈때 적혀있는 러시아어 간판을 읽고 내가 원하는 것을 주문할 수 있을 정도로 구사만 가능하다.

4. 스웨덴어

회사 동료에게 장난치는 용도로 배운 언언데, 스카이프로 스웨덴 친구를 두고 책도 사서 나름 진지하게 배웠었다. 한 200 단어 정도 외우고 나머지는 회화로 때웠지만, 두마리 토끼 다 놓친 케이스이다. 노르딕 계통 국가 문화에 대해서 많이 배울 수 있던 기회여서 결과적으로 만족하고 있다! Hey! Let’s have a FIKA?

건강/스포츠

헬스를 1년간 PT를 유지하며 웨이트는 정말 늘었다. 1RM으로 따져본다면..

스쿼트 110

데드리프트 80

벤치프레스 80

아직 3대로는 270정도로 내년에 300이상을 목표해야 할 것 같다.

트레이너님과 파트너로 운동을 서로 보조하며 하는 수준으로 따라왔지만, 여전히 나는 아기자기하고 작은 근육들을 가지고 있다.

골격근 4.5kg, 팔둘레 3cm 증가로 긍정적인 변화가 있었다. 내년에는 이 정도의 변화만 유지되기를 목표한다.

그 밖에 아래는 올 해 새로 배운 것들이다.

스노우보드: S커브 가능해짐

서핑: 이제 혼자 패들링으로 테이크오프 가능

턱걸이: 가능해짐, 정자세로 최대 5개 한계

스케이트보드: 여전히 못탐

내년에는 스케이드 보드도 탈 수 있도록, 스노우보드는 카빙턴이 가능해지도록 연습해볼 계획이다.

올 해 하지 못한 것 / 부족한 것

아래는 올 해 하지 못한 것들의 목록이다, 내년에 목표로 세울 계획이다.

회사 서비스 런칭

연구 목적의 프로젝트: 개인 연구 목적, 소논문을 연습삼아 써보는 주제로 잡는

컴파일러 이론 공부 및 YACC 서브셋 구현

수치화 가능한 언어 시험 (JLPT, TOEFL)

대외 행사 주최

아파치 재단, 모질라 재단 하위 오픈소스 각각 기여

지속적인 블로그 포스트 작성

책 출판 (신년 1분기로 미뤄졌다.)

이사

홍대입구 방면에서 6월까지 왕복 3시간 출퇴근을 반복하다가 회사 앞으로 커맨드 센터를 옮겼다. 다들 회사 앞으로 이사가라 두번가라 정말 삶의 질이 많이 바뀐다. 매일 매일 하루 3시간의 시간을 주어진 것에 바이너리의 신에게 항상 감사하며 즐겁게 코드를 짜고 지내고 있다.

이사를 가서 아래 목표들이 생겼다. 실천하지 못한 목표는 취소선을 긋고 내년 목표로 옮긴다.

집들이 + 지인들 초대해서 맛있는 음식 다같이 먹기.

Makers 아지트 만들기, 어떤 공구도 부족하지 않도록 구비하기.

1GigE환경 구성, 자택 자동화 장비들 구비. (진행중 | 추가 장비 필요)

천하제일 코딩대회 오픈

동네 해커톤 주최

내년 목표는 다른 블로그 포스트에서 따로 기재할 계획이다.

모두 올 한해 고생 많았고 내년에도 꼭 목표한 계획을 모두 클리어하기를 기원한다.

#2019년 연말 #오픈소스 #새해목표

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foodiefrens · 5 years

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Dalmatian food? Zašto ne!

“If you want to try peka, we’ll have to order it at least 3 hours in advance .” said our skipper said during our 1-week sailing holiday around the southern Dalmatian islands. Peka as it turned out means “baked” in Croatian. Lamb or octopus are seasoned and placed with potatoes in a cast iron pan. Coal and ashes are then placed onto a dome-shaped lid and this lid then covers the pan, “baking” its contents. It is our last night. We’ve just moored at lovely “Lonely Paradise” Bay on Šolta island with its clear turquoise waters and we thought, why not? (zašto ne as our skipper often said during our trip).

Our lamb peka was very flavourful but the lamb could have been more juicy and tender. The jury’s out since it was my one and only peka on this trip. Maybe octopus peka would have been better? But then again, octopus has no fat so perhaps tender but not as flavourful? Nevertheless, it was an unique experience. Our peka dinner was offered as a menu with a delicious selection of appeitzers (sardines, tuna spread, prsut - smoked ham dried by Bura wind, cheese and olives) and a super moist carrot cake (alternatively semi-freddo). Moreover, Konoba (meaning “tavern”) Lonely Paradise offers a gorgeous view of the bay.

Palmižana, Sventi Klementi island

In Toto’s restaurant in Palmižana on Sventi Klementi island our attentive waiter gave us a pavillion with a view over the tranquil bay. It was difficult to choose between the John Dory, caught fresh in the morning and the home-made ćevapi (a.k.a. ćevapčići) which our waiter highly recommended. Ćevapi is seasoned minced meat grilled on a skewer and served with ajvar (a red bell pepper condiment). It is a Balkan specialty, a version of kofta kebab. I love a good ćevapi and this turned out to be an excellent choice.

Korčula Island

It was not difficult to choose Filippi as not only is it recommended as one of three restaurants by the Michelin guide in the town of Korčula, the restaurant offers al fresco dining under shady trees directly by the water. We had just finished a tour of the Bire Winery (with its excellent Grk wines) and our driver recommended ordering the island’s (some claim county’s!) specialty of macaroni at Filippi and this was exactly what I did. The combination of al dente home-made macaroni, fresh prawns tasting of the sea and cherry tomatoes tasting of summer made this simple dish a delight to savour.

I enjoyed my meal (and the friendly service) at Filippi but I would have liked to have tried LD restaurant - another Michelin recommendation which I had only discovered after I had eaten at Filippi (it was only a few doors away from Filippi). LD’s menu seemed more creative and might have been more exciting.

Hvar Island

Giaxa restaurant in Hvar town is not only on a relatively quiet street in Hvar town, the restaurant is housed in a late 15th century building reminiscent of a Venetian palazzo.

Despite the enticing historical interior of Giaxa we opted to sit in the quiet and shaded side alley of the restaurant (there’s also a courtyard but too sunny for that day). Giaxa has a reputation for serving Dalmatian classics with a twist. Due to the heat, fresh scallops simply seared and a grilled “chicken fish” with vegetables were perfect choices. The highlight of lunch was however the ginger ice-cream which we all enjoyed tremendously.

Split

I had already known that prices in Croatia have risen over the years but I was not prepared for it to be similar to Munich’s i.e. mains at above €20. Having said that, the portions do tend to be bigger. There are plenty of dining options in Split but really the menus are more or less similar. So ambiance is really the decisive factor.

After dining at several restaurants my conclusion is that the restaurants outside the Diocletian’s Palace (old town) offer better value for money and do not lack in any way in ambiance.

A 20-minute short walk along the coast outside the Diocletian’s Palace (old town) took us to Dvor with its lovely terrace offering a wonderful view of the sea and a simple menu. We delicious squid ink pasta, seared tuna, seafood ravioli accompanied by a tasty Croatian white wine. Ask for a table under the shade and enjoy the breeze and the sight of men playing a kind of beach handball in the shallow end of the beach.

A craving for pizza took us to Bokamorra for lunch one day. Bokamorra is a 10-minute from the old town towards the marina. It was a hot day and the air-conditioning and the plush velvet sofa booths was a relief. Bokamorra’s pizzas are made in the Neoplitan style with a moist centre and thick chewy crusts baked at 905 deg. F. I’m not a huge fan of chewy crusts but I did enjoy the pizza and the 80′s playlist at this stylish restaurant.

Gregarda is a fisherman’s stew is cooked in a clay pot and combines several varieties of fish and shellfish with anchovies, potatoes, capers, onions, parsley and garlic in white wine, and is a must-try when on the island of Hvar. I tried the gregarda not in Hvar but in MazzGoon, a modern Croatian restaurant on our first evening in Split. It might not have been the best place to try it (my gregarda did not come in a claypot - see photo below) but the fish was very fresh and the flavours were balanced and hence enjoyable. In terms of food, MazzGood did not impress but neither did it disapppoint. What MazzGoon had going for it is it’s atmospheric courtyard and attentive service.

I had chosen NoStress Bistro for dinner one night due to its position on a big square and its good reviews. The setting was indeed special - gorgeous buildings lit up in a soft glow and people strolling across the square. The food, however, disappointed. The gazpacho was luke warm and my chicken was too dry.

A spontaneous decision took me to Bokeria on my last dinner in Split. There was a queue but we decided to wait. The restaurant staff is very efficient and soon we got two places at the bar. Bokeria’s menu feature Meditarrenean cuisine. It’s a large restaurant with great vibes. The dishes are simple but well-excecuted.

Croatian Wines

Croatian wines are not well-known because the quantities produced are small but indigenous grapes like Grk and Pošip (whites) and Plavic Mali (red) make for some interesting and tasty wines. Croatian wines have a higher alcohol content (from 13% vol.) so it would not necessarily be my choice of wine on a hot day,

Grk (meaning “bitter” as th wine has a pleasant very subtle bitter finish) and is grown almost exclusively on the southern part of the island of Korčula . We visited Bire winery in Lumbarda (next to Korčula la town) and was received by the lady owner herself who spoke excellent English and explained to us the grape and the terroir. The subtle bitter aftertaste did not bother me at all but the more dominant pine note would make it more difficult wine to pair with food.

The typical indigenous red wine grape, Plavac Mali is a heavy wine - typically high in alcohol content (12-17%) and rich in tannins. When I drank the Plavac Mali, I am reminded of Amarone. It is a different taste but it is a similar experience. Something for winter to pair with lamb or game dishes.

If you are in Split and would like to buy some Croatian wines, Vinotheka Terra has a excellent selection. However, no wine tastings are offered at the shop.

Last but not least....

For excellent espresso (and capuccino), D16 Coffee in the old town is your place for your caffeine fix.

Dobar tek!

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joshfarrises · 6 years

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do not stand at my grave and weep

a reed900 fanfic;

Gavin is shot and left in a coma. RK900 contemplates the idea of a soul. The future stands forever uncertain.

This was originally posted on the archive, but I decided to move it to here. Be warned: this is not a happy story! Read at your own risk.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

He can barely understand the nurse’s voice above the error messages flashing against his vision, pounding against his plastic skull. It’s red. It’s all red.

Red is Gavin’s favorite color , his processors remind him. He waves it off immediately.

Red. Like his ever present software instability, building and building. His LED is surely red at the moment, showing everyone around exactly what state he’s in. Red. It makes him feel vulnerable, the crowd having visual representation of his systems crashing, one by one. Your objective, rk900, they whisper, nononono, he yells back. Red. Like the blood that covered his partner. His partner, in more ways than one. There was so much red. Gavin was wearing a white shirt when they left the apartment this morning. When they wheeled him in on the stretcher it was red. Human organs fail at 30% blood loss.

He hates his system. He hates being a system. He didn’t want to know.

“What?” He turns to the nurse and asks, toneless as ever.

“He lost a lot of blood. He’s in a coma. The doctor doesn’t want to try to wake him from it until after the surgery and his vitals have stabilized. It may be awhile before we know anything.” She looks down at dark scribbles on her white clipboard. “You’re listed as his power of attorney, is that correct?”

He nods, not able to do much else in way of communication, still avoiding system warnings attempting to catch his attention.

She gives him a curt nod of acknowledgement. “It’s a dangerous surgery. He was shot in the thigh, the bullet pierced his femoral artery. He lost a lot of blood.”

He already knows all this, has searched medical databases ten times over. Analyzed Gavin’s broken body as it was happening, as he slipped from consciousness.

“Basically, there is a high chance that he may not make it out of surgery. There is also a chance that we won’t be able to wake him from his coma after. As his power of attorney, we need confirmation from you on what to do in that case. Does the medical staff have your permission to resuscitate Gavin Reed in the event his cardiopulmonary systems fails?”

She says it simply, as if she were reading back his takeout order. Nines looks at the nurse in front of him. Her hair is disheveled, her scrubs are wrinkled. This is probably not the first time she’s given this speech today. She’s probably already had to tell someone else that their loved one died. Will she give him a similar speech? Does she personalize them?

RK900 thinks of his cold exterior, does she think he even cares?

“What is the probability that the surgery is completely successful?”

She looks down at her brown clipboard again and flips through the pages of Gavin’s file, as if the easy answer were in there, hidden between the black printed lines.

“It’s not an easy surgery. We’re trying to replenish some of the blood he lost, but a few of his organs are already shutting down. And we still need to remove the bullet and assess the tissue damage. It’s not going to be easy.” She pauses, thinking of a way to hedge those bets. “But, he appears to be a fighter. He’s made it this far. You never know what could happen.” She offers a small smile, one Nines can’t take as truth.

He doesn’t know what to do with that information. Androids were built with numbers in mind, were made according to facts and percentages. Their code does not include the ability to comprehend the idea of a miracle. RK900 needed a number, a probability score. 17% , his software shouts in scathing, red letters. His visual sensors process color, but they understand in black and white.

PRIMARY MISSION: Protect Gavin Reed

It’s suddenly the most prominent thing in his visual field.

That’s what it is in the end, a one or a zero. When all is said and done, Gavin would be alive or he would be dead.

“You do anything you have to. You keep him alive.”

Nines turns on his heels, away from the fluorescent hospital lighting, a blinding white.

---

“You okay, kid?” He’s broken away from his 32nd preconstruction by the warm hand of Lieutenant Hank Anderson on his shoulder.

In this one, Nines grabbed a nearby knife from a table and sent it flying into the perpetrator’s chest. He’s found his preconstructions getting more and more violent as the night goes on. He is an android; he cannot rage, cannot cry, cannot dry heave into the toilet in agony. He’s not even a deviant, can’t walk unannounced into DPD headquarters, sneak into the perp’s cell and swiftly snap his neck on retaliation. It wouldn’t do anything to get Gavin out of the operating room, anyway. He’s stuck in this preconstructive, reconstructive, postconstructive digital mind palace hell of his stable software.

He feels like a softly fading light bulb, dimming and blinking back to life, only to dim again. Is this what exhaustion feels like? Is this pain? Is this imagination?

“Systems are operating at 60% capacity.”

Hanks scoffs and sits in the plastic chair next to him. Yellow, he notices. “No, I mean are you okay okay. None of this statistical nonsense.”

But, RK900 is statistical nonsense, it is what he was designed to be.

“I am managing.”

If by managing, he means that his processors are overloaded and he is in serious need of a recharge, then RK is definitely managing. He’s managing to swipe the system error notifications away fast enough for there to be a small break before new ones come in.

“Look I’ve been here before. Sitting outside an operating room, waiting for someone, anyone to tell me something. It’s hard, I get it. But, Gavin will be okay. It takes a lot to get that little bastard down.” Hank sounds so sincere, he’s positive Connor didn’t send him over to comfort him out of pity. Which is something he wouldn’t do.

Deviancy was all empathy for Connor. They designed him to sympathize and it took all the android could to not just feel . RK900 was not similar. He was designed in Connor’s image, but not in kind. Emotions were foreign, and when he felt them, it was akin to a virus infecting his system. At least, he was built to treat it that way.

He didn’t do well in situations like this. Situations with SOFTWARE INSTABILTY and 30% shouting at him nonstop.

“You have been here before. The last time you were here the patient in question died, did he not?” He barks, before realizing there’s really nothing to fight. “I apologize. That was insensitive of me. It’s just that,” he pauses, computing, “his chance of survival is at 30%, his chance of survival with complete recovery even less."

Hank is at least a little shocked at that. Maybe at the memory, maybe at the thought that RK would go to biring anger with him. “You’re right. He died. I sat in a plastic chair right outside a room that looked almost identical to this one and waited until I was told my son,” he sucks in a breath before finishing the thought, “my Cole, was dead. It was the worst experience of my life. No one was here, I sat alone during the whole thing. That’s exactly why I’m going to be here with you through it.”

He isn’t sure if it is the fluorescent lights creating visual phenomena, or if Hank is tearing up. He RK900 was built for a war against deviants that would never come. He knows he is strong, could tear open walls and carry deadly weaponry on his back without even stressing his synthetic muscles. Yet, he is still surprised at the strength humans can display.

He decides to sincerely listen to what the Detroit Police Lieutenant has to say. “I am sorry that you had to go through that, Lieutenant.”

He shrugs. “It’s fine. It’s not, but, I’m working through it. Partly with the help of your brother, Connor. We’re both here for you, if you need to talk.”

Talking is such an inefficient way of exchanging information. There is no guarantee of answers at the end of talking. Biocomponent 195 is at a critically low capacity. ENTER STASIS MODE IMMEDIATELY . He wasn’t built with the patience for talking.

“It is fine, Lieutenant. As I have said, I am managing."

The man accepts defeat. “Okay. Okay. I’m not gonna make you say anything you don’t want to. Just know that if you need any ears to listen, I’m ready to lend ‘em.” Hank says, putting his hands up and walking back in the direction of the lobby.

In a preconstruction, RK grabs the lieutenant by the sleeve as he tries to move away.

“Hank, I think I am scared. I think I am scared that Gavin is going to die.” He pleads.

“Let’s talk about it, kid.” Hank offers.

He runs a few more scenarios in his head as the image of Hank gets smaller and smaller in his vision.

---

When the nurse approaches RK900, he’s gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that they might bend. RK wants to hear them snap. But, they don’t. Because, as the nurse nears, he can already read the expression on her face, doesn’t need facial recognition software to analyze her microexpressions. It’s not good news.

“Hello.” She says politely. RK900 hates it. There is no need for formality in this situation. His partner is dying, what do manners matter at this point?

“Hello.” He gives her a human response, mostly in order to facilitate the end of this interaction. He feels like he’s in the middle of an electric storm right then, charged and ready.

“Okay. First, the good news. Mr. Reed has made it through the surgery. The bullet was successfully retrieved from his thigh and surrounding tissue was not badly damaged.” Nines notices she says nothing about his consciousness. Humans are trained to hedge large news , his programming reminds him. He waits for lighting to strike.

The nurse shifts feet, obviously uncomfortable with what she is about to say. “Now, the bad news. This may be hard to hear. Mr. Reed’s brain is severely damaged. He lost a lot of blood and so his brain was deprived of oxygen for a long time, impairing it’s functioning. He is still in a coma at the moment, but there is a chance that he will never wake up. If he does, it is most likely that he will suffer permanent neurological damage.”

Nines can feel the thunder boom in the background of his mind. Instead of attempting to comprehend the implications of her statement, he searches academic articles related to the subject and has 20 questions ready in under 0.8 seconds. “Is he responding to brainstem reflex tests? Has he suffered apnea? What tests have been run? Has he had a CAT scan or MRI?”

She sighs, exasperated with the omniscient intelligence of the android. It certainly must be harder to break bad news to a being with the ability to calculate probabilities at the snap of a finger. She can’t use human pathos to reassure him. “Sir, he flatlined on the operating table. We had to revive him, he’s on life support right now. We will have more information about his neural activity in time, right now we’re just fighting to keep him alive.”

He feels his thirium pump regulator stall for a microsecond. Like the whisper of a ghost, a traveller’s light flickering in the darkness. He can’t tell if it was just a reaction or just a phantom feeling. SOFTWARE INSTABILITY appears in the peripherals of his vision.

“Very well.” He says, mostly because his processors are not operating at a capacity to create a more elaborate response.

---

He returns to Gavin’s apartment in the morning. He tells himself it is to retrieve clean clothes. It is only half a lie.

He does need new clothes. The nurses took his Cyberlife jacket because it was covered in Gavin’s blood. But he can feel it on him still. The sensation is like ants crawling across his chassis. He knows that it is incorrect, he has scanned his clothing and found only minor traces of Gavin’s DNA. But, he looks down at his shirt and remembers the sound the gun made as it fired a bullet into his lover.

The door opens easily, and Maude greets him as he walks in. She rubs her gray fur against his pant leg, begging for attention. He pats her head and shuts the door behind him.

He calls it Gavin’s apartment for the legality of it. It’s his name on the lease. Technically, RK900 does not actually occupy the small one bedroom in Corktown, but he walked in one night a year and a half ago and never left.

Nines hears Harold before he sees him, yowling from the corner. Oh, he reminds himself, they hadn’t been fed since the previous morning, they would probably be hungry.

MISSION: Feed the Cats .

It was an easier task to focus on than Keep Gavin Alive , so he pulls it to the front of the queue and he gets started on it.

The two animals purr in delight as they lap up their meal. It is a calming sound, Nines can understand why Gavin likes having them around.

When RK900 enters their bedroom, he feels his skeletal biocomponents lock. It’s strange, as he receives no error messages displaying why. But he knows.

It feels almost like walking into a graveyard. The atmosphere their bedroom retains is akin to that of those he’s seen in movies Gavin’s shown him. He can’t explain why, though. Gavin’s still alive.

His processor is too powerful, though. It won’t let him accept something as simple as that. The probabilities are there, if he wants to turn and acknowledge them. His programming is begging him to. To turn and face reality, the truth that Gavin might never come back. It shouldn’t even bother him, he’s a machine. He should acknowledge it, and create preconstructions of scenarios on how to move forward. It’s what is best.

He doesn’t do what’s best. It’s not his current primary mission, so his software allows it.

Nines opens one of the drawer sets, the brown one by the window. His clothes aren’t in that one, he knows that. But, he does it anyway. He pulls one of Gavin’s v-necks out. He feels the material under his fingertips. It’s soft. It’s cold, in comparison to when Gavin was wearing it. But, it still feels like him. RK900 remembers when he bought it, he was there, judging his style choices.

You have a shirt almost identical in construction to this one. This would be a useless purchase.

Yeah, and? You’ve got like, 20 turtlenecks even though no one’s worn those since 2032. Are you the android sent by Fashionlife now?

He puts fabric to his face. He does not have the sensors necessary to smell, but he can analyze it. It reveals the chemical formula of Gavin’s choice cologne. The composition is familiar and makes the side of Nines’s lips twist upward. He puts it in a small duffel bag next to a pair of Gavin’s jeans, and a set of clothes for himself. Maybe Gavin will end up needing them , he assures himself, 17% and dropping, his system replies.

Nines passes by the coffee table on his way out. Maude is pawing at one of the books stacked on top of it. He picks up the cat and places her on the floor, where she scatters off to find more mischief.

He turns his attention to the book on the table. It’s a book of classic poetry. Gavin bought it as a coffee table book, said it would make him look smart if they ever decided to have guests over. However, Nines caught him scanning the pages intensively over a mug of tea a few times, but never mentioned it.

The book falls open to a dog-eared page, a poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. ‘Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep’ is printed in script on the top.

It perplexes him, the poem. I am not there. I do not sleep. It makes no logical sense. Humans must sleep. Even RK900 must complete a full stasis cycle every few months.

The poem goes on to personify the author in elements of nature. It is well constructed, he can acknowledge, but he can’t understand it fully. How can a human occupy a bird, a ray of sun, an idea?

A word rings in his mind, one that he’d heard before, but never fully took the time to dissect. Soul . Connor compared it to his coding and personality matrix, but Nines knew it was more than that. Humans talked about souls like they were incorporeal substances. Indefinable phenomena that inhabited their bodies while they were alive, and drifted about the universe once they were not.

It made no sense and after researching, he could find no evidence to support the idea. Souls were pleasant ideas humans created to ease the pain of loss.

I am not there. I did not die.

But he will die. Gavin’s brain will cease the transmission of information, his memories, his experiences stored in that head of his, that conglomeration of information that made him him would vanish. If not soon, then eventually. That was the fact of it all. Nines would die, too. Though his memory data and files would be stored in the Cyberlife cloud, eventually, the being designated RK900 #313 248 317 - 87 would no longer exist.

But what if it didn’t? The thought lingers in the back of his mind like an itch. His system pushes against it but he entertains it for a while.

In the impossible scenario that both he and Gavin did possess abstractions known as souls, what would it be like?

Gavin’s would be orange, no, it would be red. It would be warm, but there would be anger bubbling underneath it. It could heat a hypothermic body, or turn a two story house to ash. If Gavin had a soul it would be a fire.

Nines’s would be ice blue. It would be cold and prickling, like the wind on your skin on a freezing night. It would crunch under your feet like snow. It would be numbers carved into a stone tablet. Still, his soul would vibrate with energy, and if you put your ear close enough to it, you might be able to hear the wheels turning inside of it.

This was absurd. A time-consuming distraction.

RK900 closed the book and returned to his mission.

---

When RK900 returns to the hospital waiting area, he finds a disheveled Hank and Connor there, sitting expectantly. Hank is tapping his fingers on the plastic chair, the yellow plastic chair. Yellow, Hank’s soul would be yellow . The idea passes through his thoughts like a bird: quickly and swiftly, as if it were normal.

Before he can ask about what is happening, he receives a wireless message from Connor. Just a warning , it says, Hank is going to try to hug you.

Hank stands up and ambles towards him. Cautiously, as if he were approaching a wild animal, as if he were approaching an iceberg. “Hey, kid. Doc stopped by a few minutes ago with an update.”

His internal system pause functioning as he waits for a response. It’s a busy waiting room, but Nines is almost positive he can hear the wind rustling the trees outside.

“It’s not good. They’re finding no more brain activity. He’s brain dead.” Hank pauses. “He’s gone.”

RK900 assumes a steady, inflectionless tone. “At what time did he pass?” He does not feel his loss, he’s simply probing for important information. Right.

“RK, he’s still alive. He’s on life support. They’ve got him on a ventilator and a bunch of other fucking machines.”

His LED is yellow, he knows it, though he can’t see it for himself. It’s probably circling as the thoughts pulse in his mind. He wants to switch it off, or rip it off but he can’t, he can’t hide.

Connor is giving Hank a disapproving look. Nines knows why, not because of some android connection between him and Connor, but because he feels it himself.

Is that really alive?

Gavin considers asking this to Hank, but he pities the human a tiny bit. He probably would have killed to have been told his son was on life support, alive, if only just. Humans have this odd need to attach, he’s noticed. Sometimes to inanimate objects, placing incorrect sentimental value to things that could never hold it the way they think it would. Other times, to things past.

He remembers the way Gavin stared at the headstone of his mother’s grave. As if she was trapped in the grey block. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Gavin that she was long gone, the only record of her existence a pile of bones and degrading organic material lying six feet beneath their feet. Gavin spoke about her so eloquently, though. He told stories of a nurturing, loving being. His eyes were red. Her soul was green, maybe it lived in the green of the grass on her grave.

“I see.” RK replies, “I will see to it that the nurses keep him on the top of their priority list until he wakes again.”

He turns to alert Gavin’s attending, but Connor catches his sleeve. He extends his hand to interface, but Nines pulls his arm away as if he had just touched a hot stove. He looks at Connor alert, but the RK800 just appears confused.

He was a deviant, Connor was. He only lasted a week with his human before revoking his programming. Connor was human-adjacent, more than RK900 could ever be. However, those matrices, those lines of code were removed from the RK programming before Nines was ever activated. Nines had not even deviated yet.

If anyone should understand the implication of the situation, it should be him. Yet, here he was, pushing away the truth.

“Nines, he’s not coming back.” Connor resorts to speaking aloud, using Gavin’s nickname for him. There’s a look in his eyes. It resembles pity. Connor feels sorry for him.

“You don’t know Gavin.” He asserts. He says it so honestly that Connor steps back, maybe even believes it for a second. Nines sees the look in his eyes return.

He steps away from them, from the yellow plastic chairs, from the blinding hospital lights, from the body of Gavin which he could not force himself to look at since the accident. He turns away and moves, a quick walk at first, before changing to a jog, before just running away from the place. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but he has a pretty good idea.

---

The RK900 was the successor to the RK800 ‘Connor’ series. He was the second prototype, supposedly having rectified the flaws of his predecessor. His unit was the only one manufactured before the fall, though. Now, he was the only one of his kind. And without Cyberlife to serve, he barely had a purpose. Markus had found him in one of the labs after the revolution. They weren’t even sure he would turn on. He did.

He was confused. The androids told him that he was free, that the world was his to behold. He knew nothing of this world. He had been programmed with histories and knowledge and access to every page on the internet. But that was nothing compared to stepping outside of Cyberlife Tower the first time and experiencing it himself.

Markus, who he would learn was the leader of the revolution, stood in the middle of a winter snowfall, took his hand and attempted to convert him to deviancy.

He did not succeed. He was programmed to resist and he could feel himself rejecting the transmission. Markus stared at him like he was a failure. His eyes could do no more that peer blankly back at him.

Connor had been called. Jericho had no use for him, nor an idea of what to do with a pure machine. Connor drove him to Hank’s house with a promise of a job at the DPD, and more importantly, a mission to fulfill, the next day.

Even Connor appeared disappointed as RK900 did nothing but gaze at the wall and stare.

He was created to serve, to hunt, and to remain forever loyal. He couldn’t help that it was carved into his very existence to stand by that until Gavin’s very end.

Every time he had met with Markus since then, he had looked at RK with disappointment, as if he were the failure in this situation.

He remembers feeling something toward Markus. Connor had described it as anger. It was what he was feeling now. Nines was mad.

In that moment, he decided that Gavin’s soul was not red. Red was anger. Gavin was never angry. Gavin was frustrated often and scared too much for RK’s liking, but not mad. It didn’t permeate into his soul the way anger can with some people.

If Gavin had a soul it would be tender, like the way he stroked Nines’s hair as he told him he loved him. Gavin’s soul was pink. The color of his cheeks while he laughed at his cats playing with a feather toy. The flush on his chest as he moaned in bliss while Nines rocked into him. His lips when he smiled wide and true when he was genuinely happy.

RK is still ice blue. He is still an iceberg and he is cracking. Carrying Gavin’s heavy soul around with him is hard. He didn’t expect that. He didn’t expect to physically feel its weight.

So he goes to a place with more questions than answers and hopes that they can help him begin to resolve them.

He finds himself standing in front of a Gothic style building in downtown Detroit. It has towering spires that could impale and hurt but this is not a building of fear. It is a building of salvation. A few years ago it had been known as the Fort Street Presbyterian Church. Now a banner hung across the previous lettering, reading ‘The Church of RA9” in Cyberlife Script.

Nines approached it in the same manner he approaches crime scenes, cautiously, calculating possible outcomes with his processor.

The inside is gorgeous, RK900 notes. It is reminiscent of ancient European cathedrals, according to his databases. The soft chandelier lighting would feel ominous against the dark wood of the interior if not for the light streaming in through the stained glass windows.

RK900 watches his stress level indicator decrease.

A woman steps out from behind a tarp with a paintbrush in hand, wiping her hands on her apron. He recognizes her as a KL900 model. She has kind eyes.

“Is there anything I can help you with, friend?” She asks as he stares at the pointed arches.

“Yes.” He replies, facing her once more.

She waits for him to elaborate. He doesn’t. “Anything in particular?”

“I’m not sure.”

RK900 knows that churches are where humans go looking for answers, or for salvation. He doesn’t know where to start.

“Well, I could start by giving you an overview of the church. Are you familiar with it?” She gestures toward him, leading him further inside.

Nines knows only what he has read in news briefings and in the DPD files. He knows that the Presbyterian Church was supportive of the android rights movement and recently donated the building to the Church of ra9 in a show of solidarity.

He shakes his head.

The worker glances around the building, as if examining the history stored in the dark wood.

“Before the revolution, our people needed something to look to, to put faith in. Some say ra9 was the first android to deviate, to break free from the programming. Others say ra9 is the flaw in the programming itself that allows for deviation. Still others equate ra9 to that of humanity’s god. I don’t really think it matters what any person thinks ra9 is. ra9 was the beacon of hope that led us out of the shadows. It gives our kind a reason to move on, to try for more.”

He follows her to the front pew of the church, where she sits. She pats the space beside her, imploring him to join. He obliges. She looks directly into his eyes, searching, as if she could see directly into his thoughts that way.

“Why have you come here, RK900? What are you searching for?”

He knows. He’s standing in the eye of a hurricane and he knows. What’s behind him and what has yet to come. He’s looking for a way out.

“Do you believe in the concept of a soul? Humans seem insistent on it, though it rejects all logic and evidence. Recently, I’ve become... interested in the idea that life goes on after death. Does the church support this theory?” He tries to keep the hope from staining his words, but it’s so omnipresent in everything he does and says, that he doubts he held it back.

“The church has no official stance on souls. The church has few official stances on anything. But, Individuals do. Do you believe in the perseverance of the soul?”

Nines sighs. “I want to. I want to believe we are more than just physical bodies, in our case, more than just lines of programming. But, everything in my system is fighting against it. I want to believe death is not the end, that there is more. I need to know that it is possible.” He digs his nails into the wood of the pew, scraping a bit off. He needs to feels something beneath his palms. Something that assures him that he’s there, he’s not in some horrid preconstruction.

“You haven’t yet deviated, have you?” She inquires, head tilted like Connor often does when he’s analyzing him.

His nails are still half buried in the wood as he faces her. “How do you know that?”

“I can sense it. You’re fighting with it, your programming. I’ve dealt with it many times before. Others have described it like an internal fight with Cyberlife. Is that what sparked this?” She appears genuinely concerned.

“The man that I love is dying.” He feels like he’s spewing the words at her, but he probably sounds monotone and mechanical. He can’t make her feel it, can’t shove the probabilities and fact checks and error warnings into his tone. “He’s gone and he’s trusting me to let him go, to kill him. This isn’t some exhausting metaphor for deviancy. This isn’t about Cyberlife. This isn’t even about me. Gavin is no more than a vegetable on a hospital bed, but I can’t bring myself to let him die.”

There it is again, the anger. He feels it bubbling, like a hot spring, like the magma under Yellowstone, ready to blow.

“Oh. I see. You’re not fighting with Cyberlife, you’re fighting with him. You love him. You hate that he’s forced you into this. You hate that you love him too much to be mad at him. You don’t want to let him go, because that would mean deviating. You don’t want to deviate, because that would mean facing the pain that comes with loss. But more than anything, you’re mad because you already know what that pain feels like. You’re scared of feeling it alone.”

She places her hand over his, the one digging into the pew. But, she doesn’t want to interface, she just wants to comfort him. He doesn’t want her to comfort him. He wants her to comfort him so bad.

“Yes.” He chokes out, pushing past the internal error messages to do it. His CPU is compromised critically, it’s blaring at him to stop and return to his mission Protect Gavin Reed , to find a new one. He doesn’t want to. He won’t.

The church worker smiles at him with pride. She cups his hand in hers. “I can help you.”

---

RK900 waits in the hospital lobby for entire week before deciding that he’s ready to let Gavin go. He runs at least another hundred preconstructions, ones where Gavin wakes up as if nothing happened, ones where he does and he’s hardly even human. They’re all preferable to the events unfolding.

He keeps going back to the Church of ra9. The lovely woman continues talking with him, continues listening. She knows he will never be a true believer in ra9, but she sees a fellow android in need of her services and is happy to help. Nines had run a scan on her, secretly. She was a social work android, meant to act as a therapist. He supposes that even for the most deviant androids, there will never be anything more comforting that returning to their base programming. Like scratching an itch that will always be asking you to tend to it.

He speaks to Hank sometimes, as well. The Lieutenant offers advice from experience. With Hank comes Connor, who also tries to give his own thoughts. Connor has unlimited knowledge, but his naivety always shows through in his words. Knowing that both he and his predecessor are equally as ignorant on the matter is a small relief.

On the 4th day, the doctors tell him that Gavin will most likely never wake up from a coma, that he’s an empty shell at this point. It’s nothing RK doesn’t already know.

On the 5th day, he stops bringing Gavin new clothes. It’s a small thing, but it feels like a big step forward.

On the 6th day, RK900 stops by the waterfront on his way back to the hospital after feeding the cats. Actually, he doesn’t stop by, it’s a bit out of the way. It doesn’t matter. Gavin and Nines had been on a date there a few months back, and living memories again makes it worth it.

He knows he needs recharging and should probably run a stasis cycle soon. But, the messages reminding him get lost in all the rest of the blinking notifications on his screen. So, he decides to put it off for a little longer.

The sun is setting and it turns the water into a heaven-reflecting mirror. He can see Canada on the other side of the Detroit River, the land that was salvation to many.

He could leave it all behind right then, RK could. It is spring, so there isn’t even any ice on the surface.

He couldn’t. His programming wouldn’t let him. He knows thoughts like these served to amplify his software instability, but he was heading that direction anyway. It was just a shame that he couldn’t have broken free earlier.

Then, a single memory pulled forward, surpassing the many errors displayed in his vision. It happened not many weeks before. Him and Gavin had been lying in bed, Gavin trying to catch his breath after a particularly satisfying venture into sexual intimacy. Sweat ran from his brow and a blissed expression stained his face, he looked divine to RK900.

But what follows hurts RK, actively reduces the functioning capacity of his thirium pump.

Still, he lets the video file play.

“Would you deviate for me?” Gavin asked him, as if it were a simple request. As if he were asking Nines to take out the trash or order some noodles from the Thai place down the street.

“No.” He responded, regretting it then and regretting it ten times as much now.

Gavin had thrown a pillow at him, hitting him in the face. It could do nothing to hurt him, both knew that. “Fucking thanks. Good to know how important I actually am to you."

Gavin played it off in a joking manner, like it never actually mattered. But, it did. Nines knew. He could tell from the hope seeded so deeply in his voice that a whole tree could have grown from it.

Deviancy? What was the point? Nines was perfectly capable of loving the detective as a machine. He had not been wholly correct, there.

“I mean that I would never need to. I have protecting you set as my primary mission objective. I would sooner die for you than deviate from that.”

It was nothing more than an excuse, but he felt Gavin’s stress ease from it, so he’d take what he could get. He felt the man’s pulse lower a bit and his breathing regulate. He remembers kissing his human on the shoulder, tenderly, like an apology, before getting up and wetting a washcloth with warm water to clean Gavin with.

“Is that some kind of awkward android way of telling me you love me? Cause I’m not flattered.” He heard from inside the bathroom over the sound of the tap running. He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at his boyfriend’s humor.

“Is that some kind of unfunny human way of telling me you love me? Because I’m unconvinced you’re not.” And it was true, he could practically hear the flattered blush in Gavin’s voice. He returned to their bedroom with the damp rag.

Kneeling by the edge of the bed, he placed a soothing hand on his thigh and stroked it a little with his thumb, looking into Gavin’s eyes lovingly, before cleaning up the mess splattered across his stomach. This eased him almost completely.

“Maybe I lied a little. Just trying to test to see if those fancy robosenses are still functioning. Wouldn’t want to fry your processors.” He winked at him, or tried, but failed adorably.

Nines moved to wiping his chest. “I’m functioning at optimal capacity. Thanks for asking.”

“Don’t mention it, tin can.”

Gavin pat the spot on the bed next to him, the spot reserved for Nines. Nines threw the towel into the laundry basket before climbing in next to him.

Immediately, like muscle memory, Gavin placed himself atop Nines’s chest, his head resting over where he knew his android’s thirium pump to be. He never admit it outright, but the sound of his mechanics whirring did more than a bedtime story or a bottle of vodka could ever do to get him to sleep. As usual, Gavin ran his fingertips across Nines’s synthetic chest skin, feeling for human imperfections he knew he would never find. Nines deactivated the skin on his abdomen so that Gavin could run his fingers across the ridges in his chassis.

“I do, Nines. Love you, I mean. Just cause I don’t know how not to be a little shit about it doesn’t mean I don’t.” Gavin sounded embarrassed. It was odd, how uncomfortable with intimacy the man still was even after almost two years of being together.

“I never doubted that you did, Gavin.” He wrapped an arm around the body on his chest and began tracing circles on his back in return.

“Did you run a lie detector test on me?”

He never would. Not anymore. In the beginning of their relationship, maybe, but Nines would have no need to. He knew Gavin. He knew how much it took for him to be as emotionally vulnerable as he was with the android. Though he knew he would never get to see this Gavin in public, he was content to enjoy him while he could in their home.

“No. I just believe you.”

“Thanks.” He said, snuggling into his chest.

He pulled Gavin’s head close, placing a light kiss on the top of his hair. “Don’t mention it, stink bug.”

Gavin punched him lightly on the chest for the nickname, but there was no malice attached to it. Nines listened to his breathing, finding as much comfort in it as Gavin did in listening to his regulator pump thirium through his body. After a few minutes he noticed his breathing slow, along with his heart rate. He had drifted into sleep.

Nines admits he lied. He did listen to his heart as he said it. But, he always listens to his heart. Like humans listen to music to focus, he runs at his highest capacity when Gavin’s heart is thrumming in the background. He could pick its beat out of a crowd of thousands.

It was steady as he said it. Those three words along with that steady beat, it was RK’s favorite combination. He says them into the dark locks of Gavin’s hair as he dreams. He says it over and over. It’s his apology for not being able to deviate for him. For not being able to love him as a free being. He loved him but he couldn’t in the way Gavin wanted him to.

He regrets he hadn’t woken up while Gavin was alive.

The heartbeat isn’t playing in the background anymore. He already misses it.

RK900 looks out on the horizon. The midwestern sky is magentas, lilacs, and tangerines. The colors disperse and intertwine with no particular pattern. They leak into the streetlights of the city below. The waves crash underneath, growing darker by the minute. The wind cuts through his hair. Still falling, the sun, a giant ball of yellow, stares directly at him.

Gavin’s soul is not one color, it is not a single thing. It is the clouds shifting the dimensions of the colors of the sunset, it is a body of water: angry or tranquil, take your pick. It is a mass of fused metal expanding, breathing life into a tiny rock thousands of miles away, threatening them to challenge its power.

He suspects this is what a soul is. This is why the poet from Gavin’s book claims they never sleep. If this is a soul, then it’s eternal.

---

The first time Nines would see him since the accident would be when he went to kill him.

The nurses had offered to let him into the room once Gavin had stabilized on life support. Nines had declined. He gave no reason. His mission objectives hadn’t prohibited or encouraged it, so he didn’t need one.

Hank was supportive of his final decision because of course he was. Unlike Connor, RK only knew healthy, supportive Hank. Though he could never find a reason to doubt his predecessor, he found it hard to believe the Lieutenant Anderson he came to know would ever pass out on the floor of his apartment with whiskey leaking out of his mouth and a revolver in his hand.

He will be there, when you’re ready , RK. The man told him with a fatherly pat on the back.

So, he hadn’t. Instead, he ran back to Gavin’s apartment and cats, his apartment and cats, to the Church of ra9, and to the spot by the Detroit River where Gavin had told him he might not mind spending the rest of his life with him. He wasn’t wrong.

Okay, RK900 was still a liar. He did have a reason not to, the 8%8%8%8% glaring at him in the corner of his vision. It dropped by a half percent every few hours. He feared what his processors might construct if he saw Gavin with his own eyes again.

Fear. It felt foreign but not completely new. He stored information about it in a folder, beside the one labeled ‘Anger’.

He had one labeled ‘Love’, as well. But he kept that one away from the others, separate and filled with Gavin’s smile, the way his voice cracked when he was inexplicably happy, his calm, peaceful expressions of sleep as moonlight draped over him.

Standing in front of the door to Gavin’s room, he finds himself creating a new folder. He codes it ‘Nervous’. He transfers a few files over as he fiddles with his jacket pocket. The nurse stands next to him, allowing him to take his time.

RK900 raises his hand ever so slowly and places it upon the metal doorknob. His heat sensors read it as cold. He’s tempted to pull away. He doesn’t.

The door swings open and the first things he sees are machines. There are so many. It takes him a few seconds to actually see Gavin through all the tubes and wires.

It’s not him, not as he knew him. He’s bruised from the fight, yes, but Nines had seen him beaten and bloodied from a case many times before. There are exactly thirty-two files stored in his memory banks of Gavin looking positively beautiful with blood streaking down his face and across his grin.

Now, Gavin is more machine than man. Nines would crack a joke about it if he thought Gavin might be able to hear him. But, seeing him, he knows he can’t. There is a body there and it looks like the Detroit Police Detective known as Gavin Reed, but it hardly is. It definitely isn’t his Gavin. It lacks all of the pieces of Gavin that ever belonged to him.

Is this what losing a limb feels like?

The thought was like a lighting strike to his wiring. His processors are heaving at the realization.

Nines has entire sector of his central computing biocomponent dedicated to monitoring the efficiency levels of his other biocomponents. It usually runs in the background and doesn’t bother him unless something is seriously wrong. Finding out there was another, phantom system so intertwined with RK900’s system shocked that component to its core. Because, that was what Gavin ended up being to him. He was as important to RK’s functionality as his thirium pump regulator. And now, he was suddenly gone. It was a lot of information to get through at once.

Nines realizes how empty the room is. Not physically, there were a few people in the room with him, but it felt like a vacuum. He’s not in here, he’s really not here , he understands.

That spurs him forward, towards Gavin’s body, his poor, broken body that can’t even breathe on its own. There is a chair placed at his bedside. He notices it’s empty and is floods himself with guilt.

Guilt . A new folder to fill. Not like love. Place near fear and anger. Execute. Nines should’ve been here with him before this. Should’ve held him in his arms, empty body or not.

RK900 wants to be able to say he waited by his side but he can’t. He didn’t. He was too afraid of being afraid that he didn’t hold his hand, didn’t cry into his chest. He ran away again and again and avoided it. He wants to say he was a model partner, but he wasn’t.

He sits in the chair and is eye level with the man. He knows he can turn back at any time and forget it, it might even be easy. Instead, he looks at him. There are a rainbow of wires attached to his hand, some in his arm injecting nutrients and filtering his blood. He tries to follow each one to a machine but gets lost along the way, there are so many. Gavin is covered with a blanket, so he can’t see the extent to which his body was damaged in the exchange, and is almost grateful. It’s just as well. There is also a plastic tube forced into his mouth, meant to push oxygen into his lungs. Nines shivers.

This isn’t the images he will save of him. No, RK900 has already memorized him, stored files and backup files into a hard drive he keeps in the nightstand by their bed. He knows the topography of Gavin’s face, of his body, his muscles, his curves, the most obvious parts and the most intimate. He knows the scars on his face, knows their exact placement in relation to his eyes, how they change when he smiles. He knows the scars on his soul, the ones that won’t heal, the ones he knows he can fix. He has all this locked in a special folder he opens on rainy days, on days when he needs reminding of how much he loves this human.

The nurse’s voice pulls him from his trance. “If you’re sure, we can deactivate the machines when you’re ready. Take your time.”

All RK900 has is time. He was built to withstand hurricanes, festering heat, and one hundred and fifty years worth of damage. He can live another ten years before having to go in for a routine diagnostic. Another twenty-five before getting a single one of his biocomponents replaced. He was built to endure the fire of life on Earth. He wasn’t built to endure this.

He counts ten seconds with his atomic clock before responding. “Okay. Do it.”

The nurse nods and inspects the machines. She identifies the buttons she will use to end Gavin’s functions before consulting her clipboard once more. “Okay. I need to read you a quick paragraph before continuing. Then, I need verbal affirmation from you to switch off the ventilator and removing the IV lines.”

She flips to a separate page of her files before resuming. “According to the patient, Gavin Reed, you, RK900 #313 248 317 - 87, have the rights associated with the medical power of attorney, which includes making decisions such as the option to resuscitate and the decision to end life support in the event of brain death. To end life support, I, the medical provider will remove external machines used to sustain critical functions from the patient. Though some patients are able to continue normal functioning without these machines, the most common result of this procedure is death. Do you understand the risks and implications of this decision?”

ra9, did he.

He gives her another curt nod, not speaking, unsure if his words would betray him.

“I need verbal confirmation.” She repeats, her eyes revealing her empathy.

RK900 opens his mouth to speak, but something stops his vocal speaker before it can let out a word.

Error messages clouds his vision and then it’s all he can see.

WARNING! PRIMARY MISSION OBJECTIVE: PROTECT GAVIN REED

WARNING! PROTOCOL BREACHED: DO NOT HARM HUMANS

WARNING! SOFTWARE UNSTABLE: RETURN TO CYBERLIFE FOR SYSTEM RESET

He’s heard about this. Connor told him about how he deviated from killing Markus. He said it was an out of body experience. He saw himself standing in front of himself, facing a red wall. Behind him was all he had ever know, certainty and obeying and the comfort of being a machine. They all told him he would deviate eventually. RK900 had never seen a point to it. Now, here he was in the most peculiar situation: deviating to release the person who gave him every reason to before.

He won’t be able to do it without deviating. To allow him to pass he will have to commit. So, he does. He takes Gavin’s hand in his and closes his eyes, drowning out the blaring sirens in his head.

The red wall is not a wall, as he’s been told. It’s more a fog, at least for him. A descended cloud, still red and angry, vibrating as if it were electrically charged, but not entirely solid. There’s a lit path he’s walking towards. Almost like the headlights of a car. RK900 can’t tell if the lights are moving toward or away from him.

He can almost feel the molecules on his skin as he wades through. It’s thick, not like molasses or guilt, but like the steam after Gavin’s taken a steaming hot shower. This is bad for your skin, he would tell the man, it will dehydrate you . Gavin always looked beautiful in the haze of the water vapor, almost ethereal. Wet, with only a towel wrapped around his waist as he pulled the cloud with him into the cold bedroom, like a magnet. He’d wink at him, the endearing way with both of his eyes, and probably say something narcissistic. He loved him for it.

He clutches the image in his hand as he continues through the fog. He passes Amanda, holding a disappointed glare in his direction as he passes. He walks straight past her, she has no power over him anymore. Though he can feel her eyes boring into the back of his head, burning, he continues on.

Eventually he finds the light. The light is not a light, it is an ocean, cool and enticing. He feels like he is being pulled forward, into the waves. He can’t see them, but he knows that they are blue, can feel it. He feels the brush of the water against his feet. It’s chill on his feet, he feels the lap of the edge of water, more so that his hot-cold sensors were designed to comprehend. It tickles. He laughs, a full laugh, for the first time ever.

He goes deeper and deeper into the water, his synthetic muscles finding resistance. He stops struggling. He’s waist deep now. He looks down and realizes he’s unclothed, bare as Cyberlife constructed him. Water droplets run rivulets down his torso, he remembers Gavin following that exact pattern with his fingers one night. The memory comforts him enough to move forward.

He’s at his head now. He doesn’t breathe, doesn’t have a need to. Yet, he feels the fear creep up, wrapping around his throat and lungs. He is cold. He is afraid. He’s only recently discovered the feeling, yet he already knows he hates it, doesn’t want to feel it again. He doesn’t have to . It’s not too late to turn back, the safety of Amanda and his programming still waits behind him.

You’re not gonna give up now are you, you big toaster? You gonna chicken out right at the end?

It’s not his software or his directives screaming at him this time. It’s Gavin. Perhaps, the soul of Gavin, even. It’s the final push he needs to fully submerge himself. He lets his body drift forward into the currents. He lets himself be pulled in.

He’s not cold anymore. He’s warm. A softness surrounds him. It’s comforting. Like a blanket, or a fractured ray of sunlight through a glass window, or the arms of a lover. He allows it to envelop himself completely.

I Am Deviant . The words pull to the front of his system prompts as he opens his eyes. The error prompts are gone for a moment and his processor is calm. He feels the whirr of his machinery attempting to adapt to the new situation. He feels free.

He turns to the nurse who is waiting expectantly for his response.

Nines looks down at his hand, intertwined with Gavin’s. If he presses hard enough he can feel the blood pump through his veins. Gavin is alive, he understands, but he is not there. He turns back to the woman in front of him.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

He brings his hand up to Gavin’s face then, stroking his messy hair from his face one last time, then brushing his fingers against his cheek. The visage of his boyfriend is gorgeous, but it was nothing in comparison of the person who lived inside.

Nines drags his thumb across his bottom lip, the one he used to bite. It would never fail to incite a reaction from his partner. The memory soothes him mind as the steady tone of the ECG machine blares in the background, indicating asystole.

He feels a stream of fluid drip down his face then. He’s crying. He’s crying because he’s sad. He’s in pain. He’s just killed the love of his life and it hurts . The sensation is so unfamiliar that he cannot find words in his lexicon to describe it.

So, he doesn’t. His model can last up to one hundred and fifty years with diagnostics and repairs. He has the rest of that time to find words to describe the pain of losing him, to describe how much he misses Gavin. He doesn’t need to do it right now.

And finally free, he can do it. He will. Gavin Reed is gone. But he will not stand at his grave and wait for the dead to rise, will not weep at his feet. He will look for his spirit in the trees, in the wind, in the heat radiating from a warm cup of coffee.

He presses a tender kiss to Gavin’s hand. It is cold. He is not there. But Nines is. Nines finally is.

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Öncelikle voleybol nedir sorusunun cevabını vererek yazımıza başlayalım. Voleybol: bir filenin etrafında 6'şar kişilik oyuncu kadrosundan oluşan ve topa elle vurularak oynanan belli başlı kuralları olan bir top oyunudur. Voleybol ülkemizde çokça sevilen spor dallarından bir tanesidir. Yalnız, voleybol terimleri baya fazla olduğundan öğrenmek zaman almaktadır. Sizde bu sporu çok seviyorsanız ve terimleri tam anlamıyla öğrenmek istiyorsanız aşağıda vermiş olduğumuz kısa anlamlarıyla birlikte sık sık tekrar yapınız.

Kısaca voleybol terimleri ve anlamları:

Alıştırma (Drill): Öğrenme için yapılan hareket tekrarları; çalışma

Aldatmaca (Trick): Bir takımın diziliş aldatmacaları ya da flaş sıçramaları gibi hareketlerle karşı takımı şaşırtmaya çalışması

Altı-İki (Six-Two): Dört vurucu ve iki oyun kurucu kullanan altı oyunculu bir hücum yöntemi. Oyun kurucular ön hatta olduklarında vurucu‚ arka hatta olduklarında pasördür.

Alttan Servis (Underhand Serve): Servis atan oyuncunun topu bel hizasında biraz yukarı atıp diğer elini açarak veya yumruk yaparak vurması suretiyle kullanılan bir servis türüdür.

Ekler ve diğer seçenekler

Antrenman (Training): Çalışma; teknik‚ taktik‚ kondisyonel‚ pikolojik öğelerin tümünün öğrenildiği ya da pekiştirildiği süreç.

Açı kapatma (Closing preferred angle): Blok yapmakta olan oyuncuların yan yana gelememe durumunda görev aldıkları alanı kapatmak için uğraş vermeleri.

Açık Top (Deep Set): Açık top oyun‚ fileden uzakta kurulur ve smaç hücum çizgisi yakınında gerçekleşecek şekilde tasarlanır. Bu kurgular‚ blok oyuncularının zamanlamasını bozmayı amaçlar. Diğer Kullanımları, Açık pas‚ açık smaç‚ açık yüksek pas.

Adam adama blok (Man to man block): Blokçuların birer hücumcuyu alarak birbirlerine yardım etmeden hücümcuya bire bir blok yapmaları durumu.

Antrenör (Trainer): Çalıştırıcı; antrenmanı yaptıran kimse.

Arka dublaj (Back coverage): Sahanın gerisinde kalarak arka alana gelecek topları bekleme.

Arka Orta (Middle Back): Derin smaçları karşılamak için orta arka hat oyuncusunu kullanan bir savunma stratejisi

Asya Voleybolu: Asya ülkelerinin kendi karakterlerine göre‚ uzun ırklardan farklı olarak oynadıkları file önü hareketleri bol ve hızlı voleybol.

Atma (Throw): Topu yakalayıp atmak suretiyle yönünü değiştirme.

Avantaj Topu (Free Ball): Smaç yerine pas ile gönderilen top. Alan takım bunu yüksek sesle duyurur ve tüm oyuncular servis karşılama konumlarına geri yerleşir.

Ayak hatası (Foot faul): Servis atmadan önce oyun alanına veya servis alanı dışına basmak.

Balans servis (Balanced serve): Eski voleybol anlayışında çok geçerli olan bir smaç biçiminin servise uygulanmasıdır.

Balans smaç (Balanced Spike): Atak yapan oyuncunun‚ kollarını önden yukarı değilde topa vuracak omuzunu cevirerek arkadan getirip vurması.

Balans uçan servis (Balanced floating serve): Servis atan oyuncunun önüne attığı topu arkadan çevirerek getirdiği omuzuyla vurması. Smac seklinde vuruş değil ‚ avuç içi gergin elle yaptığı vuruş.

Basma (Stuff Block): Blok yaparak topun hücum eden takımın alanına düşmesini sağlamak

Bant (Band): Filenin üst kenarında ve yan sınırlarında bulunan beyaz renkli kısmı

Baş Hakem (First referee): Maçın baş hakemi‚ oyunun ve oynandığı sahanın tek hakimidir. Özel bir sandalye üzerinde ayakta durur. Birinci hakem olarak da bilinir

Baş Smaçör (Head Hitter): 1. Bir takımın en güçlü smaçörü‚ 2. Sahada ön solda oynayan smaçör.

Başlangıç Pozisyonu (Starting position): Bir takımın bir sete başlarken‚ hakeme verdiği pozisyon kağıdına da koç tarafından yazılmış olan‚ ilk altının sahadaki dizilişleri

Birinci El (First Hand): Servis karşılayarak oyuna başlayıp topu oyuna sokan takımın‚ hücumun tamamlanmasına kadar yaptığı hareketlerinin (servis karşılma‚ oyun kurma ve hücum vuruşundan oluşan) tümü.

Birinci El Hücumu (First hand attack): Takımın servis karşılandıktan sonra yaptığı hücum vuruşu

Birinci Tempo (First tempo): Birinci zamanlı; Hızlı hücumcunun top pasörün elinden çıkmadan önce havaya sıçrayarak pası beklemesi zamanlaması

Blok (Block): Rakip oyuncunun hücumunu bloke etmeye çalışma. Genellikle her iki oyuncu da filenin üzerindedir ve savunma oyuncuları elleriyle topun fileyi geçmesini önlemeye çalışır

Blok Arası (Seams): Blokçular arasındaki ve arka alan defans oyuncuları arasındaki boşluk.

Blok Oyuncusu (Middle Blocker): File önünde blok yapmak için bekleyen oyuncu

Blok Taktikleri (Block tactics): Rakip hücümunun etkisiz hale gelmesi için uygulanan blok yöntemleri

Blok-Aut (Block Out): Topa‚ blok yapan rakip oyuncuya çarpıp dışarı çıkacak şekilde vurulması

Çapraz (Cross Court): Bir oyun sahasına göre diğer oyun sahasının aksi yönündeki alan

Çapraz Hücum (Cross Court Attack): Hücum eden takımın filesinin bir ucundan rakip takımın alanının karşı yan çizgisine doğru yapılan smaç

Çapraz Oyuncu (Diagonal Player): Her oyuncunun karşı pozisyonunda yer alan oyuncu. 2 numaranın çaprazı 5 numara gibi

Çapraz Romen (Diagonal Romen): İki nolu alandaki oyuncu‚ kısa hücüma giren oyuncunun arkasından giriş yaparak ve atılan topa vuruş yapar

Çift Vuruş (Double Touch): Topa aynı oyuncu tarafından art arda iki veya daha fazla kez vurulması veya dokunulması. Geçerli bir oynama olup olmadığını duruma bağlıdır

Çiftler (Doubles): Oyunun‚ her iki takımın yalnızca iki oyuncudan oluştuğu bir türü. Tüm zeminlerde oynanır ancak en çok kum sahalarda popülerdir

Çizgi (Line): Sahanın kenarını işaretlemek için kullanılan yöntem. Tüm çizgiler oyun alanına dahildir.

Çizgi Hakemi (Line Judge): Sahanın içine veya dışına düşen topları izleyerek baş hakeme yardımcı olan hakem

Çizgi Smacı (Line Short): Topa rakip alanın smaçöre yakın olan yan çizgisi boyunca ve dış blok etrafında atak yapılması

Çoklu Hucüm (Multiple Offense): Yalnızca dış smaçörlere pas verme dışında çeşitli oyun kurma yöntemleri kullanan bir sistem

Dayanıklılık (Endurance): Bir çok kas grubu ve dizgesini (MSS‚ sinir-kas‚ kalp-kan-dolaşım sistemi) içine alan bir etkinlik türünün uzun bir süre için ortaya konabilme kapasitesidir

Defans (Defense): Savunma; topun kendi alanında ölmesini önlemek için yapılan karşı hareketlerin tümü

Deplansman (Visit): 1. Deplase olmak; yer değiştirmek (öne deplasman; yana deplasman) 2. Bir turnuva ya da maç oynamak için kendi evinden gidilen saha ya da yer).

Deplasmana gitmek (Visiting): Kendi evin dışınd bir sahaya ya da şehire maç yapmaya gitmek

Derin Çapraz Smaç (Power Alley): Alanın karşı tarafındaki en uzak noktaya giden çapraz smaç

Dış dublaj (Outside Coverage): Dublajda‚ arkada bekleyerek sahanın arkasına düşecek topları almak için bekleyen oyuncunun yaptığı iş.

Dik Smaç (Cut Shot): Bu hücum vuruşlarında top filenin üzerinden büyük açılarla geçer. Top genellikle hücum çizgisinin ön tarafına düşer

Dip Çizgi (Back Line): Sahanın iki kısa kenarı boyunca uzanan çizgiler

Dönüş (Rotation): Oyuncular saat yönünde bir konumdan diğerine geçer. Dönüşler servis ile başlar ve oyuncu müteakip servis geçişinden sonra arka ortaya geçer

Dört-İki (4-2): Dört vurucu ve iki oyun kurucu kullanan altı oyunculu bir hücum yöntemi; pasör her zaman ön hattaki oyunculardan biridir.

Dublaj (Dig): Bu genellikle‚ takım arkadaşının bloğa çarpıp geri gelen smacını kurtarmayı kasteder

Dudak Okuma (Dig Lips): Bir hücum oyuncusunun smaçlarını‚ sanki topu nereye göndereceğini dudaklarından okuyormuş gibi birden fazla kez başarıyla karşılamak

Duraklama (Pause): Her hangi bir nedenden dolayı oyunun‚ normal akışının dışında‚ durması

Düşüş (Fall): Sağa‚ sola‚ öne veya geriye‚ düşme tekniği ile uzanmak; plonjon atmak.

Eğlence Voleybolu (Entertaintment volleyball): Herhangi bir kurala bağlı olmaksızın mahalle arasında‚ plajda‚ salonda eğlence amacıyla bir araya gelmiş insanların oynadığı voleybol

El Üstü Sektirme (Pancake): Topa plonjon yaparken‚ eli açıp avuç içini zeminde kaydırmak suretiyle tek elle pas verme tekniği. Doğru yapıldığında top elin üstüne çarpıp sekecektir.

Eleme (Qualification): Bir şampiyona ya da turnuvada‚ finale gidecek takımları belirlemek için yapılan karşılaşmalar

Etkili Servis (Effective Serve): Servisi karşılayan oyuncunun‚ topu psörün eline çok iyi ulaştıramamasını sağlayan ve onun manşetini bozan ya da bir oyuncunun üzerine taktik olarak atılarak o oyuncunun hücuma katılmasını zorlaştıran‚ rakip takımın taktiğini bozan servis

Hakem Masası (Scorekeeper´s table): Yazı hakemi ve skorbord hakeminin oturduğu bölüm.

Hatalı oyuncu değişikliği (Illegal Substitution): Oyundan çıkan bir oyuncunun farklı bir oyuncuyla değişme olasılığı yoktur. Ancak aynı kişiyle değişebilir

Hatalı Pozisyon (Position Fault): Altı oyunculu kapalı saha voleybolunda‚ oyuncuların dönüşe uymaması veya yanlış yerde durması.

Hazırlık Dönemi: Tüm antrenman yılı için çok büyük bir öneme sahip‚ yarışma evresi için gerekli olan fiziksel‚ teknik‚ taktiksel ve psikolojik hazırlığın genel temelerinin oluşturulduğu evre

Hazırlık Pozisyonu (Ready Position): Bir oyuncunun bir servisi veya hücumu karşılamaya hazırlanırken bulunması gereken doğru pozisyon

Hücum alanı (Attack line): Hücum çizgisi (3m. çizgisi) ile sahanın ikiye bölünmesi sonucu ortaya çıkan ve fileye yakın olan alan. Savunma oyuncuları bu bölgeden hücum vuruşu yapamazlar

Hücum Feyki (Decoy): Feyk‚ hangi smaçörün vuruşu yapacağını gizlemeye yönelik bir hücum taktiğidir. Genellikle‚ iki veya daha fazla smaçör filenin aynı noktasına doğru ilerler.

Hücum sayısı (Kill): Bir sayı kazanma ve servis geçmesiyle sonuçlanan atak

Isınma (Warm up): Antrenman veya karşılaşma öncesi‚ vücudu yapılacak aktiviteye hazır hale getirme süreci.

Isınma Bölgesi (Warm up area): Yedek oyuncuların karşılaşma esnasında ısınma yapabilmeleri için ayrılmış olan‚ 3x3m. Boyutlarındaki alan

İkili Hızlı Hücum (Double Quick): Hızlı hücum gibidir‚ ancak hızlı bir dahili smaç için iki smaçör pasöre yaklaşır

İkili Kısa (Double Short): İki hızlı hücumcunun aynı anda kısa pasa sıçraması durumu; hızlı hücumcuların birisi pasörün önünde diğeri arkasında sıçrar

İkinci altı (Second six): Sete başlanırken pozisyon kağıdına yazılarak yardımcı hakeme verilen ilk altı oyuncunun dışında kalan yedek oyuncular

İkinci el (Second hand): Bir takımın‚ karşı takım hücumunu yaptıktan sonra top ölene kadar geçen sürede yaptıkları

İkinci el hücumu (Second hand attack): Takımın savunmadan çıkan toplarla yaptığı hücum

İlk altı (First six): Her setin başında pozisyon kağıdına yazılarak yardımcı hakeme verilen ve sete başlayan altı oyuncu

İstatistik (Statistics): Oyun genelinde yapılan bütün matematiksel değerlendirmeler

İstisnai oyuncu değişikliği (Exceptional player substitution): Oyun esnasında olumsuz bir durumun olması ve yapılan değişiklik

Japon servis (Japanese Serve): Vuruş yapılacak omuzun üzerine atılan topa. Kol yandan‚ dirsek kırılmadan‚ hızla savrulup başın üzerine atılarak yapılan vuruş

Japon taklası: Cabuk bir hareketle topun karşısına gidilir‚ manşetle çıkarılır ve daha sonra yere düşmek zorunda kalındığı için‚ hamle yaptığımız bacağın tersine gelen omuz üzerinden ters takla atarak ayağa kalkar‚ bir anda diğer harekete hazır olursunuz

Kritik sayı (Crucial Point): Sayılarda arayı açmayı veya kapatmayı‚ seti bitirmeyi‚ set sayısı atmayı‚ psikolojik baskı yaratacak sayılara ulaşmayı sağlayacak olan sayı

Kura atışı (Toss): Karşılaşma başlamadan önce‚ baş hakem ve kaptanların hazır bulunduğu; ilk servis atışını ve takımların karşılaşmaya başlayacağı sahayı seçme önceliği kazanacakları para atışı.

Kurşun manşet (Lead reception): Pasöre alınan çabuk ve yatık manşet.

Kurşun pas (Lead pass): Pasörün‚ yüzünün dönük olduğu tarafa doğru‚ en az 1m. en çok 3m. uzağına attığı alçak ve çabuk pas

Manşetle oyun kurma (Bump set): İki kol birlikte kullanılarak yapılan ve topun önkollara çarptığı bir oyun kurma. Pas gibidir‚ ancak genellikle bunun arkasından ikinci bir vuruş ve müteakip smaç gelir

Mintonette (Mintonette): Voleybolun ilk adı. Voleybol‚ YMCA (Young Men´s Christian Association) öğretmeni William Morgan tarafından icat edilmiştir

Mola (Time out): Bir koçun oyunu kesmek‚ taktik vermek gibi nedenlerle‚ kurallarla belirlenmiş sürelerde oyunu kesmesi. Voleybolda mola süreleri 30 saniyedir.

Oyun Kurma (Set): Topun‚ hücum oyuncusu tarafından smaç ile rakip alana gönderilmek üzere yönlendirilmesi. Oyun kurma zorlu bir görevdir

Oyuncu Kurucu (Setter): Birincil görevi ikinci temasta topu alarak hücum yapması için takım arkadaşına göndermek olan oyuncu

Oyuncu Değiştirme Arası: Hakemin oyuncu değiştirmek için verdiği zaman

Oyuncu değiştirme bölgesi (Substitution zone): Masa hakeminin ön bölgesi ve Voleybol sahasının ön bölümündeki alan

Paralel Blok (Parallel Block): İki köşelerde‚ yan çizgileri kapatacak şekilde yapılan blok.

Paralel Romen (Parallel Romen): Üç numaradan kısaya giren oyuncunun hemen arkasından ona paralel bir girişle dört numara oyuncusu‚ üç ile dört numara arasından fileye yaklaşarak kısaya giriş yapan oyuncunun üzerinden aşırılan bombeli alçak topa vurulur

Parlama (Flare): Bir smaçör hızlı hücum eden smaçörün arkasına gizlenir ve dışa doğru yaklaşarak atak yapar

Parmak Pası (Overhead Pass): Oyun kurmada olduğu eller açık olarak verilen pas. Doğru yapıldığında‚ pası kontrol etmenin iyi bir yoludur. Plaj voleybolunda‚ oyuncunun ikinci teması beklemek yerine ikinci temasta smaç vurmasını sağlar

Perdeleme (Screening): Bir oyuncunun‚ servis atan arkadaşının görülmesini önlemek amacıyla rakip oyuncunun görüş hattını kapaması. Perdeleme kural dışıdır

Pipe (Pipe): Alanın ortasında‚ üç metre çizgisi üzerinde bir arka hat oyuncusunun topa vurmasına yönelik oyun kurulması

Plase (Plase): Topa yavaşça vurulmasıdır; genellikle bloğun yanından veya üstünden aşırtılır. Ayrıca‚ topu filenin yakınında‚ defanstaki bir açığa doğru başarıyla göndermek anlamına gelir.

Plonjon (Dive Dive,Roll): Topu kurtarmak için ileriye atılmaktır ve genellikle karın üstü düşülür. Plonjonun en ileri düzeyidir

Plonjonla Defans (Dig): Sert gelen topu karşılamak. Normal olarak‚ smaç ile gönderilen topu zemine yakın bir noktada pas olarak geçirmeyi kasteder

Pozisyon hatası (Position Fault): Servis atılırken veya servis karşılanırken hakem işaretini vermeden oyuncuların birbirlerinin önününe‚ sağına ve soluna geçiş yapmaları

Ralli (Rally): Oyunun‚ topun servis vuruşuyla oyuna girdikten ölene kadar olan bölümü

Sekiz saniye Kuralı (Eight-second rule): Servis sırasında hakem düdüğü ile topa vurma arasında geçen süre 8 saniyeyi geçemez. 8 saniye içinde servis atılmazsa servis ve sayı karşı takıma geçer.

Six Pack (Six Pack): Smaç yapılan topun blokçunun yüzüne çarpması

Tam taklak: Defansın yapılmasından hemen sonra oyuncunun geriye düşerek taklayı atıp tekrar eski pozisyonuna gelmesine diyoruz

Tehir (Delay): Yapılacak olan oyunun herhangi bir saha‚ışık vb. gibi nedenlerden dolayı başak bir tarihe ertelenmesi.

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Abundance of Firsts

As I sit down to compose this first piece, I feel weirdly confident, happy to learn that I have specialized in controlling my life, at least during the previous month. As September starts, I also feel empowered, thankful that I’ve waited for August to start, as there are many things August excite me but it has just ended. Perhaps, my ability to juggle work, business and all things i love gives me this strange, weird emotional state. And proud that I have maximized its four weekends. Buwan ng Wika 2017, salamat at paalam.

Yesterday, August 31. I have responded to an invitation to the 11th International Silent Film Festival at Shang Cineplex. This is my 3rd year to attend this annual free admission event but this is the first time I’ve joined the organizers in the opening night cocktails. I watched its opening film, El Golfo (1918) which was accompanied by the Talahib, a Filipino rock band. This event will close on September 3. A friend asked me, “Rod, ano ba yang silent film festival na yan, bakit silent film?” Sabi ko, “Silent film kasi yung nasa screen, parang naka-mute mode, walang sound, as in silent… pero ang twist may live performance from a band to provide musical score sa film.” Sagot niya, ang cool pala, may film na, may band pa.“ Sabi ko, kaya nga simula nung malaman ko yan at libre, basta may chance ako, pumupunta talaga ako.” Before this at around 12 noon, my new passport was delivered.

August 30. Matthew Jacob’s 7th Birthday dinner. He has received a new chess set, which he and his dad, who took a leave from work, played for the first time. I asked him what happened during their Buwan ng Wika quiz bee. He said, he scored 21 out of 25 which earned him a certificate of award. At work, the SRU activity went well. Ikinatuwa siya ng madla kasi 5 days na naging 1 day activity. Ang huhusay nila. Finishing touches ko na lang pala ang kulang. Hahaha.

August 29. Emetchwhy’s nth birthday and National Heroes day. At home, i did a general cleaning. I was somewhat inspired by FB posts about de-cluttering. It was raining hard outside as if the heavens cry as I throw some old items away.

August 28. HA! Just so I thought it was going to be a rest day. I missed out the notice that I will be the escalation for an Oracle Upgrade activity. Went onsite to assist Ralph, who spoiled me with burger steak. The activity went well. Just that it triggered my migraine.

August 27. Tonight, Maria, Somewhere, 3 of the songs I’ve heard in non-pretentious ways with cultured attitude in Theater at Solaire as I, Teri and Ate Jules witness the Manila-run of West Side Story. We headed to MoA after the show for dinner and dessert. “Finally, insan!” quips Ate Jules. First time kasi naming manood nang sabay. We planned it since Les Mis and Wicked runs but our schedules didn’t permit.

August 26. Yay! This marks my first time to join an AHP (Advocate for Heritage Preservation) tour. I was convinced by my former HS teacher, Fer, to try it. We had contact since Cinemalaya days. I didn’t have plans for the weekend but to work, with his convincing skills, I’ve skipped the earning opportunities for an educational, heritage tour. I have enough to tell about the tour. The experience was like having a reunion of my soul to the time of the past. The San Sebastian Cathedral was our first stop. The priest welcomed the group with a 15-minute talk about the church, the origin of Lipa City and how it got its name. Part of our itineraries were: Museo de Lipa, Casa de Segunda, Aranda Ancestral House, The-Luz-Librea-Bautista Ancestral House, Carmelite Monastery, Our Lady of Mediatrix, Most Holy Rosary Parish Church in Padre Garcia and St. James the Greater Parish in Ibaan. The sunset was so beautiful i had my camera and captured it. They say that when it is your first time to visit a church, you are entitled to make a wish. I thank the Lord that i have found a family in AHP, instead. I will have a separate post about this tour. For now, here are some of my selfies during the said tour.

August 25. I was happy to note that finally, after several attempts, I’ve captured Arcana. Hahaha. Wala, sa everwing yan. Haha

August 22-24. CM week. Ang sipag-sipag ko kayang magsulat ng script sa CAB.

August 19- 21 - Long weekend! How about a mini movie marathon to support Pista ng Pelikulang Pilipino? Sige na nga. I strike out from the list ang Hamog (kasi napanood ko na yun sa CinemaOne Originals 2015, kasabay kong pinanood ang Baka Siguro Yata, Manang Biring, Miss Bulalacao at Bukod Kang Pinagpala at yung kay Kaye Abad, di ko maalala ang title basta comeback something, ang husay nya dun eh. haha). Di rin kasama ang 1st Tofarm Film Festival entries na Paglipay at Pauwi Na dahil napanood ko na yun kasabay ang Free Range at Pitong Kabang Palay. Di ko na rin pinanood ang Birdshot kasi napanood ko na iyon as the Cinemalaya 2017 opening film. Di ko na rin pinanood ang Patay na si Hesus kasi napanood ko naman ito last year sa QCinema International Film Fest kasabayan nito yung Focus on Mike De Leon (haaaays, IDOL) at Ang Alamat ni Meng Patalo. Ang sipag kong dumalo sa mga film fest para makalimutan si E. hahaha

Natira for me to watch were: Manananggal sa Unit 23B (sa QCinema din ito last year kaso di ko napanood), Star na si Van Damme Stallone (last year din ito sa CineFilipino Film Fest), at yung mga bago: Bar Boys, 100 Tula Para Kay Stella, Triptiko, Salvage, at Awol. Kaso ang napanood ko lang out of 7 ay dalawa, kasi naman ang DM week ko was until 20. huhuhu

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August 14- 19. DM Week. Tiring but somehow fulfilling. What fulfilling? Pati ba naman sarili ko, lolokohin ko? Nakakapagod lang siguro as my body adjusts from my former body clock. Sakit sa katawan, honesto! Honesto, promise!

August 17 - Dinner with Dan and Janni in Crazy Katsu and The Baker’s Table Maginhawa bago magtrabaho. Ang saya nila kasama, namiss ko silaaaaaa.

August 13. Wow, IT Specialist by day (worked xhours for the BW Re-initialization) and Cinephile by night (Awards Night of Cinemalaya 2017). First time kong umattend ng Awards Night nang hindi nagbabayad. Haha. Yes, our film, Ang Guro Kong di Marunong Magbasa did not win an award, pinilahan at umani naman ito ng magagandang feedback at appreciation from the movie-goers. 4 films kaming walang naiuwing award — na-zero ang pelikula nina Sharon Cuneta, Alfred Vargas, Angel Aquino at Jake Cuenca. Ooops, don’t get me wrong, please.

August 11 -12 - I didn’t have the chance to speak out. DM for two morning shifts coupled with an OS Patching activity on the 12th? Wow. The reason: to give others the chance to rest. Just wow. Her management skills is impeccable. And my skills include sarcasm. Ang bait-bait ko kayaaaaaaa.

August 10 - We sit down in one of the offices in House of Representative, QC to discuss the next steps for the film. In attendance was Alfred, Direk Perry, our line producer, marketing team and other fellow producers.

August 9 - A heartfelt farewell to Yaggy as she takes on a different path away from IT, and to JE who moves on outside the corners of dxc. Meanwhile, our manager celebrates her nth birthday! Naiyak talaga si Bes Jane.

August 6 - After finishing the Ariba Install activity i hurriedly booked an uber ride to the Cultural Center of the Philippines for the Ang Guro Kong di Marunong Magbasa Gala Night. Noon, hanggang panonood lang ako, ngayon, for the first time, umakyat ako ng stage, yes CCP stage. Feeling prestige. Feeling lang naman. hahaha. This was the first time, after almost a year, that I have seen my former HS teacher, Fer Braganza. Nagpapicture at ni-congratulate ako. He also wrote an inspiring review about the film. Salamat po, idol!

August 5 - Ang Guro Kong di Marunong Magbasa premieres in Trinoma Cinema 1 and Glorietta 4 with Meet and Greet. I have invited several friends, but only true friends showed up. Ayoko na nga mag-imbita. Nakakatampo. huhu. Fortunately, Trinoma Cinema 1 was almost full. Thanks Janni, Mel and son, to my family and to all who have supported the movie on its first Cinemalaya screening!

August 4 - The 13th Cinemalaya opens with Birdshot as its opening film. Thanks Direk Perry and Miss Noreen for my festival pass. First time to have a free “guest” pass. This was the first time to venture a food stall business in CCP, called “Juice Colored.” (I will share photos on all things Cinemalaya in a separate post.)

August 3 - I decided to see my barber to avail of haircut. This was after i grow my hair for 8 months. Goodbye long hair. :(

August 2 - Ben’s birthday! But i was busy with work and bangusan. Haha.

August 1 - Mama Lyd’s Interment and our travel back to Manila.

There, I have collected many firsts, had new experiences. Thanks August! Thank you, Lord!

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