Protesters display their banners as they march towards the U.S. embassy in solidarity with the U.S. protest dubbed “Occupy Wall Street”, on October 15, 2011 in Manila, Philippines. (AP Photo/Pat Roque (vía Occupy Wall Street Spreads Worldwide - Alan Taylor - In Focus - The Atlantic)
i somewhat cried watching this. the cry was partly missing home, partly how deep u.s. colonial culture has forced itself on my people, and partly how amazing pilipin@ people harvest that oppression into something beautiful and colorful and still, harmful.
http://artcar.blogspot.com/2011/04/10-amazing-jeepney-art-buses-may-soon.html
10 Amazing Jeepney Art Buses - May soon disappear - Jeepney Documentary
Jeepneys are buses from the Philippines, originally made from US military jeeps left over from World War II, have now become the most popular means of public transportation. When American troops began to leave the Philippines at the end of WWII, hundreds of surplus jeeps were sold or given to local Filipinos. The Filipinos stripped down and altered the jeeps to accommodate more passengers, added metal roofs for shade, and decorated the vehicles with vibrant colors and bright chrome hood ornaments.
The jeepney emerged as a popular and creative way to re-establish inexpensive public transport that had been virtually destroyed during the wat. Nowadays they are packed with people, flamboyantly decorated and a symbol of Philippine culture but may be on the endangered list due to stricter air pollution regulations.
There is a new documentary out called Jeepney by Perinspire and its about the possibility of an entire industry disappearing because of all the pollution they generate.
![[my lolo, sinigang, and… risotto?] food journal
excerpt:there are few pictures i have left of my childhood due to constant moving, being kicked out, or poor planning, but the ones i have with my lolo in them are the ones i keep plotted in marked places through out my home. one blanketed in the safe journal when i travel from state to state. another, his arm is swung over my lola, her smug hard thick face almost mocking his goofish and clearly smitten love for her. him saying in whatever language suited him best, “whatever, you know you love me.” i bet just after that photo, she swatted him on the shoulder a little, a punishment for making her smirk despite her own unyielding exterior. both of them lodged in a midwestern click of a button, the rural mackinaw city sky vacant without the salt of ocean, this same vacancy dulling the glow of their eyes if you squint harder at the photo. i can’t imagine that level of missing your family. i also, cannot imagine missing the rituals and ingredients of family practice of eating, to adjust to seasonal harvests, to different food life, altogether, that type of re-training does something to the spirit, doesn’t it?
continue reading here at recipes for the people.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk82cpm8vX1qbvmfzo1_500.jpg)
excerpt:
there are few pictures i have left of my childhood due to constant moving, being kicked out, or poor planning, but the ones i have with my lolo in them are the ones i keep plotted in marked places through out my home. one blanketed in the safe journal when i travel from state to state. another, his arm is swung over my lola, her smug hard thick face almost mocking his goofish and clearly smitten love for her. him saying in whatever language suited him best, “whatever, you know you love me.” i bet just after that photo, she swatted him on the shoulder a little, a punishment for making her smirk despite her own unyielding exterior. both of them lodged in a midwestern click of a button, the rural mackinaw city sky vacant without the salt of ocean, this same vacancy dulling the glow of their eyes if you squint harder at the photo. i can’t imagine that level of missing your family. i also, cannot imagine missing the rituals and ingredients of family practice of eating, to adjust to seasonal harvests, to different food life, altogether, that type of re-training does something to the spirit, doesn’t it?
continue reading here at recipes for the people.
sending healing, safety, and support for communities affected. going to call
my family this week to check-in.
Crap. Mom’s side is up in Ilocos Norte. Dad’s side along Eastern Samar. :( #prayforJapan
Map of Philippine provinces affected by Phivolcs tsunami alert.
