Tuesday, October 21, 2008

One Vote Cast


Last Friday I finally received my long-awaited absentee ballot in the mail. I requested it about six weeks ago, but given that it takes approximately two weeks to get a letter from here to the U.S. and back, and add to that the necessary processing time of a government agency like the Queens Board of Elections, six weeks does not seem so bad.

I didn’t want to delay my vote or take any chances that it might not get there in time, so I filled it out and took it up to the US Consulate office at the Waterfront Hotel yesterday morning. They’ll be sending it to Manila where it will travel to the States via the Embassy mail pouch. Hopefully, it will make it to Queens safely. But even if it doesn’t, current polls show my guy way ahead in New York state.

And by the way, this is the second time in my life I have voted absentee, albeit the first time from overseas. The first was my sophomore year at the University of Maryland in ‘92. I only wish I was still registered in Ohio.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

New Places to Run

Finding a good place to run in Cebu has been a constant challenge since I got here.  Mostly, I’ve been running at the gym—either on the treadmill or on the covered but outdoor track.  This is okay for short runs, but after a while it is quite redundant.    Aya and I did a 5K race last Sunday sponsored by Holiday Gym.  We talked to a few local avid runners that we know, and they reminded us of a popular running spot which we had heard about, but had not yet tried.

I had been to this place before, but the circumstances were different.  It was the burial of Aya’s grandmother.  The place is the Cebu Memorial Park, colloquially known as CemPark.  Believe it or not, this is where the top runners and tri-athletes in the city train.  There is no Central Park here or even a Flushing Meadows.  So this seems to be the best Cebu has to offer in terms of a place to run where there are few cars and a measured course.  Two kilometers per loop around the mausoleums and tombstones.  Sure, it’s a little spooky, but there are a lot of others there.  Living people, I mean.  The dead don’t bother you too much.  And there are lights when it starts to get dark.  It’s best to start a little earlier and finish before it is too dark, but as long as there are other people there I think it is fine.  We ran there yesterday and plan to go back soon.

Today I tried a different place on the recommendation of my brother-in-law: the golf cart path around the course at Cebu Country Club.  It was quite challenging and I felt really winded at the end.  After 6:00pm it was really dark, and I would have had trouble finishing the front 9 if it were not for Bayani driving a golf cart in front of me.  There was one other runner there today other than Aya and I—he’s training for the Singapore Marathon.  In the dark, this place can be almost as scary as the cemetery because you are all alone.  At least in CemPark, there are always other runners.

So, at least there are a few options other than the boring old gym.  More importantly, it will help if I can run with other people, especially those training for marathons or half-marathons.  Otherwise, it might be difficult for me to reach those distances again.

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Sunday, October 5, 2008

Sports Drink?

“ENJOY IT at the GYM.” This is the sage advice offered by Nestle on the top of their tetra-pak cartons of fresh low-fat milk sold at supermarkets all over the Philippines.

You know, this is something I’ve never actually thought about trying. And come to think of it, no one I have ever known who works out has ever mentioned to me that milk is a beverage of choice at the gym. I’m not an expert, but I really don’t think it is a good idea, particularly for running. I usually stick to the standard water or Gatorade, but I purposely avoid dairy products as I am afraid they will upset my stomach while running. Perhaps milk is consumed by body builders but from what I know they prefer those powdered protein concoctions.

I don’t know if Nestle really believes that drinking milk at the gym is a good idea or if they are just trying anything to get people to drink more milk. I for one won’t fall for this ploy.

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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Re-fill


A few weeks ago, on a whim, I decided to pay a visit to a practitioner of homeopathic medicine.  Actually, my in-laws went to this doctor earlier that day and recommended that Aya and I give it a try since we both are long-time sufferers of various allergies.  Okay, I thought.  Why not?

When we got to the clinic, near the Capitol in Cebu, we were seen almost immediately by the doctor.  In fact, there were several doctors there in the consultation room including one of Aya’s aunts, a GP visiting from Mindanao.  Tita April and the others were training in homeopathy under this doctor.

When he took out his device with its magic wand and started moving it to different part of my hands, of course I was a little skeptical.  I always am.  He was measuring the toxicity levels in each and every part of the body, all of which have a connection to an exact point in one’s hand.

My levels were genuinely okay except for my liver, which is apparently the usual problem organ.  The liver can be cleaned, though, through some homeopathic remedies and a change in diet including the elimination of synthetics, pork and bottom-feeding shellfish, among other things.   Many of these recommendations I have been following for years; others, like cutting shrimp from my diet, will be more difficult.

But I did get a reprieve of sorts.  The homeopath said that he could not effectively analyze my toxicity levels until I had my dental fillings replaced, something my mother-in-law had already done (although I don’t think it was based on this particular doctor’s recommendation.)  

You see, when I was a kid, I spent a lot of time at the dentist.  My mother made us go for check-ups every six months, and inevitably I would have at least one cavity every time, and sometimes three or four.  This went on until my early teens so I have quite a few “silver fillings in my mouth.   Yeah, I ate a lot of candy and other sweets as a child, but so did my friend Jimmy, and he never had any cavities.  Maybe it is partly genetic.  My mother was a major sweet tooth as well, and it probably didn’t help that she took my to Dairy Queen as a reward after every painful cavity filling appointment.  I’m sure it was my idea, but it was never too difficult to convince her.  I went through three dentists during those years—Dr. Sachs (who I think got in trouble with the law later), Dr. Moyer and Dr. Mark.

Now I’m told that the fillings they used were made of amalgam, which is composed of approximately 50% mercury with the remaining half a combination of other metals including silver.  According to the homeopath, these dental fillings are highly toxic because of the mercury.   Exposure is especially high, he explained, when eating or drinking something really cold or really hot.  I have fillings in 16 teeth and some teeth have multiple fillings.  All of these have been in my mouth for 20 years or more, meaning that—at least according to the doctor—I’ve been poisoning myself for more than half my life on a daily basis.  Part of me wonders if this guy is a quack who is just making money of selling supplements.  Maybe they are herbal or natural, but it still seems like pills so are they really different than pharmaceuticals?

But I believed him.  I mean, it makes sense.  Especially when the majority of the world dental establishment still primarily endorses the use of amalgam.  To me, that is proof that it may be harmful.  It is probably against their collective interest to change the practice they have been utilizing for years and years regardless of whether it is harmful to their patients.  

Of course, the use or non-use of amalgam fillings is still quite controversial.  Scanning the Internet, you can find many articles saying they are extremely harmful and just as many saying not enough is known to make this type of conclusion.  I will continue to do further research on this topic, but it is more of the post-buyer reassurance type of research, like when you buy a certain brand or product and then afterwards conduct thorough research to validate your decision.

I already started the process of having my amalgam removed and replaced with composite resin.  I’m hoping that I won’t find out that this new material is similarly toxic in 20 years time.  On Friday I visited the family dentist, Dr. Rafanan.  She was highly skilled and knowledgeable.  She doesn’t use amalgam anymore, so I tried to get her to weigh in on the controversy.  She just offered both sides, saying that American dentists still mostly use amalgam while the trend in Europe is away from the mercury-laced mixture.  As with many issues, I’m betting with the Europeans.

Four teeth down and 12 more to go.  Incidentally, Dr. Rafanan informed me that I had a new cavity, which she promptly drilled and filled with composite resin, of course.  This was my first cavity in well over a decade.   I brush my teeth and floss regularly, but I haven’t been to the dentist in almost four years.  My last scheduled appointment was the day after the Fourth of July in 2005.  When I got to the office in lower Manhattan near Century 21, after schlepping all the way from Jamaica on the E train, I found the office locked.  They never called to say they were taking an extra day of holiday, and in fact, when I called to complain, my call was never returned.  I was so upset that I never went back, and although I asked around for another dentist, I never made another appointment during my last few years in New York, partly because there were very few dentists who accepted the crappy city employees’ insurance, DC-37.  My first dentist in New York, who I went to for several years, didn’t accept the insurance, which is why I switched when I started working at the library.  

In the Philippines, I don’t think dental insurance is very common, so I have to pay out of pocket, which is expensive but much, much cheaper than U.S. dentists.  And, if turns out that the homeopath is right about the amalgam (he actually said it should make a difference in my allergies), then it will certainly be worth every peso.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Everyday Randomness

Often I find myself completely perplexed by the randomness of things in the Philippines.  You see things that you just do not expect to see.  Take, for instance, the way jeepneys (the predominant public transportation vehicles, for those non-Filipino readers) are decorated.  The other day I saw one that was painted with the logo of the Bristol City Football Club from England accompanied by the proclamation “Bristol City FC is the Best.”  Just find it strange that there would be a large fanbase for this particular football club.  Admittedly I am not so knowledgeable about English football but I do know that Bristol City is not as well known as Manchester United and others.  Another jeepney I recently spotted was emblazoned with the names of various canals.  Suez Canal, Panama Canal, etc.  What is that about? 

My understanding is that the jeepney drivers can decorate their vehicles any way they choose—some are beautifully painted, others are hideous.  Some advertise particular products or bands such as Coca-Cola (without compensation I assume.) But, what, this guy is a fan of the Suez Canals?  I’d really like an explanation on this.

The above picture, taken today on Banilad Rd. in Cebu, is an example of a jeepney decked out in corporate logos.  I’m quite sure that Panasonic and Michelin did not pay for the advertising.  (Pictured in the foreground is Ana’s unoccupied carseat.)

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Monday, September 22, 2008

No Longer on the Menu

Yesterday I was reminiscing with another former New Yorker who has returned to Cebu and her husband—a frequent visitor to New York.  What were both of us missing about New York?  The food, of course.  She misses the burgers.  As do I.  Donovan’s in Woodside.  For her it was Joe’s Pizza.  For me, Lombardi’s.  Her husband mentioned the bagels—something that just can’t be replicated. (I think it has something to do with the water in New York).  This led me to dream about bagels last night—all different varieties of bagels.  Onion, Everything, Sesame Seed, etc.  We also jointly yearn for good Thai and Vietnamese food which is surprisingly inauthentic and bland (the word is fusion) here considering how close we are to Thailand and Vietnam.  Of course, I don’t expect to ever find a real New York-style corned beef on rye here.  Being raised on excellent delicatessen food such as that found at Corky and Lenny’s, I could never bring myself to eat the canned corned beef that people eat here.  Yech.

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Friday, September 12, 2008

In the Mail

It’s amazing how getting one piece of personal, old-fashioned snail mail can brighten my mood. I was a little down this morning, but when I arrived at the office, I got a card in the mail from my dad—a hand-written message from the other side, if you will. Because sometimes I feel like I’ve landed on another planet or in another time, and these small measures that put me in touch with my former home, my former life, go a long way.

I’ve also had a special relationship with the mail. That sounds a bit strange I know. But, really, when I was a kid and a teenager I used to order a ton of stuff through mail-order, mostly music related. Every day when I’d come home from school the first thing I’d do was check if anything came for me. I used to have some long distance pen pals way back—one from Seattle and one from Denmark. Then, when I got older and was living on my own, people were no longer corresponding through the mail, and all I would get from my daily trips to the mailbox was bills, junk mail and catalogs. Occasionally I would get a package—a book, a CD maybe, some running gear, something bought on eBay. Sometimes someone would send a postcard. These were always pleasant surprises.

But here in Cebu, I rarely get any mail from anyone or anywhere. I don’t get any bills (except for a few online) which I’m totally fine with. (Actually, my last few years in the States I received and paid almost all bills online in an effort to reduce clutter and paper consumption and check writing, etc.) But I don’t really get any junk mail either. We don’t have an address at home so I think all our mail goes to one of the offices. But rarely does any come to me. Who knows I’m here? I’m not really complaining about the lack of junk mail, but I do miss that ritual of getting the mail and having something every day, and the smallest possibility that there may be something worthwhile in the day’s mail.

And I have doubts about the reliability of Phil Post, the Philippine postal service. I was surprised and amazed that the postmark on my dad’s card was 29 August, meaning it only took two weeks to get here from Arizona. I just sent my absentee ballot application the other day, so hopefully that will get to Kew Gardens, NY just as quickly.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Gazuntheit

I’ve noticed that people here don’t really say “Bless You” when someone sneezes. No matter how forceful the sneeze usually draws no reaction. This is surprising as it is a religious country and the “Bless You” implies that God blesses you. Although, it’s not really a religious thing; it’s a courtesy thing. I’m just used to hearing it in the States even when a complete stranger is the sneezer.

I for one still offer a “Bless You” when I hear a sneeze. I just can’t help myself.  Some people appreciate it and others just ignore it.  Perhaps only priests are allowed to offer any kind of blessing here.

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Sunday, August 24, 2008

Watch What You Wear?

Sometimes I wish I had a camera with me, but unfortunately I rarely do.  Take yesterday for example.  We were at SM Mall.  I was waiting for Aya at the top of the staircase on the 3rd floor.  This family walks by—a young mother with three little kids.  I noticed one of them had a familiar symbol on his t-shirt.  One that you might have seen in Nazi Germany.  I was taken aback.  Then I remember a few months ago seeing a swastika grafitied on the wall somewhere.  I was surprised then as I was yesterday.  There are few Jews in the Philippines and probably not too many white supremacists.  I was told by a family member that it doesn’t really mean anything here like it does in the U.S. or Europe.  Just a symbol.  It has no deeper meaning here.

But this t-shirt that the kid in the mall was wearing went further than just a symbol.  It had a rather large swastika accompanied by the words “WHITE POWER.”   Actually kind of funny when you consider that the wearer of this shirt was not in fact white.  I don’t really think Hitler or Adolf Eichmann would have had a special place in their hearts for Filipinos as they are typically neither blond nor blue eyed.  What made this even more amusing was the fact that this kid could not have been more than five years old.  And his mother?  Completely oblivious, I have to assume.  Where did they buy this shirt?  Probably at a second hand store somewhere in Cebu.  It’s really amazing.  I don’t think anyone else in this country pays attention to the message on others’ t-shirts.  No one else was staring at this kids’ back with their mouth agape.  Wear that shirt in a mall in the States and you’d have a problem on your hands.  But I guess a shirt is just an article of clothing here.  This is certainly not the first time a t-shirt has caught my eye here, but it is certainly the most memorable one.

Thank God I’m so curious obsessive about tiny details; otherwise, I’d have nothing to write about.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Rainy Season

Shit, it rains hard here!!!  Like right now.  It started with a trickle than abruptly shifted to a downpour.  And often it comes without any warning.  The other day I was awoken from my slumber by the sound of pounding precipitation on our windows.  Even at that hour, and still in a jetlagged state, I realized I had to close all the windows in the kitchen.  And then I realized, like an idiot I left my running shoes outside to dry as they were wet from sweat.  When I went to bed the night before, I didn’t really consider the possibility that it might rain during the night.  But now I know never to do that again because the weather can turn quickly here.  Especially during the rainy season, which apparently started sometime while we were away.  Not too crazy about rain and this is my first experience with the rainy season.  I hope that even if it rains a bit every day it won’t be all day long.  So far, it hasn’t been too bad.  At least I’m at work now so I don’t care much if it rains while I’m stuck in the office.  Don’t mind at all if it rains while I’m sleeping either as long as my clothes aren’t outside and the rain doesn’t come inside.

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