Tom N Toms' Opening At Mabolo Cebu and The Problem Of Loneliness

Dear Cebuanos:

How are you? Welcome to Bisaya Short Films, where you can learn things like, how to be happy by watching cinema, such as movies of Dolphy and Lav Diaz. After reading, you will learn two things:

1. How Tom N Toms can help us Cebuanos be more compassionate and less hurtful to those who are different.

2. How you can help fellow Cebuanos become less sad and less depressed, especially after the news about bombing in Davao.

Let's start.

The other day we the Bloggers got invited for the launch of the Tom N Toms Coffee Shop at The Greenery in Mabolo, the one near Gallery, where Boosog restaurant is. Type "Tom N Toms Mabolo" on Google to locate the place. 

I liked the location of Tom N Toms because it's not in a mall, and I think I read from Jessica Zafra's reputable blog and Nicholson Taleb's books that congested malls can be harmful to society. 

It's encouraged not to spend too much time in malls. We have to diversify. We should spread out our time in different places, as Taleb's book suggested, for the benefit of our antifragile bodies. Click HERE to read more of his ideas. 

Thinking small is good because large things cause bigger damage. Duterte's federalism is based on this idea. Making homes and regions operate in a small scale lessens large-scale casualties and damages. 

Tom N Toms location seems inspired by this. It's away from the mall and provides competition for them, and we know that competition is good for the consumers as a whole. The more competition, the better the product. Tom N Toms gets this and they have my respect. And gratitude for letting us try their concoctions and drinks on the house. 

Also, their espresso is reliable for that needed caffeine fix, and I recommend you try their Strawberry Smoothie without cream and sugar because it can be the healthiest option to get there. Tom N Toms is also 24/7 all week; convenient for writers and students. (McDonald's Basak says they're 24/7 but on Sundays, they're closed)

Now how can Tom N Toms help us Cebuanos become more compassionate? By providing a venue for Cebuanos to talk. By providing another location for us to learn how we should try our hard to not say mean things to people because, just to err on the safe side, those people we say mean things to might be mentally unhealthy or depressed. Suicide is a number one cause of death.

Here are more ideas about this:

1. Go to Tom N Toms on a weekday. Everyone might be in crowded coffee shops in malls where seats are not guaranteed, but not you. You're comfortable. Now that you are, you can now read the ideas of David Foster Wallace while sipping a Tom N Toms latte to learn how to not say mean stuff to people who might cry and hurt themselves because of your words. Here's a sample of his ideas. Click HERE for more.

2. Go to Tom N Toms and click HERE to read the article from the reliable The Guardian entitled "Think loneliness is about single people looking for love? Think again" . It's about an elderly married couple in Italy that policemen visited because they were crying out loud from loneliness. Here's a sample:

the story of Jole and Michele suggests something else: a distinct kind of loneliness stemming not from the absence of significant others but from a feeling of disconnection with the wider world, a sense that you’re no longer part of something shared and human.

Visit Tom N Toms to nurture friendship, get healthier drinks, read ideas from David Foster Wallace and learn more of compassion.  A person's life might depend on how you hurt with your words.

To see what's inside Tom N Toms, click HERE.

Nagmahal nasaktan nagsulat sa Tom N Toms,
A Bad Richard


Culture in Cebu, Christians In Cebu

Dear Cebuanos:
If you want to go to a fashion show made for Jesu and God, then go to Reign Fashion Show. Then read David Foster Wallace for more lessons on how to be like Jesus Christ.

Movie Review of Camp Sawi and Active Vista International Film Festival

Dear Ara Chawdhry and People of Dakila and Camp Sawi:

If you need the song Arci Munoz sang at the end of Camp Sawi movie, then skip reading the article below and head on to the last part where the Youtube video is.

If you want to know how Camp Sawi with Active Vista is suggesting that people seek medical psychological help when they're depressed, read the article.

Active Vista reminds me of how Revolutionizing The Way We See Things can help rape victims see the blessing of their suffering.

And so I used the Active Vista's Truth X Imagination strategy to find genius in Viva Films' movie Camp Sawi, a movie I ignorantly presume to be something that Active Vista contrasts from and a movie that at face value might be labelled as "shallow, superficial or superfluous"

1. Camp Sawi is a comedy your family and friends can watch, with an acting performance and Filipino humor flavor that I believe any Cebuano audience will appreciate, unless they're unhappy.

But it's also an experimental cinema in that it presents us a social experiment of housing people who suffer from an addiction to drama, and steering them away from suicide thru absurd comedy, and the beauty of Cebuano beach the way Gosiengfiao's Temptation Island and Jon Krasinsky's Brief Inteviews with Hideous Men attempted to resolve the knee-jerk reactions of intelligence.

2. Camp Sawi is a comedy that, if you go beyond face value, will make you rethink, and detach from the thought of being victimized.

On the other hand, the movies I saw in Active Vista made me think that maybe the more revolutionary approach is how not to discriminate against movies that are supposedly made for money or movies that are just made for entertainment.

The challenge is for one to not go for the knee-jerk reaction and say things like, "That movie is dumb and is not deep and is not socially relevant."

The challenge is to find in movies like Camp Sawi a form of beauty, and a message that promotes human rights.

The challenge is not to be lured by the dangers, convolutions and pretensions of depth in socially relevant cinema that might have caused David Foster Wallace's and Robin Williams' suicide.

The challenge is to not attach meaning where there is none.

The challenge for Dakila is to find humor in the struggle for change in the same way that Camp Sawi's challenge is for its creators to be aware of the costs of being shallow.

The challenge is for Camp Sawi and Dakila's directors to have Skin In The Game in that they will, say, build a mechanism that if it's proven that the people who have seen their movies will become depressed by watching them, Camp Sawi and Active Vista will help pay for mental health medication because they contributed to the health hazard. Or something like that.

Movies in the Active Vista International Human Rights Film Festival seem to scream of importance in a culture where intellectuals can defend that Cat Videos are just as, if not more important than, a film covering poverty and human rights, especially after reading enough Postmodern Philosophy to see them that way.

The challenge of Active Vista is to accept that The Truth, after reading Nicholas Nassim Taleb, David Foster Wallace and Jessica Zafra's blog, is to embrace cosmic indifference, to remember that we're just teaching birds to fly, and that the reason Filipinos forget too easily is because it's in being in the constant present detached from time can one be happy.

If one can be happy, why would a sane Filipino stick to the past that makes one suffer?

P.S. You can watch the beautifully shot Camp Sawi at SM Seaside City Cinema. You might not have the same wonderful experience if you watch elsewhere.

Also, here's The Arci Song in Camp Sawi you're looking for and that you're playing in a loop a million timesh, probably harming yourself:

a bad richard


5 Solutions Problematic Bloggers Can Get From Watching Bo Burnham's Comedy Show "what."

Problem: You're a blogger who feeds on an audience. Not actual feeding, because that's cannibalism and is illegal in the Philippines. I think.

But you feed on an audience in that you want them to want you. Part of you needs them. Part of you hates them for needing them. And then part of you use them. You feel guilty because you might be wasting people's time with your ideas or you might be actually harming them with the ideas you think are helping them. 

You feel guilty because there's just so much consumer stuff in the Philippines, in Cebu City in particular, and every street in Colon has a billboard and flyer that appears to tell you that your sadness can be cured by just shopping or throwing away your money or eating your guts out until you get Diabetes in a resto that offers Unlimited Rice. And you feel guilty because your business is selling Chicken with Unlimited Rice.

You feel guilty because you're a vegan and you're scared of being a hypocrite, even if the idea of a "hypocrite" is being sold to you by people who make money from making people think they're hypocrites. "Being Perceived As Honest" is a commodity you buy, like a yogurt drink.

You feel guilty because no matter how much you try to tell people how to live their lives by being decent or by not cheating on their partners or by not using marijuana, you know that deep down there's actually no one concrete answer that can prove that cheating on someone is wrong.

You're horrified by the idea that there's no real right and wrong, and the law can just be ignored at a cost you can just circumvent if you know how to, and still you feel like you must do something.

You feel guilty because while you make tons of money with your blog's advertising tricks, you don't know the cost of your ideas.

Maybe somebody read your blog post the wrong way and now they're out there abusing people's rights because of your suggestion? Maybe the poverty situation is there because you advertise too much in your blog? Maybe the reason the internet is so slow and hurting people's feelings is because you upload high-quality videos and crisp photos of travels no one but you cares about?

You feel guilty because you review movies and you still download illegally.

You feel guilty because you complain against everyone who is not you and living not the way you want them to, and yet you still download movies illegally, and stealing from people's intellectual property.

You feel guilty because you write about food and shopping and books and commercialism and then there's an abominable flood situation in Cebu and part of it could come from the plastic bag trash in malls resulting from the absurd level of online advertising from which you're blog thrives. 

What do you do to not feel guilty?

Solutions: Digest Bo Burnham's Comedy

1. To reframe your guilt, maybe you can listen to Bo Burnham's jokes in his famous show above? Then think for probably two days about his ideas in the said video about:
  • The effect on your mental well-being of having always an audience to make you feel valued in such a way that you derive ultimate worth from external conditions
  • The effect of uploading so much "Videos and Pictures That Are Important" online in wasting electricity and internet bandwidth that might be causing our government and businesses' money that could've been spent on making sure Colon doesn't flood as much.
  • The effect of your blog posts in making big businesses richer and destroying opportunities for smaller businesses who can't afford advertising
  • The effect of your blog ideas and social media uploads in how much greed and envy you're generating from Cebuanos, causing them to drink and use marijuana more because they felt bed about not living the life you tried to show in your blog posts, even if you don't intend them to be jealous
  • The effect of your blog posts to the promotion of High-Cholesterol and Other Unhealthy Dishes that leads to Cebuanos having unhealthier diet, costing money from the taxpayers because when these Cebuanos go to government hospitals after eating too much Crispy Pata from the a restaurant you're blog is promoting, it's immediately the government's problem, right? 

2. Go to Bo Burnham's website by clicking HERE. And then go to the part of his website that shows his favorites, and you can watch there a video interview of David Foster Wallace reminding us how the business of entertainment and "Me First!" attitude might be the reason we have so many important people in our lives killing themselves.

3. Know how to not feel guilty by reading Eckhart Tolle's Power of Now because the book proved to me that in the right mindset configured mathematically in the book, I seem to be able to detach myself from the feeling of guilt and self-hatred that comes from a narcissistic, self-obsessed attachment to pain, which is a form of insanity, and something that I can escape from. Pain attachment and being imprisoned by the idea that "One Has To Feel Pleasure Every Time And Sacrifice Is For Religious People And I'm An Atheist And Reason Is King Even If I Know That The Reason I'm So Proud About Is Just As Religious As Religion If We Follow Albert Camus' Reasoning" is optional, and the book helped me be reminded with that, and now I've never been happier.

4. Quit blogging, Seriously. There's a book from Nicholson Taleb called Anti-fragility and one good story there is the Hydra Myth where a Hydra's head multiplies after you decapitate one, which means the Hydra increases a value after his head got hurt. I'm not saying you're a Hydra but if your blog is your head, and you cut it off, your happiness might increase. 

5. Go to jessicarulestheuniverse.com and then on the lower left is a Hotline Number that connects you to a Professional Listener who promises to help you in times of despair and existential crisis. Call the number now.

6. Forget everything that I said here and live your own.

Yours Truly,
A Bad Richard


5 Things About Everything That A Bisaya Learned From Stealing Tim Kreider's We Learn Nothing

1. We learn nothing.

2. We learn everything, but only a part of it. Okay that doesn't sound right. I don't think I agree with Kreider's thoughts on how we should just sever ties with people who are mentally sick or who drag us down and abuse our kindness to smut. But I don't think I have a good reason for my disagreement, other than denial.

3. We are like cats; we shun people who show their affection, we crawl towards them when it is deprived of us. Kreider had a line about our appreciation of life only when we're in the middle of a jungle and we're holding honey and a horde (or school? Bears like fish. Ergo, they ARE fish.) of bears lunge towards us.This is true, but I love bears, and if there's death, then I should just share it with them. I'm kidding, but not that part.

4. We Cebuanos should read his book because it mentions David Foster Wallace and James Salter, the two writers you should know more about because you're probably religious and you're probably so smart, you think Ferdinand Marcos is cool and that we should always ignore the street kids and we should always bullshit our friends with our brilliant lies.

5. We should believe in peak oil. That's right, bay. Mahurot ang oil gipanggamit for your Hummer and more genius cars. Tough shit, right? Now deal with it. If you're the genius kind, buy more iPhones and iPads and forget about other poor people's plight and enjoy life now, and who cares about the immorality of buying iPads professionally made by 8-year old kids when you know God is with you? God is with me God is with me God is with me. Me. Me. Me.


Dead Cat, Kafka On The Shore and The White Ribbon

Even if I almost immediately stared away from it I knew the cat was dead because its innards were gushed out of its body in a dried so-burnt-it-was-white kind of way. I also knew I had to look away from it because I keep photos of cats with funny captions from Cheezburger Network on my phone. My phone has actually no cellular connection so other than its look it really has nothing to do with being the usual communication gadget most people who didn't get the chance to learn the conflict mineral issue in Congo, have. The Congo issue basically says your cellphone parts are most likely mined and produced by raped little girls.

The dead cat reminded me of Haruki Murakami's Kafka On The Shore. Although the dead cat I saw was in certain degrees supposed to be more haunting because not only is no one certain who is most likely to blame for the cat's death, people around the lying cat on the road can't also seem to be bothered to even get it away from the streets so it won't be ran over again. For the third time. Or even none, since who is to say the cat wasn't hammered to blotches by a group of Cebuano twelve-year-olds who took literally Michael Haneke's White Ribbon?


Inside The Square

There was no one else sipping the shop's sipping hot chocolate specialty inside the square. Half to the brim was what I supposed to be the usual measure when you order a regular cup, which I don't consider fair considering its price. The mall is noisy, but not more than the usual volume one normally feels when it's some sort of holiday season you're too busy to be part in or if it's just regular mall Sundays. The view from where I'm sitting with my sipping hot chocolate's a general advantage. I could see here what might be deemed unseen in areas behind me. This could probably be a good time to learn what Ian Rankin meant by a Good Hanging.


Rankin's Black

Unfinished with reading Ian Rankin's Black and Blue by my bed, I went outside and stared at the stretch of man-made light. The patio's a minor mess; pieces of dried fish, a laundry hanger, rods made of nylon lining the pillars of this structure I've spent at least a month in. There are no interests to travel; only books offer the cleanest form of passing days. Inside the books are left near the window and prone to tearing from the rain outside.

The neighbor's house is queer because its second story has a door to a place that passes for a terrace but minus the floor and the railings that make it real.


Fixing The Door and The Usual Tiresome.

I finished taking a bath and went for the door to hang my towel. It was locked. From outside. Such was the case because the set-up of the locking system outside could lock people in just from simply closing the door. There was no panic, the thought of shouting resurfaced, but not enough to actually commence doing. My room's on the third floor; across, there were no people, at least no one I know, only a two-story building whose second one isn't halfway done. The floor became its roof.

I fixed it by forcing it open. There was no panic, an almost cry and tired shriek came out, but no more than that. No more than the usual tiresome, of course.

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