“The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly—yes, and this is also very good, and I like it a lot, I also very much agree with this, that this what is one man’s treasure and wisdom always sounds like foolishness to another person.” ― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha
With the explosion of Information Technology, the amount of misinformation and disinformation multiplied since it can now be shared and distributed worldwide with just a click on the keyboard. And it remains in cyberspace, perhaps forever. Seemingly innocuous information could easily pass for facts.I just saw on the Internet such misinformation about my father. Actually,… Continue reading Misinformation, Disinformation, or Lack of Research ?
August 3, was the death anniversary of my father, Macapanton Abbas, Sr. I was just 5 and a half years old when he passed away, so I don't really know much about him, esp. when he was a young man. For whatever I remember of him, he was already an old man. He was already… Continue reading Portrait of My Father as a Young Man
While browsing the 'Net, I came upon an article by Emmanuel Dooc for his Telltales column in the Business Mirror newspaper. It is titled: ‘Wenceslao Q. Vinzons: The Hero the Nation Forgot’ He described Vinzons as "the biggest political thorn on the side of President Manuel L. Quezon during the pre-war years?" He wrote that… Continue reading Vinzons, the Young Philippines Party and my father
April 4 is the birthday of my late mother, Hadja Sitti Rahma Yahya - Abbas. Sometime ago, one of the news talk shows of ANC (ABSCBN News Channel) featured young Moros and labeled them as “Modern Muslims.” For some people, modern means young. Yet the young could be very old-fashioned, dogmatic and narrow-minded. There are… Continue reading My Mother and The First “Modern” Moro Women
Postprandial Musings, 2.0 