The owner of the house along Bara-as Street in Iligan City might have envisioned her or his house as a beautiful structure built from the sweat from long hours of work in a foreign land and several years of being away from family and homeland. She or he could have thought of that house as the ultimate reward for the sacrifices made abroad.
Named after the city that also got its name from the so-called Father of Philippine National Language, QCinema helped in the production of films with anti-colonial undertones and with characters speaking in languages of the regions. Preceding the historical setting of all the other films, Balangiga: Howling Wilderness happens in the Samar of the early 1900s, telling the journey toward Quinapundan that starts with the boy Kulas, his Lolo (grandfather), their carabao Melchora and their pullet Salvi.
As I opened my migration class last week, I read a riveting quote by Isabel Wilkerson: “what I love about the stories of the Great Migration is that this is not ancient history; this is living history. Most people of color can find someone in their own family who had experienced a migration of some kind, knowing the sense of dislocation, longing, and fortitude.”
Farmer-scientist group Magsasaka at Siyentipiko para sa Pag-unlad ng Agrikultura or MASIPAG in the Science City of Muñoz warn against the Philippine Rice Research Institute’s (PhilRice) renewed push to open field test and feed test of Golden Rice.
While the linguistic map of Mindanao is now largely Cebuano, the Mindanao islands are still very linguistically diverse
One of the perks of going back to student life is having more time to read more books, something that, contrary to popular assumption, isn’t always true if you’re a full time teacher. Another perk is that you get great suggestions from your teachers, sometimes of books that you haven’t heard of before or had previously been inaccessible. Call me a nerd, but this is all very exciting to me.
Contrary to the default assumption articulated by thankful voice-over phantoms prior cinema screenings, I do not consider myself a movie patron, due to my moderate attention to the local scene. Binge-watching through a film festival has not been my usual practice, as an irregular viewer of no film or two every other Cinemalaya.
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The city has a place in our political imagination. We associate it with progress, wealth, civility and modernity. The imagination is so strong that it drives everyone to move from one place to another until the city is reached. The city to some extent has become the imagined community, the imagined place of utopian dream.