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I talked, Miriam College students listened, but I forgot to take pictures

(Photo was sourced from Wikipedia.org because some genius forgot to take a picture of the event)

(Photo was sourced from Wikipedia.org because some genius forgot to take a picture of the event)

In this job, I get to talk a lot.

But no one really listens to me.

Which is good.

After all, who wants to listen to the rants of someone like myself, a completely washed-out, middle-aged underachiever who always sounded like he was nursing a hangover?

No one, right?


Apparently, Arnold Tenorio–who, is by the way, a friend of mine–was interested in what I had to say. [See: Arnold Tenorio]

Except that he didn’t want me to talk about my bikes nor, for that matter, my angst, two subjects–besides financial journalism–which he already knew way too much of.

Arnold–the business editor of InterAksyon.com and a journalism teacher at Miriam College–wanted me to tell his students about my experiences of living and working in Tacloban. [See: InterAksyon, Drinking in Tacloban]

I agreed, provided certain conditions–that I don’t discuss sensitive and top-secret matters such as drinking in Tacloban–are met.

On Friday, July 25, I talked to some 50 students in his two classes, all in all.

Talking was the easy part.

Waking up before seven in the morning was–and always is–the most difficult. (For one thing, problems in life usually begin in the vertical position, Eddie Coffin, the lead character in Tibor Fischer’s The Thought Gang, says. “A horizontal position makes you more streamlined for life. Nearly all the trouble in life comes from standing up.”) [See: Fischer on Nieztche’s Dictum, The Thought Gang]

Fortunately, the urge to babble–incoherently and otherwise–defeated the fundamental desire to switch off the alarm clock and continue sleeping.

So off I went to Miriam College–on my bike, of course–and talked about the Institute of Climate and Sustainable Cities (iCSC), electric jeepneys, and the solar facility that will be soon opened in Tacloban, in that order. [See: iCSC]

The hybrid solar charging station may just be the first in Southeast Asia that will have two power sources, I said with confidence, much like someone who didn’t really know what he was talking about.

When it gets dark or if it rains, the facility will charge eJeepney batteries using geothermal energy by tapping into the provincial power grid, I added.

Before the eJeepneys will make their inaugural run, the eJeepney Transport Corp., an iCSC affiliate, will put up as much as 35 waiting sheds exclusively for eJeepneys across the city.

Why is this needed?

Simple: to instill a sense of discipline among the city’s commuters who all struggle to get a ride everyday, no thanks to typhoon Yolanda which damaged more than two-thirds of public utility vehicles. [See: Texting, Transport, and Tacloban]

Later, several students asked questions, indicating that they were interested in what I was saying.

This was something new to me–young people, all under 30, interested in stuff that came from the mouth of a drunken, much older, slacker.

I was so excited–and perhaps even amused–that I forgot to take pictures.

But I’m sure there’ll be a chance next time.

A student who said she belonged to the staff of the school paper asked for my business card.

She said she wanted me to talk about a topic that I supposedly know so well: journalism and writing.

Which now leads me to ask: Should I start charging fees for these engagements or is that still part of my job as iCSC’s official slacktivist?

Guess I better call my agent.

Meanwhile, since the invite for my next talk hasn’t arrived yet, it’s just talk.

Which, appropriately enough, is my favorite composition from the Pat Metheny Group. [See: It’s Just Talk, Pat Metheny Group]

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