Not so current events.

During and post- interment family "unwinding."


Wonder of wonders. Whenever I'm in Manila, I suddenly lose interest in international politics.  Like now, Hilary Clinton is visiting Manila, and I just nod in remembrance that I have admired this Lady for a long time. I was rooting for her bid for the US Presidency during the last primary. 

Whatever happens to me in Manila that I lose touch with the outside world is explainable. Overload.

Too many relatives and loved ones who give attention to me and I give attention to.  Much food to ingest.

Too mess a traffic that eats time and robs you of moment to watch newscasts.  Too many Tagalog soaps that tie up the TV and prevent you from switching to CNN or BBC or lest you get choked by the other occupants of the house; or you yourself glance at "Sandino" from time to time. 

Then there's the useless but funny chit chat with siblings reminishing about childhood follies and life in the ancient times.  

And of course, you suddenly become enamored reading and watching about Erap, Gibo, Ate Glo, Chiz, Korina and Mar and Mr. Noynoy.  The sudden nationalismo makes you want to adopt dual citizenship. 

Then you hear music blasting out of the radio tuned in to DZRJ - music from the distant past of your teens and early adulthood - from the 70's and 80's: I Will Survive, Buttercup, You Know, Flying High, There's a Kind of Hush, more songs from the Beatles, Dave Clark Five, RJ and so on.  It's Manila memories all over.

So pardon me if I'm not interested in Wolf of CNN and Charles Gibson of ABC nor of Leno and Letterman

and Everybody Loves Raymond replays, and of Easy Rock radio in TO.

My current events now are not so current anymore.