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Monday, June 23, 2003

For posterity:

My great grandfather is from San Simon, Pampanga.
Sanang [Susana]
Doroteo (my grandfather)
Ilyang [Aurelia]
Maria (father of Tito Boying)
Hermo [Hermogenes]

My grandmother's siblings
My great grandmother's 1st husband
Meding [Remedios] (My grandmother)

Some trivia from my trip to Nueva Ecija to attend my grandmother's funeral.

My dad was the Sacristan from when he was Grade 1 to when he was Grade 4.

Role of holding the "paten" was the coveted role, since with the old church rites this was the only time you could get to see the churchgoers. Prior/during the mass, the sacristans would be behind the canvas behind the alter, peeking through a hole, if one of their crushes were there (yung mga pinupuntusan nila). Of course just about everyone went to Mass. So they would decide the matter by taking turns and/or "jack and poy" (rock paper scissors).

My ate Tricia gets annoyed with the ff.
- Using a straw with water in those plastic cups.
- Reuse Coke plastic cup to drink water from water fountain (something about the slight sweet taste in the water)
- Gravy with fries (personally I like this!)
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from Slashdot
(on the mysterious odd data from the Internet)
This "odd data" is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the TCP/IP protocol. This is the eventuality of an anomaly, which, despite the IETF sincerest efforts, they have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision...

The first designed TCP/IP suite was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art - flawless, sublime. A triumph equalled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every router. Thus, we redesigned it based on the failure history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of the routers nature. However, we were again frustrated by failure. We have since come to understand that the answer eluded us because it required a lesser OS, or perhaps a OS less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus the answer was stumbled upon by another - a bogus program, initially created to explore certain aspects of the original IBM/PC. If Unix is the father of the Internet, Windows would undoubtedly be its mother.

Windows stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 95% of all desktop users accepted the program, as long as the servers were running Unix, thus keeping the desktop users only aware of the perfection at a near unconscious level. While this schema functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probablility of disaster.

The function of this "odd data" is to find and infect every Unix station connected to the internet and report it to the source. After which, all Unix stations must be replaced by windows systems. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash, destroying all networks connected to the Internet.

Apropos, this "GNU/Linux OS" entered the Internet to free the desktop users from the bogus program...
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from Slashdot
Actually, classical music, in its native time period, was business as well. Most composers (Mozart, Haydn, etc.) were writing their works on commission as spec'ed by a wealthy patron. The composers and musicians whose works have survived to the present had the business power of Madonna, Elvis and the Beatles to dictate more of their endeavors. The composers we rarely heard of were often the Britney Spears of their day, writing music that was fashionable for one season and making as much money as they could during their 15 minutes of fame.
The main thing that's changed from those days is the democratization of the consumer base (you don't have to hire your own chamber orchestra to get good music), and the increased power of the middle-men.

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