Changes Around Here

I’m trying to integrate this blog a bit more with my main portfolio site, which means some changes to the layout, and to the navigational structure. I’m still working out some of the kinks, and in the meantime, there may be a few hiccups.

On the plus side, I hope this’ll mean that I’m spending a bit more time over here. For the past year, I’ve been in a full-time magazine position that doesn’t allow me to freelance. I haven’t had any legal restrictions against maintaining a personal blog, but it’s been hard to find the time or motivation, especially since so much of what I blog about has always stemmed from research or travels connected to freelance projects.

I’m happy to report that my current contract will be ending July 4 (appropriate, nu?) and with it restrictions against freelancing. So I hope to be around here a bit more.

Still Here

Still in California, Still Alive.
There’s just something about grad school that kills my urge to write.
Ocean Beach
But I’ll be traveling a lot in the upcoming months. A research trip to DC in November, a short family visit to Utah in early December, and then an indefinite relocation to Southeast Asia. So here’s hoping life gets a little more interesting.

The first completed clip…

I haven’t been posting lately, largely because I’ve been holed up working on the tax collectors project.
Here’s one clip from the project, which shows tax strike leader Abdel Qader Nada explaining some of the conditions that pushed real estate tax collectors to launch a (successful!) strike last year.

This video, along with about a dozen others, will be embedded into a multimedia presentation illustrating the history of the strike, and the subsequent formation of the first independent labor union Egypt has seen in 50 years.


Egyptian Tax Collectors: Working Conditions from Isabel Esterman on Vimeo.

For more background information on the Tax Collectors, check out the blog of Hossam, who I’ve been working with.

File this under “apologizing for not posting more.”
I’ve recovered from being ill, but I’m still scrambling to get caught up on work.  (I’m running around so much I’ve started referring to my apartment as my “alleged home.”)

Still from an audio slideshow about Jack London Aquatic Center’s crew team for Oakland girls.

I’m working on a JSchool project to launch a community news site for North Oakland, which is sucking up a lot of my energy right now. When we get the site launched, I’ll start linking to articles, and some of my multimedia pieces about Oakland will start seeing the light of day.
In the meantime, I’ll post when I can, and even if I’m not blogging, I do upload photos to flickr pretty frequently.

Flying.

Kicking it old-school with Dr. Cullinane in the VIP lounge at Cebu-Mactan airport.

Sadly, here in Manila, where I’m waiting for my flight to Jakarta, the accommodations are a bit more basic. But I can’t win every time.

It’s been a short & sweet visit to Manila. Catching up with friends, visiting archives and libraries here, and making arrangements for my longer stay next month. Not overly much to report. (The greatest excitement for me was the scandalously cheap prices at the National Historical Institute. Their press once published bound collections of materials from the Spanish period, but hardly anyone here reads Spanish anymore, so they practically give them away. I returned to my friend’s in Mandaluyong laden with rare books from the 1930s and ’40s, laughing about how their patrimony was being sold to foreigners for a few hundred pesos.)

I’m still working with my images and recordings from Zamboanga, and I’ll try posting a few little slideshows in the next days, pending broadband availability..

Twitter

I tend to be a lot better about updating this thing while I’m traveling and actually have anything of interest to report, but in just a few days I’ll be heading to a part of the world where internet access can often be tricky. Internet cafes (and sometimes even cafes with WiFi) are easy to find in big cities like Manila or Jakarta, but while I’m in transit or out in villages, it can be nearly impossible.

Since there seems to be a direct correlation between times when I don’t have internet access and times when I’m doing something that is likely to cause people to worry if I disappear for days on end, I’ve gone ahead and signed up for a twitter account. This will allow me to send brief updates by text message from just about anywhere — Southeast Asia’s cellular phone infrastructure is much more developed than the US’s, and I’ve been able to get reception in some surprisingly remote places. If you have a twitter account, or sign up for a free one, you can add me as a contact and get updates sent to your phone; if you don’t, you can still check in via the “twitter updates” box in the sidebar, or by going to http://twitter.com/isafrancesca

For now, there’s nothing there, as my updates would be along the lines of “trying to shove possessions in boxes. they do not fit” or “suspending magazine subscriptions” and I really hope I haven’t yet descended to that level. But as soon as I get a Philippine sim card for my phone, and have a chance to link the new number to my account, I’ll start using it to let people know that my plane hasn’t crashed, my head is still attached, and I haven’t yet starved to death.

Meanwhile…

These past few weeks have been incredibly busy. On top of all the usual nonsense, I have to get ready for my trip to Southeast Asia, I’m going to be presenting a paper at a grad student conference at Cornell in March, and I’m spending a lot of time trying to persuade people to let me take their pictures.

As part of my preparations for going to Thailand and Burma, I decided to be sensible for a change and take adequate health precautions, so I went to the clinic yesterday to get all of my shots. I feel poked full of holes, have a lingering soreness in my left arm (Hep A) and can barely lift my right arm (tetanus and polio). I also have live typhoid (in therapeutic quantities) sitting in my fridge. Irritatingly, it has to be kept refrigerated, and has to be taken two hours after and one hour before eating — so it will sit there until I can get organized enough to come home to my refrigerator before I’m so hungry I’m about to pass out. Could be a while.

I’m working on two new photo projects as well. One is a multimedia piece about flamenco in the Bay Area, and the other a photo essay on gender and gender politics. I’ve always been pretty comfortable with asking strangers if I can photograph them, but working on more in-depth projects requires a much higher level of access to people’s lives, so it’s an interesting challenge. It’s good for me, though, to have work to do that requires going out and interacting with people, instead of just holing up in the library or my room.

I’m also revisiting my paper on the Rizal Morga to present at Cornell. There are a few things that should be improved, but mostly I’m just trying to condense it.

This has really turned into a list here, but I wanted to put up something. I think this will be my first “apologizing for not posting more” post in a while.

My most disjointed post ever…

“Like many people, I started blogging out of an urgent need to procrastinate” –Alex Ross, in the New Yorker, Oct. 22
While I’ve been distracted by other things:

The Glorietta blast has been ruled, officially now, an accident. I’m still not sure what to think. And I also can’t quite help being suspicious about the timing. Though only confirmed in the past days, the initial declaration of this revised assessment came October 24, after an emergency meeting of the National Security Council at Malacanang that also led to a rapprochement between Arroyo and Speaker of the House Jose de Venicia Jr. Convenient, as usual.

I’ve finally taken the plunge and purchased a computer which should, I feel it’s reasonable to hope, work properly. I eagerly await the return of the hyphen, zero, underscore and close parenthesis to my writing.

I’ve been going through a lot of my old {and recent} photographs, and will start putting them up on flickr, though probably not until my new machine has arrived. I will put up a link when it’s available.

Some previews, chosen more at less at random on the theme of “ruined buildings”:

Ruins of Tito’s mansion in Mostar, Bosnia i Herzegovina, 2002 {destroyed by war}

El Forat de la Vergonya, Barcelona, 2003{destroyed by gentrification}

Oh, I am so bad.
Looks like I’m back to posting about how I don’t ever post.
School seems to do this to me.
What can I say? By and large, I find what I’m doing in school interesting. Which is why I’m here. But it doesn’t make for great narrative. As in — I actually spent a fair chunk of my day in a very involved discussion about how to best diagram the fluid and variegated nature of the plural society that existed (according to some, but not all scholars) in the Burma Delta in the early twentieth century.
Actually though, today was a rather more interesting day than usual. I had the opportunity to have lunch with Zainah Anwar, the executive director of Sisters in Islam a feminist group based in Malaysia. Apart from offering a very interesting vision of Islam, one that manages to be both iconoclastic and devout, she was a fun person to get to hang out with for a bit. I am planning to write a profile of her for a class assignment, so more on her later.
I also had the chance to attend a screening of Agent Orange: A Personal Requiem by Masako Sakata, a visiting scholar from Japan at the J School. Her husband, an American Vietnam veteran, took ill and died, quite suddenly, at the age of 54. Masako’s search for insight into the underlying causes of his death pointed increasingly to his exposure to Agent Orange during the Vietnam War. Eventually, her own personal quest to survive his death led Masako to travel throughout Vietnam, meeting Vietnamese villagers who suffer from diseases they believe are caused by the dioxin in Agent Orange, and whose children suffer from horrible birth defects, even 3 generations after the war.
It was a difficult film to watch — lots of long, lovingly shot cuts of terribly deformed children — but very moving, especially because Masako’s personal journey is so much a part of the story.
Unfortunately, the film is unlikely to get much distribution in the U.S., but keep an eye out for it.
…And now that I’ve cracked the guilt barrier about posting, perhaps I’ll be writing more.

War on Terror, Reign of Terror

So, the reason I haven’t been doing this lately, apart from the usual reasons, is that blogger now requires you to sign up for an account with Google to sign in. I finally did it, just now, and it took about ten seconds, but that proved to be enough of a barrier to keep me away for a few months.
I’m feeling a bit more motivated to try and start posting again, because I’ll be finished with school in a week, and, I hope, having a bit more going on, at least for the summer. I’ll be heading out to the East Coast for the first few weeks of June, making a brief pit-stop back in Madison, mailing myself and all my belongings out to San Francisco, and then jetting off to the Philippines.
Among other things, I’m hoping to work on a few articles about how U.S. policy on the “War on Terror” is affecting the Philippines. I’ve spent the past year doing research on the resurgence of human rights abuses under President Arroyo (several human rights groups have said that 2006 was the worst year since the fall of Marcos…and 2007 isn’t looking a whole lot better). One of the themes that I keep running into is how the War on Terror facilitates this trend, in a number of ways. It’s largely forgotten, but in the early days of the War on Terror, the Southern Philippines, home to alleged Al Qaeda affiliate Abu Sayyaf, was considered one of the prime targets of anti-terror efforts. Throughout, Arroyo has been one of the U.S.’s staunchest allies (despite pulling out of Iraq), ensuring that the Bush administration will block any attempts, within the U.S. or the U.N. to sanction Arroyo for her human right’s record. Furthermore, the New People’s Army (communist guerillas that have been running an unsuccessful insurgency, concentrated in the North, especially Luzon, since 1969), has been officially listed as a terrorist organization. Essentially, what this has meant is that the United States gives Arroyo unstinting support (politically and financially) to fight terrorism, which Arroyo has been taking advantage of to crack down on the left (legal/reformist and revolutionary) in Central Luzon.
My apologies for all the parentheses.
In any case, it’s an interesting (to me at least) aspect of the War on Terror — the corrosive effects on all countries involved in it. There are also some pretty interesting parallels to the support the United States (even under Jimmy “the Carter Doctrine” Carter) gave to the Marcos regime during the Cold War.
I’m not planning to go to Basilan and get beheaded, but I am hoping to use contacts in the safe areas of Mindanao to get a local perspective on how the conflict is playing out in the South, and also to spend a week or two in Manila and Central Luzon to research the legislative aspects (there’s a new anti-terrorism bill) and the social costs of the Philippines’ involvement.
Once I get back from the Philippines, I’ll have a few weeks to decompress and find a place to live before I start school in Berkeley at the end of August. Perhaps, somewhere in there, I’ll take a lesson on how to have a vacation.
I’m excited though.
All I need to do is figure out how to get through two major paper revisions and a ruin-my-weekend 16-page take-home final by the end of next week, and everything’ll be great.