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Two days ago I had in my mind a long rambling piece about rallies and passion and everything believing in something entails, and as it was in my mind it was witty and honest and brilliant and everything that needed to be said about the strike that was technically not a strike, and I'd actually have loved to write it, but I'm tired. Well. I'm not tired per se. I want to have several million other things to do and have them be more worth my while, I want to sleep and read and listen to music and write about Paolo Rossi (there's a thought that's never far away nowadays, no matter what else I'm doing) and the Italian national team of 1982, and thank goodness no one had asked me why I was socially aware, because I'm not and because if someone had I might have had to be honest. I don't know, well, it's not as if I had a choice in the matter. If I did I wouldn't be trying to dissect why I have a visceral response to people being no-holds-barred passionate about things. If giving a damn is a choice and not something you're going to do anyway then I'm sorry but you're doing it wrong. It would be easy if I wasn't of the mind that ninety per cent of heroes are just people who were never offered the right price, it would be fun if I were more idealistic than sensible, but. Oh well, can't have everything, et cetera.

Anyway, my congratulations to Orven Jules Dumaoang, Isabella Supnet, Allison Noel, and my bag for their respective debuts on national television. If someone says the words "edukasyon" or "karapatan" within my hearing for the next few days I just might throw up.