Thursday, May 7, 2009

We'll Go Bobo Mode

NO MORE NEWLY IMPORTED BOOKS IN THE PHILIPPINES


In the last few months, the importation of books into the Philippines has virtually stopped. The reason why is explained in this article by Robin Hemley, a University of Iowa creative writing professor currently on a fellowship in the Philippines.

If you have no time to read the article, the essence is that the Bureau of Customs has decided to impose duties on the importation of books into the Philippines.

This, despite the 1950 Florence Agreement on the Importation of Educational, Scientific and Cultural Materials (which you can see here), which the Philippines ratified in 1979. The preamble of the agreement states: "Considering that the free exchange of ideas and knowledge and, in general, the widest possible dissemination of the diverse forms of self-expression used by civilizations are vitally important both for intellectual progress and international understanding, and consequently for the maintenance of world peace...", an indisputable proposition.

Here's an excerpt from Robin Hemley's article:

...Over coffee one afternoon, a book-industry professional (whom I can't identify) told me that for the past two months virtually no imported books had entered the country, in part because of the success of one book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. The book, an international best seller, had apparently attracted the attention of customs officials. When an examiner named Rene Agulan opened a shipment of books, he demanded that duty be paid on it.

The importer of Twilight made a mistake and paid the duty requested. A mistake because such duty flies in the face of the Florence Agreement, a U.N. treaty that was signed by the Philippines in 1952, guaranteeing the free flow of "educational, scientific, and cultural materials" between countries and declaring that imported books should be duty-free. Mr. Agulan told the importer that because the books were not educational (i.e., textbooks) they were subject to duty. Perhaps they aren't educational, I might have argued, but aren't they "cultural"?

No matter. With this one success under their belt, customs curtailed all air shipments of books entering the country. Weeks went by as booksellers tried to get their books out of storage and started intense negotiations with various government officials.

What doubly frustrated booksellers and importers was that the explanations they received from various officials made no sense. It was clear that, for whatever reason—perhaps the 30-billion-peso ($625 million) shortfall in projected customs revenue—customs would go through the motions of having a reasonable argument while in fact having none at all.

Customs Undersecretary Espele Sales [My rather crude note: we should let her taste the wrath of books; i recommend every death ever written to be inflicted upon her] explained the government's position to a group of frustrated booksellers and importers in an Orwellian PowerPoint presentation, at which she reinterpreted the Florence Agreement as well as Philippine law RA 8047, providing for "the tax and duty-free importation of books or raw materials to be used in book publishing." For lack of a comma after the word "books," the undersecretary argued that only books "used in book publishing" (her underlining) were tax-exempt.

"What kind of book is that?" one publisher asked me afterward. "A book used in book publishing." And she laughed ruefully.

I thought about it. Maybe I should start writing a few. Harry the Cultural and Educational Potter and His Fondness for Baskerville Type.

Likewise, with the Florence Agreement, she argued that only educational books could be considered protected by the U.N. treaty. Customs would henceforth be the arbiter of what was and wasn't educational.

"For 50 years, everyone has misinterpreted the treaty and now you alone have interpreted it correctly?" she was asked.

"Yes," she told the stunned booksellers. [OH, THE GALL OF THIS CREATURE!]

Throughout February and March, bookstores seemed on the verge of getting their books released—all their documents were in order, but the rules kept changing. Now they were told that all books would be taxed: 1 percent for educational books and 5 percent for noneducational books. A nightmare scenario for the distributors; they imagined each shipment being held for months as an examiner sorted through the books. Obviously, most would simply pay the higher tax to avoid the hassle.

Distributors told me they weren't "capitulating" but merely paying under protest. After all, customs was violating an international treaty that had been abided by for over 50 years. Meanwhile, booksellers had to pay enormous storage fees. Those couldn't be waived, they were told, because the storage facilities were privately owned (by customs officials, a bookstore owner suggested ruefully). One bookstore had to pay $4,000 on a $10,000 shipment.

The day after the first shipment of books was released, an internal memo circulated in customs congratulating themselves for finally levying a duty on books, though no mention was made of their pride in breaking an international treaty.

Please forward this or disseminate this in any way you can, in the name of reading.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I Now Know

I could have answer that text message.

I could have called.

I could have charge that fucking phone.

I could have thought beyond running from a day of work.

I could have done something.

But time made it happen and i will never understand the reasons; time won't heal it; time can never be brought back.

So fry my mind. I don't want to remember.

Free me. I want to stop thinking.

Kill me. I want to go to sleep.

Forgive me. Let's move on.

Lilipas din to diba??

Thursday, January 29, 2009

YUKI

Meet the newest member of our family. He's a 2 months old Japanese Spitz named as Yuki (snow).


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Monday, December 15, 2008

CONCEP rock on xmas party: THE ROCKERS

The entire arkitektos are tight. Tighter than what's tight for you. Yes! That we always argue; that we comment on everything about each other; that we can talk about anything, even nasty things anytime and anywhere?; at minsan nagmumurahan narin kame. We also have an adopted member in the department, si Eli, na nagooffice sa tabi ng mga kalat at mga stocks ng room namen. Haha! So there.The photos are taken at the office while waiting for transpo and at the venue.(right click then view image to enlarge photos)


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Sunday, December 14, 2008

CONCEP rock on xmas party

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We had our Christmas party last December 11. There's nothing spectacular about the event but the nice thing is we had accumulated enough money for our own night out.

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THE THIRD AND SECOND PLACERS.

We (with Jun) were the second placer. Shempre! I tried to stop them from making me do crazy stuffs they never thought i am capable of. Pero, I am so sorry for myself. Aun! aun nalang. Buti nlng di na- video kase low batt and no body took pictures kase masyado ata silang na-amaze? or na-shock? WATEVER.hehe.


Thursday, December 4, 2008

SCRAPPED

We thought we just have to show schematics (for the first meeting) of a club that will be built in CamSur Watersports Complex that rendering the model was just something for pa-cute sake. However, it turned out that the client wanted a well-done, realistic, picture-like looking output. So, all these were scrapped.






It didn't hurt a bit throwing all my efforts away though. Eh kase, kelan ko pa maeexperience gumawa nito? Hehe.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Red and Blue Marks, How did you know?

Assume that i blog regularly as in everyday- regularly while reading this. These are random thoughts coming out from my mind that is nearly signing off.

It's already pass one in the morning and I' m still awake. So, for sure my time in for tomorrow will be in red marks again. Yes, again and somehow I wish it won't be forever but then I can only wish. And yes, red prints and blue prints on time cards because the office already had BAND- how do you spell that?- DIE, BAND- THE?? clock. Watever.It was so funny that after 16 years they've given up the honesty policy logging in. And some people know why, and don't look for that entry in here again. I removed it because I shouldn't have known that anyway. But I'm not bothered at all about the marks. Maybe if I am to compute my working days last week, I can stay home for this entire week and i still get the quarter of my month's pay or even more. The point is I am tired and this whole i-am-working thing is making my life monotonous. Hay... nakakasawa.

On the other hand, it's nice meeting Nicasio's friend Jan. For me he resembles Julius, but Jan said Julius resembles him. O well, sige na nga pagbigyan na ang halimawa na cum laude ng MBB. Haha! Funny guy.

And there's this one thing. I thought of moving out. Like i was already getting new stuffs little by little, computing my savings, planning for this entire moving out event like where, when, how and the WHY. Then kapow! My brother told his teacher that he need not to attend a special Mathematics seminar which the whole class is attending because I can teach him anyway. The stone didn't hit my head. It's not even a stone. It's a cold hand pushing through my chest and crumping my heart like a piece of scratch paper. yes, scratch paper like it has no worth. Hay...his heart is aching, i know, more than my heart aches these past days.

So at the end no ones moving out. And the point of all these? Ewan ko nanaman. When i am asked how's work and i reply that it's ok, i realized that the ok does not pertain to work at all at most it pertains to the people that i am working with. Then, at home it seemed everything's alright but I think it's not. The world lies.