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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Sharing Hinohara

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SISTER Susan’s two emails that came days apart served as one curt reminder that I have been on a long hiatus from blogging on this site.
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Months before, my attempts to blog in my acerbic best on another site made me feel like a fugitive on an endless run -- in every entry were subtle lines to cover up my tracks, what with figurative hound dogs, real and imagined, prying loose, sniffing as to what those IP numbers that my DSL connect generates are attached to which Mac address. Understand that political blogs invite political blags.

Da sister’s inspirational/informative forwarded emails pulled my political-blogging adrenalin down. “You can’t change the world – here, change yourself” might as well be the (in)direct message of the many like-emails that have landed in my besieged inbox. Not to delete them is to acknowledge the sender(s); to read one in full is to admit a priori “good read” by presumption of any sender’s good intentions, in this case, da sister’s.

Though a catholic nun like my own oldest sister T., sis Susan’s forwarded emails hint of her careful choice of what to forward and to whom. Rare were “send-this-to-seven-or-eleven...or-else / God-is-this-and-that…and-this-again” chain emails that can readily be tagged under “religious bigotry” category.

Instead, da sis admirably wastes no cyber space to send messages about health and old age (old age!?). Like this one:
“At the age of 97 years and 4 months, Shigeaki Hinohara is one of the world's longest-serving physicians and educators. He has published around 150 books since his 75th birthday, including one, "Living Long, Living Good", that has sold more than 1.2 million copies.” It's wonderful to live long,” Hinohara affirms, as he encourages others to live a long and happy life, explaining:

* Energy comes from feeling good, not from eating well or sleeping a lot.
* All people who live long, none are overweight.
* Always plan ahead.
* If one must retire, it should be a lot later than 65.
* To stay healthy, always take the stairs and carry your own stuff.
* When a doctor recommends you take a test or have some surgery, ask whether the
doctor would suggest that his or her spouse or children go through such a procedure. Contrary to popular belief, doctors can't cure everyone. So why cause unnecessary pain with surgery.
* Science lumps us all together, but illness is individual.
* Pain is mysterious, and having fun is the best way to forget it.
* Don't be crazy about amassing material things.
* Life is filled with incidents.
* Share what you know.

97 is not the old age I aim to reach. Tongue-in-cheek, I say 96 will do. Like 69 though posed backwards, 96 spells sex-y, too. 69 is probably the age when you start to turn your back on your partner even before your snoring trip to dreamland commences, that is, if you still have a partner by then.

Unintended perhaps, this blog does what the last bullet in the foregoing email excerpt suggests: Share what you know. “What you know” means not the superstitious or metaphysical kind, neither the bigot-ilyo ones, if you get my drift. And surely, the 97-year old Japanese doc walks his talk – by sharing/publishing his (practical, objective, not unscientific) thoughts, which for sure were subsequently cut-and-pasted in forwarded emails and/or echoed in blogs, justifiably.

Such is how information on the net should be sieved, I believe, even before the brains of Pedro or Petra, John or Jane, Yoko or Okoy, begin to process a piece of any info, if it ever finds a code in any server’s command lines to be delivered all the way to unsuspecting inboxes of Okoy et.al.

Again, da sister’s forwarded Hinohara was like a whiff of fresh air for this blogger, who, months ago, punctuated this site with a depressing old news about the apparent painless suicide of Simon’s most peculiar man. Now, this blogger had just mustered enough comic guts to speak humorously(?) about life and death in yet another "punctuation."