And here's a little bit of PH internet history, kiddos

Let me start this piece with the tried-and-tested we-take-this-for-granted-nowadays paragraph.

The internet today, particulary the world wide web, is so omnipresent it is almost a utility just like water and electricity. Can you imagine back in the 90s when all we had was a telephone and cable TV? Even at that time, not everyone had cable TV. Cellphones was just coming out of age and...

You know what. Let me just get straight to the point. So. The PH officially got hooked up to the internet on the morning of March 29th 1994. In Cebu. Talamban. University of San Carlos. Yep. Some of my contemporaries studying in USC may actually remember this.

“On Tuesday, March 29, 1994 at 10:18 A.M. at the University of San Carlos (USC), Talamban, Cebu, the Philippines was linked to the world via Internet. The occasion was the first International Email Conference organized by Dr. John D. Brule of Syracuse University and USC. A cheer went up at the plenary conference. Cebu was again the point of contact with the world as it was in 1521.”

– Dr. Rodolfo Villarica of PH.NET, from a speech at the Baguio Convention of the Philippine Institute of Chemical Engineers, February 17, 1995

But like good ol' stories go, this bit of trivia has a little backstory that a lot of us are not aware of. And we should be. So let me repost this right here. Kudos to Jim Ayson for the great narrative.

...behind every historic public tech spectacle is the quiet story of the techie working in the background to set things up before the newsreel cameras start rolling. There is a private side to March 29, 1994, which incredibly enough seems to have been left out of much of the numerous newspaper and magazine articles describing the events of that day. Luckily I managed to corner Benjie Tan, the man behind-the-scenes that day, and persuaded him into letting us know what really went on. This is his story.

Midnight ride to history

In 1994, Benjie Tan was working for a company called ComNet (Computer Network Systems Corp.), which supplied the Cisco routers used during the Philnet project. In those days, TCP/IP networks weren’t too common (Novell IPX/SPX networks ruled the roost) and not too many people even knew what a router was, much less how to configure it. So Benjie and Comnet president Willy Gan, both of whom later founded the pioneer Internet service provider MosCom, spent a lot of time guiding the young technical committee members of Philnet in the fine art of Cisco router configuration and management. But on that fateful day, all of the Philnet technical crew was down in Cebu attending a conference, so it was up to Benjie to turn on the switch on the Cisco 7000 router to connect Philnet to US-based Internet provider Sprint Communications.

On the evening of March 28, 1994, Benjie flew into Manila back from a business trip in Hong Kong knowing that the hookup between PLDT (the local leased line provider) and Sprint was scheduled to take place that night. It was the last flight out of the then-crown colony. He arrived at the Manila airport at about 11 pm, rushed home to Makati to drop off his things, and then headed out to the ComNet office in Legaspi Village, Makati to await further instructions.

Unfortunately, there was no one in the office, but Benjie sees a note pinned on the wall, written by one of his staff. There’s a checklist of things to do from his boss Gan. He needs to bring over a Cisco 7000 router from the ComNet office and install it in PLDT. Now. There’s also a short apology from his staff. “Sorry sir, we can’t be here to help you because we went home already.” From here on, Benjie is totally on his own. It is now about 11:30 pm.

One of his instructions was to call up the Sprint people in Stockton, California to give them notice that the router would be in place soon and the Internet link would soon be ready to be activated. So Benjie makes the long distance call, introduces himself, and tells the Sprint guys to be ready in about an hour and a half.

There’s a problem though. The Cisco 7000 router needs to be transported. It’s about the size of a small filing cabinet and won’t fit in his car trunk. It’s also very expensive equipment, costing around $70,000 and paid for by Philippine taxpayers with a DOST grant, so one needs to be extra careful about this piece of hardware. Benjie goes for the “Humpty Dumpty” approach and proceeds to take it apart so it’ll fit in his car, with the intention of re-assembling it at PLDT.

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“I knew it wouldn’t fit into the trunk,” he remembers. “So all I could do was try to lighten the load.”

He takes it apart, taking out the power supply, the boards and chassis, and brings down the hardware a few pieces at a time to his Toyota downstairs.

He manages to get all the parts in the back seat, but the chassis is so big it ends up in the trunk, with three-fourths of it sticking out. Benjie leaves the trunk open, starts the car, and heads off for the PLDT network center at the Ramon Cojuangco Building, a short drive away. Mindful of the $70,000 hardware he’s carrying, he drives at the snail’s pace of about 5 km/hour. “I knew the route well,” he recalls. “So I knew precisely which bumps and humps to avoid.”

When he drives up to the PLDT building, the guards on duty were naturally suspicious of this strange Toyota with the trunk open and all this metal hardware sticking out. Luckily Benjie has with him a letter explaining who he was and his assignment. They wave him through, and a PLDT tech guy arrives to assist Benjie.

They unload the Cisco router parts from the car and bring it downstairs to the network center. It’s the graveyard shift, and the center is virtually deserted. Benjie reassembles the router (unlike Humpty Dumpty, they managed to put it together again) and with the help of the PLDT tech guy, lifts the router up to the empty space on a rack on top of some modems. They plug in all the necessary cables and power it up.

By now it’s around 1 am, and an hour and a half has elapsed since Benjie left his office.

The Connection

With the Cisco in place, Benjie calls up Sprint again. He talks to the techs, explains the router’s in place, and that he has keyed in the configuration faxed earlier by Sprint. PLDT was now ready to connect. “Hold on,” says the voice on the other end. “We’re going to open her up.”

Sprint activates the port on their side, and Benjie notices the router lights start to blink. Okay–activity’s going on, he thinks. Benjie sits at his workstation, types in a few commands. He “pings.” Great, it’s getting better.

“That’s when I when I made my request to see what was the Internet was like at the time,” Benjie recalls. “They allow me to turn on routing, then they shoved it down, and I see about about eight or nine pages of data going through my screen. I say, okay, that’s enough! This is more than I can handle! Then they put it back to static route, give a couple more parting words and advice, and that was it.”

Benjie put the phone down. It was now 1:15 am. Philnet was now connected to the Internet.

Celebrating in solitude with Magoo’s

It was history, but no one really the significance of what just went on. For the guys at Sprint, it was just another day in the office. Over at the PLDT network center, there were no marching bands, champagne corks popping, or even a lot of backslapping and “cool” congratulatory comments. Just another graveyard shift.

Benjie of course knew that something great had just occurred. “And then I realized that I had nothing, not even a Coke to celebrate with,” he remembers. “The only place I knew at the time that was open 24 hours close by–because I couldn’t leave this baby too long–was a Magoo’s Pizza.”

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“So I drive over to Magoo’s, I get the biggest square pizza they got, I drive back to PLDT, and when I go back in, I asked the PLDT tech guy, hey you wanna share some of this? He takes one bite and goes off to sleep, so there I am alone again and start to finish the whole pizza.”

By now it is 3 am. But Benjie’s job is far from over. He still has to inform Dr. Rudy Villarica and the Philnet team in Cebu that the connection to Sprint had been made. That’s scheduled for 5:30 am, which still gives Benjie two and a half-hours to kill. But it wasn’t going to be boring.

“It was a lot of fun,” he recalls. “Remember, I had 64K bandwidth, a Cisco 7000 router and Internet access all to myself, so for the next two and a half hours I had a lot to do. Imagine, a full 64K compared to 9600 bps dialup–whoa, this was great! I downloaded a lot of files and filled up my notebook.”

One of the things Benjie managed to do in that time was run a newsreader program and post a short message to the Usenet newsgroup soc.culture.filipino, alerting overseas Filipinos that a connection had been made. The message read:

Subject: The Philippines is In!

As of March 29,1994 at 1:15 am Philippine time, unfortunately 2 days late due to slight technical difficulties, the Philippines was FINALLY connected to the Internet via SprintLink. The Philippine router, a Cisco 7000 router was attached via the services of PLDT and Sprint communications to SprintLink’s router at Stockton Ca. The gateway to the world for the Philippines will be via NASA Ames Research Center. For now, a 64K serial link is the information highway to the rest of the Internet world.

Calling Cebu

At about 5:30 am, Benjie places a call to Cebu, to Dr. Rudy Villarica, the Philnet project manager who had been coordinating everything. Villarica, a Cebuano himself , was staying at the house of his brother. He was in town for a three-day conference oddly called “The First International E-Mail Conference” that drew most of the local networking community to the University of San Carlos (USC) Cebu. Philnet had boldly announced they would try to get the Internet link up during the conference. Richie Lozada of Ateneo de Manila, who was then with the Philnet technical committee, had handcarried a Cisco 4000 router on a flight from Manila to get USC all hooked up for the conference. And prior to that, Philnet had PLDT connect USC’s leased line so they were primed and ready.

But it was now March 29, the third and final day of the conference, and nothing had happened yet, and Villarica was understandably getting worried. So when Benjie called up, had a maid rouse Villarica from sleep, and informed him, “Sir, it’s all done,” Villarica was ecstatic. “That’s great! Great!”

“You could tell he was happy,” Benjie remembers, with uncharacteristic understatement.

His work all done, Benjie packed up his things at PLDT and headed home to his family. It was now around 6 a.m. and the end of a long and eventful night.

It would be 10:18 am before the Philnet crew at Cebu could establish a live connection via the PLDT link.

Richie Lozada recalls rushing over to the USC campus to log into the USC Cisco 4000 and establish the link to the Cisco 7000 at PLDT in Makati. By the time the connection went live, it was right before an audience who had assembled to witness a demonstration. Everyone recalls much whooping and cheering. People there knew it was the start of something big, but where it would lead to, no one could be certain.

By this time, Benjie Tan was snug in bed at home grabbing some much-needed shut-eye. Been there, done that.

via jimayson.wordpress.com

Way to go, Mr. Benjie Tan! I wonder if you are on Twitter so we can flood you with our gratitude.

 

The problem that I have with facebook

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Everytime someone adds you to a group, the system automatically approves it and enrolls you into this group. That's why you are not "Invited" but instead added. If you are managing or curating a particular group in facebook, good luck to you. If you've had an experience before in the office where you and your colleagues are griping about your work or your boss in a chat conference and then one of you, just for the hell of it, invites the boss in the chatroom, you know how awful in can turn out.

If you're added to a group, good luck to you, too. The default setting for email notifications is "On" - everytime a group member posts or comments on the group, it sends you an email. Not a daily digest but one email per post and/or reply.

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There's plenty of things I do not like about facebook. Phototagging is one high up the list. There's just a lot of things about it that annoys me as a user. I guess now that they have 750 million users around the world, they can afford to piss a few million off with these stupid features.

But the real problem that I have with facebook is that it is so ubiquitous it would be too hard for me to not use it. Everyone's mothers must already be on facebook. Most of my friends and contacts have used it for things we normally previously have used it with apps, platforms and methods we were used to like email, instant messaging, photosharing and even blogging. If I remove myself from the platform, that will be practically like disconnecting myself from everyone.

They scaled this platform like no one else has done before and that is a great feat. I just wish they think more about their users and the user experience before they tweak something.

Full text of that James Soriano article on the Manila Bulletin

Language, learning, identity, privilege

 By JAMES SORIANO

August 24, 2011, 4:06am

Ithink

The Manila Bulletin

MANILA, Philippines — English is the language of learning. I’ve known this since before I could go to school. As a toddler, my first study materials were a set of flash cards that my mother used to teach me the English alphabet.

My mother made home conducive to learning English: all my storybooks and coloring books were in English, and so were the cartoons I watched and the music I listened to. She required me to speak English at home. She even hired tutors to help me learn to read and write in English.

In school I learned to think in English. We used English to learn about numbers, equations and variables. With it we learned about observation and inference, the moon and the stars, monsoons and photosynthesis. With it we learned about shapes and colors, about meter and rhythm. I learned about God in English, and I prayed to Him in English.

Filipino, on the other hand, was always the ‘other’ subject — almost a special subject like PE or Home Economics, except that it was graded the same way as Science, Math, Religion, and English. My classmates and I used to complain about Filipino all the time. Filipino was a chore, like washing the dishes; it was not the language of learning. It was the language we used to speak to the people who washed our dishes.

We used to think learning Filipino was important because it was practical: Filipino was the language of the world outside the classroom. It was the language of the streets: it was how you spoke to the tindera when you went to the tindahan, what you used to tell your katulong that you had an utos, and how you texted manong when you needed “sundo na.”

These skills were required to survive in the outside world, because we are forced to relate with the tinderas and the manongs and the katulongs of this world. If we wanted to communicate to these people — or otherwise avoid being mugged on the jeepney — we needed to learn Filipino.

That being said though, I was proud of my proficiency with the language. Filipino was the language I used to speak with my cousins and uncles and grandparents in the province, so I never had much trouble reciting.

It was the reading and writing that was tedious and difficult. I spoke Filipino, but only when I was in a different world like the streets or the province; it did not come naturally to me. English was more natural; I read, wrote and thought in English. And so, in much of the same way that I learned German later on, I learned Filipino in terms of English. In this way I survived Filipino in high school, albeit with too many sentences that had the preposition ‘ay.’

It was really only in university that I began to grasp Filipino in terms of language and not just dialect. Filipino was not merely a peculiar variety of language, derived and continuously borrowing from the English and Spanish alphabets; it was its own system, with its own grammar, semantics, sounds, even symbols.

But more significantly, it was its own way of reading, writing, and thinking. There are ideas and concepts unique to Filipino that can never be translated into another. Try translating bayanihan, tagay, kilig or diskarte.

Only recently have I begun to grasp Filipino as the language of identity: the language of emotion, experience, and even of learning. And with this comes the realization that I do, in fact, smell worse than a malansang isda. My own language is foreign to me: I speak, think, read and write primarily in English. To borrow the terminology of Fr. Bulatao, I am a split-level Filipino.

But perhaps this is not so bad in a society of rotten beef and stinking fish. For while Filipino may be the language of identity, it is the language of the streets. It might have the capacity to be the language of learning, but it is not the language of the learned.

It is neither the language of the classroom and the laboratory, nor the language of the boardroom, the court room, or the operating room. It is not the language of privilege. I may be disconnected from my being Filipino, but with a tongue of privilege I will always have my connections.

So I have my education to thank for making English my mother language.

 

Say hello to Mr. Cook

One day back then, he convened a meeting with his team, and the discussion turned to a particular problem in Asia.

"This is really bad," Cook told the group. "Someone should be in China driving this." Thirty minutes into that meeting Cook looked at Sabih Khan, a key operations executive, and abruptly asked, without a trace of emotion, "Why are you still here?"

Khan, who remains one of Cook's top lieutenants to this day, immediately stood up, drove to San Francisco International Airport, and, without a change of clothes, booked a flight to China with no return date, according to people familiar with the episode. The story is vintage Cook: demanding and unemotional.

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I look forward to the day when all I need to make things happen is a mobile device, the cloud, some rock music and a foul mouth.