GO ahead, education top honcho Armin Luistro tells Antonio Calipjo Go who threw in the towel—rather than a yama arashi neck-breaker hurl on so-called authors and writers of textbooks—after getting ganged for pointing up the errors of their ways.
Probably, the fitting room for errors those authors— most tote strings or leash of letters after their names as bomb sniffing dogs do with chains—have inadvertently woven chockfull into textbooks, that room is about to be rebuilt into something as huge as a Mall of Asia… for easier accommodation.
Kahit karumal-dumal, walang kalibog-libog ang pagkakasulat ng mga naturang aklat, milyones kasi ang tinatabo ng mga naturang nagsusulat daw. Lousy writing pays megabucks.
Utol ng yumaong astig na editorial writer Gerry Gil—Avelina Gil of Phoenix Publishers-- ang isa sa mga nangahas na pasulatin ang inyong imbing lingkod ng mga ilalaman sa ilang aklat nila para sa mataas na paaralan noon.
Nangahas na rin si Rogelio Mangahas of Sibs Publishing—na ipaareglo sa ‘kin ang isa nilang ililimbag na aklat pampaaralan, nakatabo ng P18,000 sa wala pang sanlinggong pagsisinop ng manuskrito.
Sina Marivi Verbo-Lobo at Lito Gagni lang yata ang naniniwala sa ngayon na tatabo kami ng milyones kapag inilimbag nila’t naisalya sa pamilihan ang aking mga sinusulat… pero darating tayo diyan, usap tayo.
Ang totoo nito, matagal na ‘kong umaasinta na masalpak na maging patnugot ng aklat-pampaaralan… aba’y kung ilan na ring palimbagan ng mga naturang aklat ang naghahagilap raw ng matinong patnugot… mabubulatlat ngang naghahanap sila sa Jobstreet.com at Jobsdb.com, pero mukhang andap sila sa tagubilin ni Bill Gates, hire someone who’s smarter than you are if you want to succeed.
Do they want to succeed really?
Antonio Calipjo Go is the sort who’s got the smarts plus writing savvy. Problem is he doesn’t have a string of letters after his name akin to bomb sniffing dogs on a leash… and it’s likely most school textbook publishing houses go to the dogs, the tractable sort that can be collared and paraded on a leash.
So they won’t hire the likes of Go or even commission him as editor to straighten out text and data.
He’ll be left sniping at the sidelines, pouncing on bloopers, boners and blunders galore.
He’ll be politely ignored as third party meddler with high nuisance value… who can be worn down in the long haul, maybe even provided with a roomful of towels that he can throw.
Ah, there’s this old-fashioned practice of cachinuki tournaments— two dozen or so karatekas squat themselves in two rows facing each other, a pair of players beginning at white belt rank on one end rise to the signal to mix it up in free-style sparring… the loser sits down, the guy next to him leaps up and takes on the winner… a winner gets to take on a string of opponents down the line until he loses… but if he’s really good, he can cross hands with several black belts.
Go is probably of white belt rank-- let’s have a cachinuki, he’d likely whip a lot of asses black and blue.