Esteban

Oswald A. Steven was a former soldier who fought in the Philippine-American War (February 4, 1899 - July 4, 1902). After the war, Steven worked as an auctioneer and real estate salesman in Honolulu before he was employed by the Hawaiian Sugar Planter’s Association (HSPA). Steven’s first hand knowledge of the Philippines proved invaluable. In 1909, Steven together, with Lucius Pinkham— former president of the Honolulu Board of Health, set up recruitment offices in the Philippines. 

Steven’s recruitment campaign was actually HSPA’s second attempt. HSPA’s first attempt was in 1906, headed by  Albert F. Judd, who, however, only succeeded in briging 15 Filipinos to Hawaii. No further recruitment was attempted after that. However, a singular seminal event changed all that:— the Great Oahu Sugar Strike of 1909, when 7,000 Japanese sugar workers, about 70% of the Hawaii’s plantation workforce, walked off their jobs in May 1909. A strike which lasted for four months before the HSPA was able to break it up. This convinced the HSPA that the Japanese should not dominate the workforce, and thus, in 1909, HSPA again attempted to recruit Filipinos as a buffer to break the dominance of Japanese plantation workers. It helped that the Philippines is a U.S. territory in view of the Treaty of Paris ceding the Philippines to the U.S.A. Filipinos were legally classified as “American nationals” or “U.S. Colonials”. This allowed the HSPA to bypass immigration restrictions and recruit an endless stream of Filipinos without visa quotas.

Steven focused his recruitment campaigns in the Visayas region— particularly Cebu and Negros, where the population was mostly poor and illiterate, and more importantly, most were experienced farmhands.

On September 17, 1910, Esteban— with his eight-year old daughter, boarded the SS Shenyo Maru. The American recruiting agent had promised Esteban employment, housing, water, fuel, medicine, health care & free passage to an island midway of the Pacific. The ship made stop-overs in Hongkong, Shanghai, Nagasaki and Yokohama to pick up more passengers. Before re-boarding in Hong Kong, Esteban had placed his thumb marks on a labor contract. The recruiting agent’s interpreter later explained to Esteban that he had signed up for a three-year contract where he agreed to work 10 hours a day, 26 days a month & would be paid $16 a month. His pay would increase to $17 a month in the second year & to $18 a month in the third year. 

Steerage passengers were crammed below deck. It was very crowded and smelly. Men were assigned in sections segregated from women and children, thus Esteban’s daughter fended for herself throughout the voyage.

After traveling for more than a month from their Cebu hometown more than 8000 kilometers away, Esteban and his daughter finally arrived in Honolulu, Hawaii. Esteban, together with a number of other recruits, were immediately dispatched by trucks or trains to the Kahuku Sugar Plantation on the northern shore of the island of Oahu. 

Filipino sakadas in Kahuku, like those across Hawaii, faced grueling conditions from 1906 through the mid-20th century. Workers endured backbreaking labor. Filipinos were treated as expendable, low-paid labor and housed in segregated, plantation-owned camps. Esteban endured and in spite of the hardships renewed his contract at least two more times.

On January 18, 1920, a Luna sneered at Filipino laborers, calling them cowards. Outraged, the Filipinos walked off their jobs. The protest rapidly spread to other plantations across Oahu. Japanese workers soon joined them.

From January to July, thousands of Filipino and Japanese plantation workers protested. Plantation owners retaliated by evicting the strikers from their plantation housing. Roughly 12,000 workers and their families were forced out and left stranded. Evicted families were forced into overcrowded, makeshift shelters in Honolulu. The resulting overcrowding in improvised camps exacerbated the Spanish Flu epidemic, leading to the tragic deaths of 95 Filipino strikers and their family members. How it played out for Esteban is not known.

A year later or on May 16, 1921, Esteban’s daughter boarded the SS Tenyo Maru bound for Cebu, Philippines— alone. She just turned 19, having just “celebrated” her birthday on board the steam ship. 

Her name was Antonia…  Dada, ang atong gimaha nga apohan.

… mga handumanan sa atong mga minahal.

Retrogaming on a Mac

 I’m a gamer.  I’m into video games since the 80s & the path I’ve walked is littered with the remnants of game consoles-- Game & Watch, Game Boy, Game Boy Color (playing games like Tetris, Pokemon, Zelda, Super Mario Bros., etc.), the 80s one-peso arcade machines (Galaxian and Pacman), the NES (Nintendo Entertainment System)— better known in these parts as Chinese Family Computer knockoffs.  I even experimented with the Commodore 64 to make my own games.

Then I bought my first PlayStation One, playing arcade games until I discovered Metal Gear Solid (and later Silent Hill). I jumped back into PC gaming for a while then I moved on to the PlayStation 2—which, honestly, I bought specifically to play the sequels— and at least one prequel, of the Metal Gear saga (— just like when I bought a Switch specifically to play Zelda, but that’s another story). 

At the office, I used my computer— an XT with a green monitor, to play virus laden “cracked” DOS games (bought for P50.00 at the Makati Cinema Square) on floppy disks.  I also experimented with different word processors and mini DOS programs and PC viruses. It wasn’t long before the 286s (with black & white monitors) came along, then 386s and 486s with colored monitors. It was at this time that I saved up enough to get my own PC to play Red Alert, StarCraft, Commando and other RPGs (and strategy games), which, by the way, is my preferred type of gaming.  The thing with PC gaming though is that your machine becomes obsolete each time a new game comes out. You’ll need more RAM, faster CPUs, faster video cards, GPUs, higher definition and bigger screens to keep up to par with the latest games— it was an endless catch up to a technology that keeps evolving. It’s a rabbit hole if not an economically viable endeavor to say the least.  Thus, I limited my gaming to consoles. For my personal computing needs, I switched to a Mac— which obviously is NOT a gaming machine.

While I’ve now limited my gaming on the PlayStation 4 (and the Switch— and  the RG350, a cheap Chinese emulator game console that is unbelievably capable of emulating the PSOne, NES, GameBoy, etc.) it would be a blast to once again play the original Metal Gear Solid (and perhaps even Silent Hill) in the exact same way I originally played it in the PlayStation One.  I’ve given up on that (as I’ve also given up playing StarCraft once again since I do not see myself switching back to PC anytime soon).

Until I discovered OpenEmu— an open-source multi-game front-end interface designed for the Mac OS X that is capable of emulating various consoles’ hardware.

Installing OpenEmu is as simple as installing any other Mac application. Installing games on the OpenEmu is even easier— simply drag and drop the game files on the OpenEmu window and the game will be magically placed into their correct system heading. Configuring the input device of your choice— I’m using a PlayStation 4 DualShock controller, is likewise a cinch. The gameplay? Smooth as silk. 

N.B. I should mention that I also have Retro Pie running— initially as an experimental project, on a Raspberry Pi 3 (with the official Raspberry Pi 7-inch touchscreen Display) with the same games I have on the OpenEmu.

I love gaming. And yes, even on a Mac— maybe especially so.

Headless Set-up: Raspberry Pi Zero W

This is to document what works for me when setting up a Raspberry Pi headless.  This is by no means the product of my techie know-it-all mind, but rather a mash-up of the resources I gathered in the internet as I explored & struggled the first few times I set up a Raspberry Pi.  There are a lot of mistakes/misinformation out there which threw me off a few times, what I’ve done is merely to filter out the garbage to come up with this mainly for my own guidance & reference.  I’m using a macbook pro with Big Sur & setting up a Raspberry  Pi Zero W (but this guide worked just as well for my RPi 2 & RPi3 model B). 

Format the microSD card with the SD Formatter app (it’s free, & can be found on the SD Association’s website). The app is very straightforward to use.  I prefer the “Overwrite Format” option— “This deletes file/directory entries by initializing file system parameters of the card & erase all data by overwriting the user data area completely.” This option is more thorough, but it’s also much slower.

Download your choice of the official Raspberry Pi OS zipped image from their website— I prefer the Lite version.   There are several ways to flash the RPi OS onto a MicroSD card, you could go all out poser unix-show off & go all the way DD= but if you’re lazy like me—  perhaps the simplest in my experience is to do so by using Balena Etcher.   Following a three-step process, the RPi OS image is easily loaded in 5 minutes tops.  You need not even unzip the file, the app will conveniently do it for you.

Next, we’ll set up the network interface so we can ssh onto the RPi via wireless connection.

$ touch /Volumes/boot/ssh

We also need to define a wpa_supplicant.conf file for our

particular wireless network. Put this file in the boot folder, so

when the RPi first boots, it will copy that file into the correct 

location & use those settings to start up wireless networking.

Open the Terminal & create/edit:

$ sudo nano /etc/wpa_supplicant/wpa_supplicant.conf

Add the following at the bottom of the file:

country=PH

ctrl interface=DIR=/var/run/wpa_supplicant GROUP=netdev

update_config=1

network={

ssid=“your-internet-ssid-name”*

psk=“your-network-password”*

}

SSH is built into the MacOSX so no additional software need to be installed.

On startup, the RPi OS checks the contents of the boot directory, if it detects a wpa_supplicant.conf file, the RPi OS will copy the file into

/etc/wpa_supplicant, replacing any existing wpa_supplicant.conf file that may be there. The file on the boot directory is then deleted.  Likewise, if an ssh file is detected, the RPi OS will adjust it’s settings to accept SSH connections. The ssh file is likewise thereafter deleted. (This means that if something goes wrong we can always get the RPi back onto a wifi network by repeating the steps we’ve taken.)

Specific to the Raspberry Pi Zero W, put the edited SD card into the RPi0w SD slot, plug a Micro-USB power cable into the power port (the one closest to the end of the board). 

Run the following commands on the Terminal:

$ ssh-keygen -R raspberry.local

$ ssh pi@raspberrypi-local

The first command clears out any previous references to raspberrypi.local.  If the RPi did not respond, press Ctrl-C & try the last command again. When the connection works you will see a security/authenticity warning. Type yes to continue. You will see this warning only on the first time you connect.  Next, you will be prompted for the password for the RPi login: the default password is "raspberry". You should now be able to see the RPi prompt.

Proceed to configure the RPi by sudo-ing into raspi-config, then update the RPi OS. Your RPi should be good to go.

Ten Years After Ondoy

 September 26, 2009 began just like any other stormy day in the Philippines:— overcast skies, intermittent gusts of wind blowing from different directions, dark clouds ominously swirling into darker shades of gray.  Weather bulletins, issued days before, had warned that the coming typhoon will be a “super typhoon”— a storm that could reach sustained wind speeds of more than 245 kph, & had given it the name “Ondoy” (known internationally as Ketsana). Everybody had been forewarned, but nobody expected it to dump a month’s worth of rain over Metro Manila in just six hours. 

There was so much rainwater that, per news reports, the water level of the Marikina River rose to 23 meters above sea level, which was way above the 16-meter level that would have normally triggered a call for preventive evacuation of residents in the immediate area. In its wake, Ondoy left 464 people dead, 529 injured & 37 missing. Estimated damage to infrastructure was about P4.3B while damage to agriculture was an estimated P6.6B.

It was a Saturday & with a typhoon brewing my only concern is to make sure I will be dry & will have enough food to eat to ride out the storm.  And then my phone rang…  It was my brother-in-law— my elder sister’s husband, saying that they are on their way & they would want to have coffee with me.  A thought ran into my mind, haven’t they heard about the coming typhoon? Maybe that was how us Filipinos in the Luzon island feel about typhoons— it’s just one of those things… 

I was in what I call my “weekend attire”— walking shorts, ripped T-shirt (the same one I slept in the night before) & a pair of rubber slippers, when I came down to meet them.  They came in a brand new Toyota Land Cruiser.  We drove through Evangelista Street in the direction of EDSA.  It was still early morning, maybe around 7:30am.  It was just starting to rain, but rainwater on the streets was already ankle deep, which meant that it had already been raining in other parts of the metropolis.  By the time we reached Pasay Rotunda the flood water level was already gutter deep. I stole a glance at my sister. She did not look worried or bothered at all.  We were, after all, on a big SUV —more than capable of handling the flooded streets of Metro Manila. I sat back and relaxed.

We parked at the SM MOA and chilled out at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf.  We later learned that the mall would not open for business for the day because the weather had turned for the worst.  We headed back to the Land Cruiser & were met with rainwater rushing down the ramps. 

At the crossroads of EDSA & Roxas Boulevard we saw at least two stalled vehicles being swallowed up by flood waters. We could not cross over and so drove in the direction of Manila hoping to be able to pass through Vito Cruz Street.  However, when we got there the streets were already submerged.  We pivoted towards Quirino Avenue to get to Osmeña Highway and from there, hopefully, proceed South. We only managed to reach as far as Angel Linao Street. Estero de Paco had swelled & had inundated the small bridge over it.  A stalled bus on the bridge was submerged up to its brake lights. My brother-in-law parked their Land Cruiser on a Shell gas station at the corner.  The floodwater had reached up to the Land Cruiser’s door, a few centimeters more and the floodwater could seep into the cabin.  We sat there until around 3am of the next day when the flood seemed to have receded enough for vehicles to pass through. We made our way to  Osmeña Highway & crossed over the Buendia Overpass.  Below the overpass is a lake that stretched to as far as Taft Avenue.  My brother-in-law gunned for the SkyWay ramp. It was their ticket out to the South.

I got out at the foot of the Skyway ramp.  The water was about half way up my knees but the situation around the crossroads of the Osmeña Highway and Pasay Road—where I need to pass, was neck deep. There was a stalled vehicle at the middle of it bobbing up & down like a rubber ducky on a bathtub.  I figured I’d walked around the flooded area through an eskinita.  As I took my first step into the floodwater I glanced unto a shop window & saw my reflection:— a man in walking shorts, T-shirt & rubber slippers... what would I have given for an umbrella, maybe a raincoat or maybe a pair of rain boots. The fear of being electrocuted suddenly gripped me which was, however, immediately taken over by the fear of rat piss.

 I made my way to Hayes Street then to San Antonio Street.  Walking in knee deep flood water is tricky at best. You’ll never know what you’ll step into next & each time you put your foot down creates a vacuum that makes the slipper stick to the ground. And that was how I snapped the strap off on my rubber slipper.  Fortunately, a bunch of slippers had congregated on a canal drain. I pulled one out with my bare left foot & slipped it on. It was too small & it was for the right foot.  It will do.  I limped forward, turned left on Taylor Street and continued to walk in the direction of Pasay Road until I reached the San Ildefonso Parish Church.  

The water is waist deep in all directions, but a few meters beyond the church grounds I could see that the water was only ankle deep. I got into a makeshift dingy pushed by enterprising young men who may have been the same people responsible for clogging up the canal drains to intentionally flood the streets so they could cash in on this “ferry service”.  I got off as soon as we cleared the flooded portion and walked until I reached the corner and turned right to Evangelista Street which was also flooded ankle deep.  I’m one corner away from the Osmeña Highway/Pasay Road crossroads and I could see that the area was still submerged in neck deep flood water

From the corner I walked six blocks in the direction of EDSA then turned right to Gen. Tinio Street, two more blocks & I was at the corner of P. Binay Street.  From here, it was just a short walk across to D. Jorge Street, then a short bridge over an estero-- to cross over to Pasay City, then I’m home.  But, to get there I have to cross P. Binay Street which had turned into the River Styx—a reduced witch’s brew of dead cockroaches, verminous garbage & other unidentifiable trash mixed in knee deep water.  It stank and it looked nasty.  No “ferry service” here.  I weighed my options:—  stand in the rain and wait for something good to happen or dip into the cold Leptospirosis soup.

Faith in Humanity Restored

I ordered, on-line, for two “overpriced” acrylic half face shields from Lazada; the items were delivered promptly in a carton box.  The items were in “zip-lock” bags, which in turn was bubble-wrapped then wrapped once more with a strip of cling film. The packaging is an “unboxing” YouTuber’s delight.  Disappointingly, in spite of its three layers of protective covering, one of the two items had scratches on its acrylic shield.  Well, it wasn’t the first time I was scammed by an on-line seller.  It comes with the territory and on-line buyers have little protection against sellers of defective or inferior products.  It is really up to the buyer but in the end a big part of it is trust— the belief that at the other end of the line is a trustworthy human being.  While on-line distributors offer a feedback mechanism that should impact on a seller’s reputation— and ultimately on his sales, it wouldn’t stop a scrupulous seller from having multiple “stores” such that one with a bad rep would not impact on the seller’s other “stores”.  Anyway, I submitted a review detailing the packaging and the scratches on the merchandise.  Lo and behold, within minutes I got a text message from the seller telling me that they’ll replace the item and within an hour a replacement was indeed delivered— via a courier that the seller contracted at their expense,  with a note that I could keep the damaged one. 

The Constant Scribbler

In a digital world of keyboards, styluses and fingertips, I still prefer to write on paper with a fountain pen— I have five (to be honest, I actually have more than that, but I usually use these five):— a Sailor 1911L with a “European” Extra Fine nib inked with Pilot Iroshizuku Take sumi (which translates to “Bamboo Charcoal”— a black ink), a cheap plain black Pilot Metropolitan with a “Japanese” Extra Fine nib inked with Pilot Iroshizuku Fuyu-gaki (which translates to “Winter Persimmon”— a reddish-orange ink), a Pilot Custom Heritage 912 PO— a posting nib, a nib especially designed & made exclusively by Pilot for use with cheap Japanese postcards (it’s basically a rigid “Japanese” Extra Fine— or maybe even an Ultra Extra Fine, with the tip tuned downward), a TWSBI Diamond Mini with a “European” Extra Fine nib and another TWSBI— a Vac Mini  with a “European” Broad nib “re-grinded” to an “Architect” nib— a nib ideal for people who write in block letters, like I do (it’s basically the opposite of a cursive italic nib, producing wide horizontal strokes & thin vertical strokes.). The last three inked with Noodler’s Black.

Consequent to using pens I have also become a paper hoarder.  The search for the ultimate pen and paper combo had led me down to a rabbit hole filled with all sorts of paper.  I’ve narrowed down my paper choices to a few:—  among which is dotted Rhodia paper, Moleskin pocket notebooks (the old stocks), Midori Travel notebooks, dotted notebooks made locally by the Veco Paper Corporation, and a variety of relatively obscure paper brands— which are not necessarily fountain pen friendly, but which I find “interesting”. I also buy surplus pocket datebook planners, mostly from Moleskin, which are usually put on sale around May of the current year. 

And because I try out my pens on almost every paper I could get my hands on, I have become a serial scribbler (and doodler). Most times I jot down notes simply to have an excuse to write. Sometimes I just write a word repeatedly— ever mindful of my handwriting, to fill a page. I started out writing in script in grade school but gradually shifted to block using the then ubiquitous Bic ball pen, then I wrote with a technical pen for a while, then Japanese felt tip disposable pens until I discovered fountain pens.  In the late 90s, I shifted to needle point gel pens because it was convenient.  This was when Japan came out with 0.5mm, 0.4mm and 0.3mm nibs in different colors. 

The first fountain pen I regularly used (it was the 80s) was a Pilot “Birdie” inked with Quick permanent black (— there was no other ink that I know of then). The “Birdie” is a stainless steel tiny slim pen intended for people with small hands—  probably women, to use as a pocket pen (or clipped on an address book & stowed in a purse).  I also own its twin mechanical pencil. 

When the “Birdie” gave up on me, I got a plain black Pilot Metropolitan instead. Then a TWSBI.  

TWSBI pens are made by TaShin Precision, an OEM Taiwanese manufacturer. The first three letters in the TWSBI name stands  for the phrase “San Wen Tong” which, per their website, means “Hall of Three Cultures”— whatever that means. They reversed the first letters & appended “Bi”—  which literal means “writing instruments”, thus TWSBI.  What drew me to TWSBI was its modular construction. You could dissemble it to clean it or to change its parts. I like to tinker and TWSBI encourages that. It’s also made of clear acrylic, which I also like because you could see the inside and yes how much ink you still have. But acrylics crack. The grip section is particularly prone to this. The key is not to over tighten. O-rings on the pen sections & the included Silicon grease makes it possible. The nibs are made by Jowo—  a German nib company, which makes the nibs “European” as against a “Japanese” nib.  Basically, a “European” are wider than a “Japanese”—  a Euro Extra Fine is equivalent to a Japanese  Medium or thereabouts. 

I prefer Japanese nibs. And so I keep on going back to my Metropolitan.  I should say that I only stumbled on the Metropolitan by accident. I was really looking for a replacement of the “Birdie”— since it’s the first pen that I truly knew and used (and also for a nostalgic reason: I used the “Birdie” to take the Bar). I did find a “Birdie”, but I’ve outgrown it.  And so I got a Metropolitan— my new “Birdie”.  Like the “Birdie”, the Metro is cheap (less than P1k).  It’s a decent pen, it’s a well-performing pen that’s well built, sturdy and it’s made of, I think, brass.  It’s the only snap cap pen I have.  Ideal for jotting down short notes without the hassle of twisting open a pen’s cap.  The Metropolitan only comes in Medium, but the cool thing about cheap Pilot entry level fountain pens is that most of their nibs are interchangeable: you could buy a cheap “Penmanship” (Php350.00), of which I have three, for its Extra Fine nib or a “Plumix” (I have one) for its 1.1mm stub and swap them with your Metro Medium.  This means that your exploration and search for that grail nib won’t burn a hole on your wallet. I love Pilot for this.

    It wasn’t long before I got a Pilot Custom Heritage 912— a gift, for which I am eternally grateful.  What stands out with the 912 is its PO nib, it’s as rigid as a nail but is not scratchy at all and a bit on the weird side of things-- the tip has a slight bend that ends in a needle point. The PO, I think, means "Posting" (the nib is for writing on thin papers-- "papel de Hapon", that Japanese use for posting mails), it’s designed to write on bad paper— you could do newspaper crosswords  with it, which makes it a decent EDC pen.  I still dream of the luscious No. 15 nib of an 743 or the even bigger nib of an 149, but I’m okay without them.  I always treasure what I have and one other treasure I have is the Sailor 1911L— a 1911 “large” with a 24k gold Extra Fine nib!  It too is a gift which I shall treasure until I croak. 

The resurgence of fountain pens triggered a burst of ink colors that seemed like a revolt against the past where black, blue-black (and red) reigned for ages.  And dominated, as far as I know, by one company: Parker— maker of “Quink” (rumor has it that a Filipino named Francisco Quisimbing was the “inventor” of the ink and that the brand is an amalgam of Francisco’s surname and the word ink, Parker, however, says otherwise and that name is actually derived from the words “quick” & “ink”).  Quink is now a dinosaur.  Though constrained with what I want to spend for it & what is accessible I did dipped into the pool of the new colors that intrigued me. But I eventually went back to black.  And since I prefer Pilot fountain pens it’s a no-brainer that I went for Pilot ink as well. Pilot offers cheap ink but I went for the top of the line Iroshizuku series. My problem with it, however, is that it’s not archival.  It can’t stand water and  moisture. I prefer water proof (or at least resistant to watercolor wash), dries quick and will not go away for a long time— a bullet proof ink! And that is exactly what Noodler’s ink offers. I use mostly Noodler’s Black for that purpose.  But I also like Noodler’s Black for its “juiciness”— the ink streams out of the nib in gleaming blots before it bonds with the paper.  It’s cheap and dirty & sticks to almost anything, but I love it.  Noodler’s ink is produced by a one man operation company & the man behind it— a certain Nathan Tardiff, is quite a character. He holds strong political views & uses his company as a platform to express it.  He’s a Southern man, most likely a Republican and seems to be paranoid about his secret ink formula. I don’t care much about his politics and for what he stands for, being Asian, I’m far removed from his American biases.  I only care for the ink that he makes by hand— all by his lonesome self probably in a shed or a cave deep in the woods.  And because I don’t totally trust this dude I only use his ink on my “beater” pens— my TWSBIs and, after much hesitation, on my 917.  So far, I’ve had no problems.  I use the Iroshizuku Take Sumi on my Sailor, though (I have another even nastier permanent black ink— Platinum’s Carbon Black Ink, a matte black that is notorious for clogging up fountain pens. I use it solely on Platinum’s own special pen for it— the DP-800). The only other ink color I use is the red-orange Fuyu-Gaki on my Metro, which has since been relegated to highlighter duty. 

I’ve now reached an age when I don’t hanker for possessions rather I am grateful for what I have and have in fact given up some of my possessions to other people so they could enjoy them.  I have also given up my quest for grail pens and will simply enjoy writing with them…

Getting Smarter

    I finally got a Google Nest Mini S.  At Php2,030.00, it's a cheap ticket to the home automation/digital assistant world. At that price point-- and since I got 24/7 WIFI anyway, it was a cinch. Four years ago I checked out Amazon's Echo Dot but held off. I think the technology at that time has not matured enough yet.  I also checked out the Xiaomi's Mi Home-- which is now compatible with Apple's HomeKit, but I don't trust Chinese tech enough to jump in. I chose Google for it's search engine which, IMHO, makes its digital assistant more "intelligent" if not more "informed". Setting up the Nest Mini is patchy at best. The ios version of Google Home looks and feels like a Microsoft circa 80s software. But, beyond that annoyance the Nest Mini delivers.

    A few days after I got the Nest Mini, I got the Xiaomi Mi Box S to upgrade my outdated TV to a "smart" TV. As with the Nest Mini I don’t really need the Mi box because I could watch Netflix (and YouTube) via my Sony PS4.  But, for P2,669.00 it’s cheap. I figure it would be a faster alternative since the PS4 takes ages to load up and turn off. I wasn’t expecting much for that price but the Mi box hardware is decent and it works.  When I ordered, I wasn’t sure if the Mi box will work with the Nest mini— the information I’m getting in the internet is, at best, vague, but it did, though it’s mostly a hit and miss. Sometimes the Mi box turns on when I “Hey Google” the Nest, sometimes there’s a wait of two minutes or so before the Mi box fires up and sometimes nothing happens or the Mi box is “unavailable”. Using the Mi box remote to turn on the Mi box is more reliable, but the built-in Google Assistant is likewise a hit and miss. I’m okay with that. You get what you pay for and that’s as far I’m willing to spend for this thing and so it is what it is.

    From here I’m looking at a way to voice command my room lights. Maybe I’ll go with Chinese rip-offs of Google Assistant compatible outlets or maybe I’ll try and explore the Xiaomi system. I haven’t decided yet. For now I’m exploring what the Mi box could offer. It’s just a game… nothing serious.