Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Alcoholic


THE ALCOHOLIC

I see him on my way to work from time to time
The alcoholic.

Clutching his umbrella, staring out the window
The unmistakable stench of fermented dreams wafting from his body
His being.

I don’t know his name nor his story
All I know is his scent
It is the smell of decay - of sorrow - of neglect - of emotions suppressed
Gangrene of the heart.

It is the repugnant aftershave of a man on skid row
The scarlet letter of those who just can’t get it together.
As he’s about to leave, our eyes meet
I feel a stirring within me.

A sensation that I cannot articulate with words, only with synapses.
Of a familiar stranger

The alcoholic.

JAMES RHA 

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Social Stratification


A cruise ship is the perfect example of social stratification.

According to sociologists, social stratification is defined as a system by which society ranks categories of people in a hierarchyAnd depending upon the source of the inequality and the degree to which it exists, social stratification may vary from society to society (Society : the basics / Macionis, Jansson, and Benoit - 4th Cdn. ed.).

But when it comes to life on-board a cruise ship, the inequality that exists spans both prestige as well as power and wealth.

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And just so we’re clear, I am referring to the crew – not the passengers.

Anyone who has ever been on a cruise ship will be able to differentiate between a fellow passenger and a crew member by the unmistakable presence of a uniform. But in addition to serving a practical role, these uniforms also segregate the crew according to the positions they hold on the ship.

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At the top of the hierarchy are the officers. These men and women can be seen wearing white uniforms with epaulettes (stripes) that denote not only their rank, but their power and prestige amongst the crew.

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The officers generally hold managerial positions within the administrative and operational departments, or front line positions such as Pursers and Cruise Staff.

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Since many of these positions require formal training and previous experience (especially for those who work on the bridge), the expectation is that we give these crew members more respect and thus, consider their work more important than that of a waiter or a cabin steward.

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This ideology is reinforced through the issuance of special officer-only privileges such as access to passenger amenities, separate dining areas stocked with a greater variety of food and beverages (healthier?) and larger cabins.

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At the bottom of the hierarchy are the crew members who perform duties that can generally be done by anyone: working in the galley, cleaning, serving passengers, etc. These positions are generally filled by visible-minorities from low to middle-income countries and these crew members typically work the longest hours with little to no privileges.

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Despite the alienation that some of these crew members experience, their income provides them (and their families) with more purchasing power than the officers and staff; therefore, some of them do experience upward social mobility both intragenerationally (within a person’s lifetime) and intergenerationally (in relation to their parents).

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But like a house of cards, this upward social mobility is both fragile and precarious. Minor fluctuations in forex coupled with the risk of work-related injuries and lack of educational opportunities means that these crew members are forever at risk of losing their purchasing power, jobs and even to some extent, their lives.

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Despite all this, proponents of Karl Marx would be pleased to know that there is one place on the cruise ship where all crew are considered equals and that is:

WARNING: Adjust your volume BEFORE viewing!
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The crew bar.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

9-11: Phone Calls From the Tower

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In an effort to polish my mind, I had dedicated a couple of hours today to watching a documentary titled, “9-11: Phone Calls From the Tower”. Released in 2009, the 90-minute production centred around the voice recordings that were left behind by some of the victims who perished in the World Trade Centre on September 11, 2001.

Directed by James Kent and produced by Darlow Smithson Productions for Channel 4, the documentary combined heart-felt interviews with the victims’ loved ones along with the victims’ voice recordings that were immortalized on answering machines, voice mail and 911 calls from that fateful day.

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By showing home videos, photographs and old home movies with each interview, I felt as if I were listening to a collection of sad songs, each with their own unique lyrics, but they all shared a common refrain:

Your absence has left a hole in my heart
You meant the world to me
You will never be forgotten
I will love you forever

While each interview was poignant and extremely moving, the one interviewee that made the most lasting impression on me was Anne Mulderry. Her son Stephen, a trader and former collegiate basketball star, was killed when the towers had collapsed. Through her poise, choice of words and even her surroundings, she exuded a level of wisdom and insight that reflected her choice to celebrate Stephen’s memory rather than dwell on the pain caused by his absence.

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We tend to lose sight of our own mortality and quite often put off saying and/or doing things that we ought to do today. As one of the interviewees had so aptly put it, “You never know when it’s going to be your last day”.

More than anything else, this documentary is a vivid reminder of that adage that nothing and no one should ever be taken for granted.

Click the following link to watch it on-line (Canadian residents only): 

http://www.cbc.ca/passionateeye/


Monday, August 13, 2012

The Weekend

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What is it about two strangers coming together? 

Whether it’s Brokeback Mountain or West Side Story, we are naturally drawn to the notion that two strangers can magically fall in love with one another and live happily ever after. Luckily for realists such as myself, The Weekend isn’t one of those movies.

While at its very core, the movie is essentially about two strangers coming together (Or I should say, cumming together). And even though there were moments of connectivity, tenderness and humour, be forewarned: there is no fairly tale ending. Instead, the viewer is left to ponder the question:

Does “true” love ever knock at your door twice?

Written and directed by Andrew Haigh, The Weekend tells the story of Russell (Tom Cullen) a mild-mannered, gay lifeguard who ends-up falling for Glen (Chris New) a cynical, out and proud gay artist that he picks-up at a bar. But what was supposed to be a simple one-night stand ends-up becoming a weekend-long exploration of passions ignited, secrets revealed and fears uncovered.

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On the surface, the recipe for this film isn’t unique. In fact, some might argue that it’s pretty standard fare. Add two strangers, a dash of smitten love, and a serving of broken hearts - Voila! A celluloid version of mac & cheese. Despite the clichéd scenes of drug and alcohol use, what makes The Weekend so delectable is its montage. Interweaving moments of intimacy, conflict and discovery with scenes from the hero’s day-to-day life, Andrew Haigh allows the viewer to slowly savour not only the characters’ blossoming relationship, but their emotional blueprints as well.

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Both Tom Cullen and Chris New did a wonderful job playing their respective roles. They were both authentic and real with their choices and beats and were well-casted for this impactful picture. I almost didn’t watch The Weekend but I’m glad that I did. It was a good reminder of the fact that as in life, movies can be like a box of chocolates.