Tuesday, November 16, 2021

Pengalaman baru dengan rakan lama: Bahasa Melayu.


Baru-baru ini saya telah selesai menulis skrip untuk rancangan majalah yang akan disiarkan di RTM. Menulis skrip bukanlah pencapaian, baru bagi saya… saya pernah menulis skrip untuk satu siri rancangan yang juga diterbitkan untuk RTM dua dekad dahulu.

Skrip yang diterbitkan ketika itu untuk Malaysia Book of Record adalah dalam Bahasa Inggeris. Kali ini pula, rancangan yang bernama Skup Jurnalis, seperti yang dapat dilihat daripada tajuk, adalah dalam Bahasa Melayu.

Kali terakhir saya menulis dalam Bahasa Melayu lebih daripada satu atau dua ayat adalah ketika saya menduduki peperiksaan subjek yang sama bagi Sijil Tinggi Peperiksaan Malaysia pada tahun 1992.

Pencapaian kini adalah kebolehan saya menulis kembali dalam bahasa kebangsaan, bukan satu ayat, atau satu perenggan... tetapi beberapa muka surat. Walaupun jalan bahasa tidak lari daripada cara penulisan bahasa Inggeris yang lebih saya kenali dan selesa, terdapat perbezaan disana dan sini. Apabila saya membaca balik apa yang ditulis, saya dapat faham... ada yang pelik dalam penyampaian tulisan tersebut.

Yang mengharukan, dan membanggakan adalah saya masih lagi ingat apa yang dipelajari lebih dari beberapa dekad dahulu. Memang ada kesalahan tatabahasa disana dan disini, dan ejaan yang berbeza sekarang, terutamanya dengan pengimportan perkataan-perkataan daripada bahasa Inggeris (yang agak berlebihan, tetapi tiada satu bahasa yang original didunia, semua melalui evolusi dengan mengambil masuk perkataan dan frasa daripada bahasa lain).

Oleh itu, saya ingin memulakan fasa baru dalam perjalanan kerjaya saya dengan merujuk kembali apa yang telah saya pelajari zaman sekolah dulu. Sepatutnya, Bahasa Melayu saya adalah lebih mantap dari Bahasa Inggeris. Untuk SPM, saya dapat A2 untuk Inggeris dan A1 untuk BM. Saya tidak dapat mengambil bahasa Inggeris untuk STPM, kerana sekolah (swasta, sebab SPM saya tidak cukup kuat untuk masuk sekolah kerajaan) tidak mempunyai guru untuk subjek tersebut.

Jadi, saya belajar dan menduduki peperiksaan untuk Bahasa Melayu (bukan Bahasa Malaysia seperti SPM, masa itu) dan bolehlah tahan... saya dapat A dalam mata pelajaran tersebut. Melihat bahawa keputusan mata pelajaran yang lain agak lemah, subjek Bahasa Melayulah yang menarik saya keluar daripada gaung kegagalan.

Jadi, itulah alkisah. Saya ingin merakamkan penghargaan saya kepada semua guru-guru bahasa, kedua-dua, kerana ialah yang memberi saya harapan setelah melalui zaman kegelapan dalam kehidupan saya. Ini adalah catatan penghargaan tersebut. - RKP 16/11/2021

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Internet Activism: Conscience At Your Fingertips?

 

The rise of the Internet and communication devices based activism, slactivism, clicktivism, the use, the abuse and the obtuse.

How often you get invites through social media platforms, to sign up for a campaign, where all you have to do is just click and click and it's done. What do you know about that campaign, the issues and the related information? Does it matter? Who cares, right?

Welcome to the age of Internet Activism... which has other names like slactivism and clicktivism. But what makes it tick, or, click? How do people relate to some of these causes and have them lift their heavy fingers and press the screen to make an intended err... life-altering commitment?

The often accepted explanation is that much of it has to do with ideological self-identification, which, sadly in Malaysia's case, is often related to one's race and/or religious background – often a perfect eco-system to whip out the "victim card". Mind manipulation of the mass is still as easy no different than the early days of tribal religious conversation, that a cry of a "victim" immediately put the peer pressure on the social media users to get into the action without even wanting to know what actually had been transpiring, the history behind it or does it even matter to him or her personally.

There is a study citing that it is usually the narcissist who use plenty of victim card. Popular culture – your religious texts included – glorify the underdog and demonise the powerful ones. It's cool to be an underdog, therefore to related to one, but usually, underdog stories comprise of 70% of the time suffering, 29% fighting back, and only that 1% where you raise the gloved hand in the air to an Eye Of The Tiger soundtrack reprise.

Therefore, identifying oneself to underdogs it is easier now to have the voice heard in unison through the social media, by imposing themselves, with popping veins of narcissism, and use victim cards to make the voices heard or read, (“government is patronising us by eating maggie mee”... “I may not pay taxes, but they can't take away my illegal parking rights!); and it's easier to get support for those whines than, “Hey, let's put our head together on this legislation before we bring it to the parliament”.

But what's the make-up behind the attitude towards these form of activism? Perhaps science can shed a light. Perhaps it may have something to do with...

NPD

Make no mistake...online activism is especially useful for those who are unable to participate in acts of physical activism, notably, as mentioned here, “the disabled and mobility-impaired people who cannot attend marches also find online activism tools a helpful way to promote issues and protest inequalities.”

But there is the selfish side of things that need to be pondered bout. There seemed to be much concern amidst the discerning of us that most of us with a cellular phone, internet connection and social media apps are slowly succumbing to what is known in psychology and related discipline circle as a narcissistic personality disorder (NPD).

Some of the symptoms (taken from the above link) include the following:

  • sense of entitlement
  • denial
  • delusions of grandeur
  • grandiosity
  • Projection
  • need for control
  • narcissistic rage
  • low empathy

Most of us can tick all the boxes, but let us flesh it out a little bit more on...

NPD and Activism

Some of the most successful activism has its impact all over the world. For example, one of the most important of recent years: “Black Lives Matters”.

The George Zimmerman case in the US, where he was charged for the murder of Trayvon Martin but acquitted, started the peat fire of Black Lives Matter (BLM) hashtag, went on to become a raging online forest fire so much so that it was rewarded with millions of signatures, and even endorsement from celebrities who need to have themselves to be in the public eye radar anyway. Zimmerman was then charged with second-degree murder, instead. BLM collected around US$90 million last year (there's also news about the co-founder of the movement who bought a US$1.4 million house, but that's a tale for a different day).

The same activism was played a big part in the rise of the Occupy Wall Street and Arab Spring movements that relied heavily on social media for the organisation of the rallies, and ballooning up to the size of imposing headlines.

Alas, it is very noticeable that there is clearly the presence of emotional blackmail involved: you are with us or, well, you better be with us, you oppressing, suppressing scumbag. Of course, the "us" is really "me", The whole shebang leads to what is referred to as Performative Activism, which according to the wiki is defined as “referring to activism done to increase one's social capital rather than because of one's devotion to a cause. It is often associated with surface-level activism, referred to as slacktivism.”

Social capital here refers to the network of people we have in our circle, the relationship, work, an interest group, etc. Note how activism now had evolved to selfishness, how many are in our circle, with us.... what cause?

Slactivism and the left-outs

There is a tendency to think that what is trending is the most important stuff going on now, and it will be lost on those who don't give two hoots about it. We can accept that users across the generations who spend up to 99%, if time permits, of their waking hours staring into the screen (including yours truly) will find it endearing to dedicate their seat-burning hours to various causes.

Still, this may not exactly be the case with older generations who are less likely to make their opinions heard. And according to this article, a study by the US Pew Research Center, noted that Americans aged between 18 and 49 are more likely than those aged 50 and over to have used hashtags related to a political or social issue; 20 per cent compared with 8 per cent, respectively.

But not only does online activism tend to engage younger generations more, but it's also naturally attracting a more educated crowd. And those with the communication and technological skills to get their point across would actually able to win the online arguments. All it takes is highlight the "loser's" spelling and grammatical errors and you win the argument.  

The older generation though, many without the savviness or patience, tend to gloss over these issues... If wisdom comes with age, then wisdom may also be taking a break during this supposed life-altering choices and decision-making process. One wonders why.

So, are the older folks sidelined? Or does it matter after all, when the voices of the younger generations are going to determine the future... which will be questioned by the latter-day younger punks using the tech of the future to do their own version of activism.

My old fart-ism aside, the Millenials especially are indeed a lot more discerning than what we can give them the credit for. According to this piece, millennials “tend to place less value on the acquisition of things, including the traditional settling down purchases of cars and houses, and more on the acquisition of experiences. When millennials do buy things, they care more about where they came from and what the companies that produce them are like,”

Ethics is a concern, and activism is the best place for the young 'uns to express their concern. But would that do?

Not too far a time ago, a study found that “75% of the Millennial generation uses social media platforms to discuss issues that matter to them. It also found that 58% of Americans think using a hashtag related to an issue is an effective form of support. The problem critics see is that online support isn’t typically backed by actions that make a difference.”

But as sceptical as I am, let's recall one hashtag campaign that was a huge success: remember the #ALSIceBucketChallenge? The ALS stands for Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis and the draw was sch that almost nobody knew what ALS exactly was, when they were busy funnelling money to see wet bodies... or, am I being negative? People genuinely cared for the cause, didn't they? Hmm?

Well, it seems half of those who were polled in the UK, for example, never really donated, as reported by The Independent. Yeah, they were in it for the err.. titillation and that's about it, so much for hashtag activism. Let's not forget that there are far more serious diseases, but the funding was directed only at ALS. Perhaps #stripforcancer can generate gazillions, some of which will be siphoned off anyway.

And this sort of hashtag activism also may lead to what the psychologists call Moral Licensing: a form of bargaining to whitewash current bad behaviour with past good ones. In other words, as mentioned here, "...when we are confident we have behaved well in the past, and our actions demonstrate compassion and generosity, we are more likely to explain away acts that are selfish, bigoted, or thoughtless." So, what if I killed a bunch of teens, I participated in the ice bucket challenge. Therefore does it really.....

Help or who cares anymore?

At most, all these activities aim to mainly just raise awareness. That alone does not help. There is more to just collecting a handful of money and shoving it into the safe of a medical facility... On the other hand, the activism of similar nature is just as good in collecting hates and malicious intent, just as fast.


And it also clearly indicates the nature of excitability, where the attention span of an average user is getting shorter and shorter. In turn, hashtag campaigns usually have a lifespan of a housefly. Take, for instance the campaign to save 200 Nigerian girls kidnapped by the Boko Haram group (#BringBackOurGirls) in 2014, millions have been contributed but after seven years, while some have escaped and were released, more than 100 of them are still missing. Most of those who participated must have forgotten the whole fiasco in the following year.

It doesn't help that the ones rescued became some sort of celebrities and their lives just got worst, they had to be protected, and in military or government control all the time.

While these form of activism had in the past also been used for defamation and condemnation, it can affect the leading activists themselves. Noted Internet savant, Aaron Swartz, 26, who at a very young age helped to shape the online stratosphere through his co-founding of RSS ( news feed) and Reddit (social news aggregation)... later committed suicide.

It is a well-known fact that at that time he was plagued by legal problems arising from his aggressive activism. Slactivism does not only has the capacity to hurt others, but also the initiators. Stigmatization, the break-up of relationship over misunderstanding and disagreement on the activism cause are some of the side effects.

Ultimately, everything evolves. There's a half-remembered quote from a film somewhere, where a character says, paraphrased, "governments change, the bullshit remains the same". Whereas, platforms for activism may move from the street to the palm of one's hand, and, in a near future, instructed from the mind itself – wanting a chorus of emotional participation to lift a finger (or press) for something someone thought is important can be both selfless and selfish.

As usual, history will be the best judge. Then, again, history used to be determined by victors... but that would be passe, history will also be determined by armchair cultural revisionist... and they will mostly be stuck at this rampant hashtag slactivism phase, and the sheer exhausting the number will perhaps have them themselves start their own hashtag campaign #stophashtagactivism.

Monday, March 01, 2021

Moving...pictures?

 


Note: Originally I wrote this piece for the Malaysia Box Office Facebook site on 20th November, 2020.. Plenty more cinemas have closed down after this piece, notably Golden Screen Cinema which shut down its theatres at Berjaya Times Square and Cheras Leisure Mall, I've added an emotional quote from Spielberg to conclude this err... plea?

The Covid 19/Coronavirus pandemic is not a local phenomenon (no, not like the immortal Selangor water woes), it had hit global community left, right and centre, yes, including the political leanings. No one is spared. Young, old, teens, or supporters of Manchester United... the virus is like the Terminator, only with Punk-ish points.

Speaking of water woes, the film fans, movie buffs and cinema aficionados world over face the somewhat the same situation, we are now bereft of any flicks to watch on big screen.

In Malaysia, we were saddened by the closure of MBO, and again, this is not a local issue. Britain's second-biggest cinema chain has drawn the curtain too. And in the mightly US of A, the Regal cinema is temporarily shutting its door and that is going to impact 40,000 employee in the US and 5,000 in Britain.

Most of the films that started out big, promising to smash across the big screens world over, have now pocketed their smugness and humbled themselves to smaller screens, may it be Netflix, or other OTT platform (Over The Top – referring to content provision through internet, not that highly forgettable Stallone flick). Smaller screen is the new black for filmmakers. Sad, but true. Or is it so?

And, does it look like Edison has won. Why?

There has been conflict as to who invented cinema. Well, like most stuff, it has always evolved from something. Cinema definitely had a very humble (probably smelly) beginning in dank caves where the men and women of neolithic age used shadow to tell stories. It's the same old concept today, except the audiences has grown from own family members, neighbours to the irreprehensible members from Star Trek conventions.

Most of the time, credit goes to the master inventor/thief, Tomas Alva Edison who invented the kinetoscope, a device where you can screw your eyes into a viewfinder and watch the reels. Of course, it feels voyeuristic, with the keyhole approach, but sitting with a the large crowd as enabled by the big screen innovation through the Frenchmen Lumiere brothers' invention of camera and projector.

With the cinemas industries lifespan uncertainties, we are back at watching small screens ala Edison who personalised watching moving images. Or will this be the future of cinema?

Take the case of The Irishmen, for example. Directed by Oscar-winning, possibly one of the greatest filmmaker in Hollywood, Martin Scorcese, it has the magnitude of a huge Hollywood epic, bringing in a team of brilliant casts, and genius crews (I can't vouch that for, say, the Key Grip, but hey...).

Apparently, the main reason why it went to Netflix, instead of letting screen bloods out for wider audience, is simply Scorcese wanted it to be so. He didn't want it to be on big screen where it was infested (my word, not his) with comic book heroes, and there is no place for more artistic presentations such as his. Apparently the studios have passed The Irishmen, a costly production, thinking that it will not be able to make back the dough enough for them to laugh their way to the bank like The Joker.

In addition to Scorcese, Guillermo del Toro, Alfonso Cuarón, Paul Greengrass, and the great David Fincher found second home there. This is just the beginning and it doesn't look good for big screen trade. And now the goddam virus is looking to end it all, or would it?

What is the next step of cinematic evolution as far as the silver screen is concerned? One of the possibilities are that it will still be kept alive as one of the profit centre arms by the non-traditional studio. In fact, the very Netflix has bought a cinema last year, somewhat saving the “ailing industry” as the linked article pointed out...It also could be that to qualify for Oscar nominations, films have to have run in an LA theatre for seven days.

Will the big studios give up on cinemas then, thus ensuring the death of the dear dream theatre of darkness and light? Not so, if the Scorcese's nightmares are to be kept alive. In fact, it is argued that low to mid-budget films may enjoy their run on small screen, but not so the biggies. Franchise flicks like Avengers and Tom Cruise's Mission Impossible (7 on the way), need the cash cow in form of mass ticket buying.

Right now, everyone is tied up at home, and the four walls is going to bore the heck out of them one day. There is a possibility that this is just suppressing the audience, and when the time comes for all to come out be in masses, there might be mass cinema door opening, in fact as mentioned by Tim Richards, founder and chief executive of cinema chain Vue International, in this piece:

“....Families, couples, individuals are being tied up at home for weeks or months now...When it is over there will be a demand to get out like we have never seen in history. There is no scenario after lockdown [where] people will say ‘I’m not going out, I’m staying in to watch Netflix’.....”

Post lockdown, will the audience, fed-up with claustrophobic smaller screen (no matter how big their TV screens are, they are not going to match the big screen... the ACTUAL big screen), push their way out to the cinemas? Or will they be consumed with post-Covid 19 paranoia and eschew anything involving crowd? Did Edison win this round, with personal film viewing snatching the trophy from mass gawking at the big screen?

Not too fast, Thomas... in addition to the content, its quality, its shape, size, taste whatever...what's missing is the experience. Sure, you can cook a gourmet meal at home, dim the light, light candle, and do the double role as a waiter with fake French accent and the “customer”... but will that be the same as in actual, proper, restaurant and saying (like in When Harry Met Sally, 1989, in case you are missing the reference) “I'll have what she's having”? In the theatre, everyone has the same thing.

Let us not even get started with the concessions, burn as much popcorn as you want at home, you are not going to get the same texture, aroma...most importantly, the taste you are going to get in the movie theatres. In fact, that is where the theatres really push their profit margin... Yes, its the goddam popcorn you are, err, popping that has been keeping the theatres alive, where the concessions contributes 85% to the profit.

Eating popcorn from that humongous tub, sucking carbonated drinks, heads stretched upwards staring at the screen, losing yourself amidst the caramel taste in your mouth is not an experience you are going to get at home, where you don't turn your mobile phones in silent mode, and your fellow audiences has too close a personal relationship with you.

And have opinions while watching the show.

Watching movies in a theatre is not a pastime. Its an experience. Its a ride for the audience to getaway from reality, a safe haven instead of alcohol and drugs, to be in the shadow, watching the light, being transported into a different world, now that the sound system and other innovations have been making the experience more visceral.

Let the OTTs be, but note that quality of the streaming will be questionable. Why? Well, here, it noted that the main players announced that they are reducing the picture quality in order to cut the data going to homes by 25% so that the Internet doesn't get bottlenecked.

Sounds familiar? Sounds like how the products' quality become less awesome as they become mass-produced? Soon, the produced films for OTT will be offered in inferior packages so the service providers don't have to do the quality reduction themselves. You don't get this just because this movie theatre screen is slightly smaller than the other. Edison's Kinetoscope didn't make it, Lumierre's invention did. Big screen is here to stay, it just has to evolve into something more awesome as half a century ago it went into widescreen and started stereo sounds that got audiences to start coming back in drove despite the wars, and the invasion of television at homes.

Cinemas in Malaysia is going through just that, some sort of continental drift, a big evolution that is going to make it much more awesome with newer innovations and most importantly, better experience for audiences, who are weary of indoor life, and are ready for that dark hall escapades.


Additional notes: 1st March 2020

It is good to add this quote from a piece by Spielberg who wrote eloquently and emotionally for Empire Magazine:

... In a movie theatre, you watch movies with the significant others in your life, but also in the company of strangers. That’s the magic we experience when we go out to see a movie or a play or a concert or a comedy act. We don’t know who all these people are sitting around us, but when the experience makes us laugh or cry or cheer or contemplate, and then when the lights come up and we leave our seats, the people with whom we head out into the real world don’t feel like complete strangers anymore. We’ve become a community, alike in heart and spirit, or at any rate alike in having shared for a couple of hours a powerful experience. That brief interval in a theatre doesn’t erase the many things that divide us: race or class or belief or gender or politics. But our country and our world feel less divided, less fractured, after a congregation of strangers have laughed, cried, jumped out their seats together, all at the same time. Art asks us to be aware of the particular and the universal, both at once. And that’s why, of all the things that have the potential to unite us, none is more powerful than the communal experience of the arts.....

I almost cried... 

Monday, February 15, 2021

Radio Goo-Goo....

In revisiting the first James Bond flick the other day, DR. NO (1962), there was a scene in the opening where a pretty gal tries to communicate with the British MI6 from Jamaica using a two-way radio. There were dials to turn till she got the connection correctly, and had to end her part of the ongoing conversation with “over” to let the other person speaking. It was a great way of talking, could have solved many marital woes if couples quarrelled over these devices, as I imagine it: 
Husband: Dear, I can't eat the breakfast. Over
Wife: What's wrong? Over.
Husbdand: Nothing, but..but...Over
Wife: But what???...Over
Husband: But the toast was burnt. Over 
Wife: I didn't do it on purpose, it was the cat that did it. It was after a mouse, the mouse was after the cheese, the cheese melted and …. 

Now, Imagine, the husband cannot interfere till she's done and says “over”. Less he packs up anticipating it and and leaves saying, “...you did say it was over...” But I digress. 

You see, February the 13th was International Radio day (two days ago). Unfortunately, it was overshadowed by February 14, the Impress Gals With Flowers and Chocolate day. It also happens to be my son's birthday, and what a terrible purpose-filled life his would be. Now, it's hard to tell, but has radio become less or more relevant today? It is still around, despite the fact that everything is audiovisual, plus effects.

Like this piece from the UN, nevertheless, that states: “....As the world changes, so too does radio – evolving as it records humanity’s history by following and adapting to societal developments. This has been extremely clear during the coronavirus crisis, where, among other things, the medium has made it possible to ensure the continuity of learning and fight against misinformation....” 

Growing up in the plantation, the radio was integral for us, indeed, it was almost soundtrack of our life in retrospect. The station may, perhaps, be playing a beautiful song about a girl's pretty face, which is compared compared to flower; and imagine at that time your mom found out that you finished the pastries she made for tea slightly after lunch, and all hell broke loose. 

Which means, when you are a forty-year-old overworked accountant listening to mp3s in your iPod on with an urgent rendevous with a commode (iPoop?), this song pops up and that scary memory overwhelms you, and suddenly everything shrinks to the point of requiring a pincer for extrication. Thank you, radio. But forget about music, there were plenty of dramas. 

No, I don't mean interviews with people you don't know and don't care where the most drama is when someone tries to find the right word. This is the high point of listening to radio, where searching for words the DJ lets music play while a monkey winds his key. 

Back then, there were plays on the radio. In case of Tamil language stations which we were listning to, the voice actors would be belting out their best imitation of Sivaji Ganesan or Savithiri which can be nauseating at some point, though as kids we are not actually listening to them, we were just hearing them in the background possibly because we are probably studying, or playing, or in my younger brother's case, having another encounter with a goddam snake

Yes, take any generations from now to back in most decades last century, radio became the chief most nostalgia-sentiment maker. The radio of these days are mostly driving companions. When I was driving Grab (e-hailing) for six months recently, I'd switch on Bernama radio, a news station with lots and lotsa interviews, some interesting, some boring...but keeps my mind active and most to let the passenger know that they have a driver who's awake.. 

Occasionally, I gathered up enough guts to foray into other stations only to be blown to smithereens of guilt particles. The same “I gotta rush to the loo” hurried presentation, or deejay-ing, and jokes by the DJs that are about as hilarious as watching grapes in the process of becoming raisins.
 
Things actually got worst at the other stations compared to what I wrote almost two frickin' decades ago here (VCD was big, back then): “...The shows in the station is becoming the marketing tool of many companies. Marketing is a far too sophisticated and polite a word to these self-inflated, smart-as-a-pirated-VCD-vendor promoters, who are usually the founder or the chairman. The presenter and the promoter take turn in rephrasing their one sentence structure, into various versions of praises and boasts.

At times I would wonder who the real presenter, I mean the promoter, is. Hell, who cares anymore....” 

How dumb I was those days. I was wrong to think of radio stations as a marketing tool for many companies. Stupid prophecy. Actually, radio stations have now become is a marketing weapon, and sex toy for many companies – by which I mean, the companies throwing PR assaults on us and pleasuring self using the broadcasting tool. 

But I believe in evolution. Everything evolves, to stay constant is to stay irrelevant. Radio is evolving into a beast that I am no longer familiar with. It will not exist the same way, now that online radio stations and free podcasts are becoming equally popular. Unlike back in days where you had too few stations to choose from, these days of radio-sphere is filled with millions of stations online, on-air, in your car, bursting out from your mobile devices, barking in echo from shopping malls... and yet, they are not crystalised enough for one to bring to the grave with those sentiments and nostalgia attached.

I am wrong of course, and I am not even mourning over the fact that what was once integral, is now just something we integrate. It's like, we still have James Bond and Batman, who are no longer event makers, but just plain contents. 

Speaking of James Bond, remember the girl with the radio communication device from Dr. No I was mentioning at the opening of this article? Yeah, she got shot immediately in the scene. Bullet through the right boobs. There's something symbolic about radio being no longer about communications, and something dying in the heart of the entertainment business. Or maybe I am just sad that a cute gal got her boobies shot on screen.

Matt the Cat And The Vet

  Note:; The poem is my own... the picture, though, was AI prompted. There was once a cat Whose name Matthew or Matt He went to see a vet Co...