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The Outlaw Ocean: Journeys Across the Last Untamed Frontier by Ian Urbina
9 dash line, Airbnb, British Empire, clean water, Costa Concordia, crowdsourcing, Exxon Valdez, failed state, Filipino sailors, forensic accounting, global value chain, illegal immigration, invisible hand, John Markoff, Jones Act, Julian Assange, Malacca Straits, Maui Hawaii, New Journalism, offshore financial centre, pattern recognition, Peter Thiel, Silicon Valley, Skype, South China Sea, standardized shipping container, statistical arbitrage, UNCLOS, UNCLOS, union organizing, Upton Sinclair, WikiLeaks, William Langewiesche
Korea May End Search for Missing Fishermen off Russia,” Yonhap News Agency, Dec. 19, 2014; Kim Soo-yeon, “South Korea Set to End Search for Missing Crew of Sunken Trawler,” Yonhap News Agency, Dec. 29, 2014; “Survivors of Sunken Oryong Trawler Come Home,” KBS World News, Dec. 26, 2014; “Third Day of Storms Hamper Rescue Efforts for Sunken South Korean Trawler,” Sputnik News Service, Dec. 8, 2014; Kim Tong-Hyung, “11 More Bodies Recovered near Sunken SKorean Ship,” Associated Press, Dec. 3, 2014; “Three of 13 Filipino Seafarers in Korean Trawler Sinking Come Home,” ForeignAffairs.co.nz, Jan. 8, 2015; “Trawler Wreck Worst Maritime Accident in Recent Years in Far East,” Interfax: Russian & CIS General Newswire, April 2, 2015; “Two Seaborne Aircraft to Join Search for Oryong-501 Crew—Navy Commander,” Interfax: Russia & CIS General Newswire, Dec. 10, 2014; “US Rescue Teams Join Search for Missing S. Korea Boat Crew,” Agence France-Presse, Dec. 2, 2014; “U.S.
Banana: The Fate of the Fruit That Changed the World. London: Plume, 2009. Kraus, Scott D., and Rosalind M. Rolland. The Urban Whale: North Atlantic Right Whales at the Crossroads. Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard University Press, 2007. Laist, David W., Amy R. Knowlton, James G. Mead, Anne S. Collet, and Michael Podesta. “Collisions Between Ships and Whales.” Marine Mammal Science 17, no. 1 (2006): 35–75. Lamvik, Gunnar M. “The Filipino Seafarer: A Life Between Sacrifice and Shopping.” PhD diss., Norwegian University of Science and Technology, 2002. Langewiesche, William. The Outlaw Sea: Chaos and Crime on the World’s Oceans. London: Granta Books, 2005. Lanier, Frank. Jack Tar and the Baboon Watch: A Guide to Curious Nautical Knowledge for Landlubbers and Sea Lawyers Alike. New York: McGraw-Hill Education, 2015. Laskier, Frank.
They had signed contracts in English, a language they did not speak. Typically, their salary was about $235 per month—a fraction of the minimum wage required under law, at least while they worked in New Zealand’s waters. From this wage, labor agents deducted expenses like “currency variations,” “transfer fees,” and medical checkups, which, in some instances, amounted to 30 percent of their earnings. Indonesian and Filipino sailors from the sunken Oyang 70 wait in line to leave New Zealand in August 2010. To get the jobs, the men often had paid over $175 in fees—more than a month’s salary for some. And as collateral, they often handed over their most prized possessions to ensure the completion of their two-year contracts: home deeds, car registrations, and in one case the land grant certificate for a community mosque.
Deep Sea and Foreign Going by Rose George
Admiral Zheng, air freight, Airbus A320, Albert Einstein, bank run, cable laying ship, Captain Sullenberger Hudson, Costa Concordia, Edward Lloyd's coffeehouse, Exxon Valdez, failed state, Filipino sailors, global supply chain, Google Earth, intermodal, Jones Act, London Whale, Malacca Straits, Panamax, pattern recognition, profit maximization, Skype, trade route, UNCLOS, UNCLOS, urban planning, WikiLeaks, William Langewiesche
I unearth the unused backgammon set in the officers’ saloon and begin to play Marius daily, with him maintaining throughout a deliberately destabilizing commentary that conveys his level of fatigue better than an academic survey could: not too tired, extremely irritating. Exhausted, he is tolerable. The Filipinos play computer games and sing. It is common to climb the accommodation house stairs to the faint caterwauling of a Journey song in a Tagalog accent. Perhaps other entertainment happens behind cabin doors too: in a paper entitled ‘The Filipino Seafarer: A Life between Sacrifice and Shopping’, the Norwegian academic Gunnar Lamvik revealed the alarming practice among Filipino seafarers of slicing open their penis with a razor and implanting ball-bearings or coffee beans. The implants are called bolitas, and the logic behind their use is flexible. Either they keep wives from straying by enhancing their sexual pleasure, or they are useful for attracting Brazilian prostitutes. This ‘secret weapon of the Filipinos’, wrote Lamvik, has something to do with the fact that ‘the Filipinos are so small, and the Brazilian women are so big’.
There are only 20 men and one woman – Pinky the cook – employed on Kendal, a fact that would baffle anyone working on a military ship, where thousands can live. I’m surprised to find a woman on board when only two per cent of seafarers are female, but I’m glad to see her too. The officers’ nationalities are mixed, but the crew – non-officers – are all Filipino. This is to be expected: Filipinos make up more than a third of all crews worldwide. A quarter of a million of them are at sea. They are popular, a Filipino seafarer once told me, because ‘we are cheap and speak good English’. They are the new Malays, who were the new lascars – Asian seafarers widely employed up until the Second World War – and they will probably be replaced by the next wave of cheaper English-speaking crews. Introductions: the bo’sun is Elvis. A marine factory foreman, he rules the realm of manual labour in which all the crew work. Beneath him is Julius Jefferson, a muscled able seaman (AB) named after the US President, Ordinary Seaman Dilbert, an electrician named Pedro, and Denis the painter, whose job is to chip rust, then paint, chip rust, then paint.
Sometimes seafarers give him fistfuls of dollars and send him off to shop for them. The faith is two-way. His is a ministry of small gestures with great impact. A SIM card, a battery, a gift for a man who has spent yet another Christmas at sea. At Christmas, Immingham’s centre delivers 1300 shoeboxes of donated gifts to seafarers. In mid-January there are boxes still left over from the Christmas deliveries, so Colum approaches a group of Filipino seafarers sitting near the fountain. The fountain has toy penguins perched on its edge. They were in the Christmas crib, says Colum, as if that is normal. He asks who was at sea for Christmas, then gives a box to a seafarer named Jude, who seems pleased. He has time to talk, and as is usual with seafarers, big things arrive quickly into the conversation, so that Jude tells us he has yet to meet his youngest son, Elijah, born four months ago.
Dangerous Waters: Modern Piracy and Terror on the High Seas by John S. Burnett
British Empire, cable laying ship, Dava Sobel, defense in depth, Exxon Valdez, Filipino sailors, illegal immigration, Khyber Pass, low earth orbit, Malacca Straits, North Sea oil, South China Sea, transcontinental railway, UNCLOS, UNCLOS
Brian Orrell, NUMAST General Secretary, claimed that often “captains are a convenient target in the absence of owners, operators, or charterers who can hide behind brass-plate companies many thousands of miles from their own countries.” The Prestige was owned in Greece through Liberia, registered in the Bahamas, classed in the United States, chartered by a Swiss-based Russian company with offices in London, crewed by Greek and Filipino seafarers, sailing from Latvia to Singapore, sank off Spain, and also polluted beaches in France. NUMAST Telegraph, December 2002. 13 The complete report can be found at the State of Alaska’s website: http://www.oilspill.state.ak 14 Following 9-11, the International Maritime Organization recommended that ship operators appoint a ship security officer who would assess the potential threat in ports, terminals, and sea areas on ship’s voyages.
In the Devil's Garden: A Sinful History of Forbidden Food by Stewart Lee Allen
It started one day in August when some cops found five headless dogs lying in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. As the officers stood puzzling over the situation (now if I were a dog, where would I hide my head?), they noticed a number of Asians armed with bows and arrows wandering about. The dogs, it seemed, belonged to the Laotians in the gustatory sense. The incident appeared in the papers, and overnight Californians realized that a tribe of quasi-cannibals had invaded their state. Filipino sailors were accused of sneaking into suburbs for nocturnal dog hunts. A lady in Sacramento discovered her children’s favorite pooch hanging by its tail at a neighborhood barbecue, skinned, flayed, and waiting for the kiss of the smoking grill. A San Francisco man found his spaniel in a Chinese neighbor’s garage under suspicious circumstances. A law protecting pets was immediately proposed. Politicians fumed, immigrant groups rationalized, and a brown-and-white springer spaniel named Ringo appeared before the California Assembly wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with “I’m for Loving NOT for EATING!”
The Desert and the Sea: 977 Days Captive on the Somali Pirate Coast by Michael Scott Moore
Albert Einstein, British Empire, clean water, Columbine, drone strike, European colonialism, Filipino sailors, fixed income, half of the world's population has never made a phone call, Nelson Mandela, South China Sea, UNCLOS
The Step Up people hadn’t mentioned that. “We make two hundred and fifty dollars a month,” said Arnel, still using the present tense, because, even as hostages, the men expected to be paid through the end of their contracts. He added, in a sweet, ironic-dolorous tone, “Small money!” Step Up Marine Enterprise later changed its name on the shop at the mall, and its owner, Victor Lim, was charged with trafficking Filipino sailors in another case. Other Naham 3 crewmen would tell similar recruitment stories. And now they were hostages in Somalia, where pirates were happy to treat them like thieves. A number of pirate bosses had boarded the Naham 3 when it anchored in Hobyo, and they beat the Chinese crew with broom handles. They interrogated the Filipinos, who spoke English. “One man aimed a rifle at me from behind,” said Ferdinand.
The confusion by Neal Stephenson
correlation does not imply causation, dark matter, Fellow of the Royal Society, Filipino sailors, invisible hand, Isaac Newton, out of africa, Socratic dialogue, South China Sea, spice trade, urban planning, web of trust
The Tsar, having settled that much, brushed past the Doctor on his way to greet George Louis. Book 4 Bonanza Japan MAY 1700 DAPPA EXCHANGED MALABAR-WORDS with three black sailors who had just hauled in the sounding-lead, then turned toward the poop deck and gave van Hoek a certain look. The captain stretched out a mangled hand towards the bow, then let it fall. A pair of Filipino sailors swung mauls, dislodging a pair of chocks, and the head of the ship pitched upward slightly as it was relieved of the weight of the anchors. Their chains rumbled through hawse-holes for a moment, making a sound like Leviathan clearing its throat. Then chains gave way to soft cables of manila that slithered and hissed across the deck for quite a few moments, gathering force, until everyone abovedecks began to doubt if the Malabari sailors with the sounding-lead had really gotten it right.
Yours affectionately, Leibniz Book 4 Bonanza The Pacific Ocean LATE 1700 AND EARLY 1701 Such are the Diseases and Terrors of the long Calms, where the Sea stagnates and corrupts for Want of Motion; and by the Strength of the Scorching Sun stinks and poisons the distrest Mariners, who are rendered unactive, and disabled by Scurvies, raging and mad with Calentures and Fevers, and drop into Death in such a Manner, that at last the Living are lost, for Want of the Dead, that is, for want of Hands to work the Ship. —DANIEL DEFOE, A Plan of the English Commerce M INERVA DROPPED ANCHOR below the burning mountain of Griga in the Marian Islands on the fifth of September. The next day the Shaftoe boys and a squad of Filipino sailors went ashore and ascended to the rim of a secondary cinder-cone on the western slope of the mountain proper. They established a watch-post there, within sight of Minerva. For two days they flew a single flag, which meant We are here, and still alive. The next day it was two flags, which meant We have seen sails coming out of the west, and the day after that it was three, meaning It is the Manila Galleon.
Moby-Duck: The True Story of 28,800 Bath Toys Lost at Sea and of the Beachcombers, Oceanographers, Environmentalists, and Fools, Including the Author, Who Went in Search of Them by Donovan Hohn
carbon footprint, clean water, collective bargaining, dark matter, Deng Xiaoping, Exxon Valdez, Filipino sailors, Google Earth, illegal immigration, indoor plumbing, intermodal, Isaac Newton, means of production, microbiome, Panamax, Pearl River Delta, post-Panamax, profit motive, Skype, standardized shipping container, statistical model, Thorstein Veblen, traveling salesman
Wolfgang Rosenthal, a scientist at the European Space Agency, which studies sea conditions via satellite, estimates that two “large ships” sink every week on average. Most of these, he says, “simply get put down to ‘bad weather.’ ” “The shipping industry is decades behind the airline industry” in its management of risk, says Geoffrey Gill, the maritime attorney I’d spoken with. Why? “Because there are no passengers, and because most merchant mariners these days are Filipino. A lot of people don’t seem to care if twenty-five Filipino sailors drown.” And drown they do. How many, exactly? Nobody knows for sure, but the number of accidental seafaring fatalities appears to exceed one thousand lives per year, and the number-one cause of death is believed to be drowning. Maritime losses—of cargo, vessels, digits, limbs, life—are enough to fill a few pages of the Lloyd’s List weekly Casualty Report. There are accounts of collisions, of fires, of piracy.
Countdown: Our Last, Best Hope for a Future on Earth? by Alan Weisman
air freight, Albert Einstein, anti-communist, Ayatollah Khomeini, Berlin Wall, Bretton Woods, British Empire, call centre, carbon footprint, clean water, colonial rule, David Attenborough, demographic transition, Deng Xiaoping, El Camino Real, epigenetics, Filipino sailors, Haber-Bosch Process, happiness index / gross national happiness, haute couture, housing crisis, ice-free Arctic, Ignaz Semmelweis: hand washing, illegal immigration, immigration reform, Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC), land reform, liberation theology, load shedding, Louis Pasteur, Mahatma Gandhi, megacity, Menlo Park, new economy, oil shale / tar sands, out of africa, Pearl River Delta, planetary scale, Ponzi scheme, race to the bottom, Ronald Reagan, Satyajit Das, Silicon Valley, South China Sea, stem cell, Stephen Hawking, Stewart Brand, unemployed young men, upwardly mobile, urban sprawl, Whole Earth Catalog, WikiLeaks
Joan Castro, grew up in an Igorot family in indigenous northern Luzon, so deep in the mountains that she’d never tasted shrimp or crab until she traveled seven hours to Manila to study medicine. Her mother was one of seven, her father one of eleven. When they married, boar, deer, and river eel were already growing scarce, so they held themselves to four and taught their children why. Castro planned to study obstetrics, but in the 1990s, growing numbers of OFWs were returning infected with HIV—especially Filipino sailors, working the flagships of practically every maritime nation. After graduating, she ran an AIDS counseling hotline, phones being the safest way in a homophobic Catholic country for a frightened person to approach a doctor about sexually transmitted disease. The program was underwritten by USAID, and young Joan Castro caught the eye of Leona D’Agnes, an American public health specialist. After years in Thailand and Indonesia, D’Agnes had come to the Philippines to begin a branch of PATH,4 an international family-planning foundation.
The Man Who Knew Infinity: A Life of the Genius Ramanujan by Robert Kanigel
Albert Michelson, Arthur Eddington, Augustin-Louis Cauchy, British Empire, computer age, Copley Medal, creative destruction, Fellow of the Royal Society, Filipino sailors, Frederick Winslow Taylor, Isaac Newton, Mahatma Gandhi, New Journalism, Norbert Wiener, Paul Erdős, the market place, upwardly mobile
The spouses of breast cancer victims, aching with worry and despair, come down sick more than controls. Neurotransmitter receptors occupy sites on cells of the immune system, making for a natural communications link between the two systems. Stress—overwork? worry? loneliness?—the evidence powerfully suggests, can weaken the immune system and offer a ripe field for disease. One study found that Filipino sailors serving in the American navy—typically away from home for years at a time, and for much longer than other sailors—were more TB-prone than other sailors. Researchers concluded that “emotional stress associated with separation from family and friends”—simple loneliness—may well have contributed. Could Ramanujan’s vegetarianism, made harder to nutritionally maintain by chaotic eating habits and food shortages, have set him up for the disease?
Seveneves by Neal Stephenson
clean water, Colonization of Mars, Danny Hillis, digital map, double helix, epigenetics, fault tolerance, Fellow of the Royal Society, Filipino sailors, gravity well, Isaac Newton, Jeff Bezos, kremlinology, Kuiper Belt, low earth orbit, microbiome, orbital mechanics / astrodynamics, phenotype, Potemkin village, pre–internet, random walk, remote working, selection bias, side project, Silicon Valley, Skype, statistical model, Stewart Brand, supervolcano, the scientific method, Tunguska event, zero day, éminence grise
But by the same token she hoped it would seem impressive to the new arrivals, who showed up right on time for their appointment. They had arrived several hours ago on a passenger capsule launched from Cape Canaveral: long enough for their antinausea meds to kick in and for them to pull themselves together a little bit. It was a small contingent from the Philippines: a scientist who had been working on genetically modified strains of rice, a sociologist who had been working with Filipino sailors who spent their whole lives on cargo freighters—she’d be working with Luisa, presumably—and a pair of Arkies who, judging from looks, were from ethnic groups as different as Icelanders were from Sicilians. One of them was carrying the inevitable beer cooler. As Moira knew perfectly well—for she did this at least once a day—it contained sperm, ova, and embryos collected from donors scattered around the country of origin—in this case, the Philippines.