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Friday, January 28, 2005

literary aflictionados

For the one or two people who read the poetry section (hi, mom!), I've added a few more. If you can spot the new ones, you win a sense of smug self-satisfaction.

By the way, if anybody feels like stealing one of my poems and submitting it to a publisher of some sort, go right ahead. I think you'll find that these days the world is giving poetry a finger wave and a sardonic "whoo hoo".

My real advice to all you clepto-files out there is that if you're going to steal, do it right. Turn a poem into a pop song, add a pounding beat, and gyrate your way to stardom.

And in closing, my apologies to the g-raters out there for the lone quasi-expletive in one of them. It just didn't seem to work without it. You can lambaste me at jlbarkey@hotmail.com if you want, but the truth is I know you're now going to actually read the poems just to find it (evil laugh).

Thursday, January 20, 2005

The End of the World

Well, folks, I guess this is goodbye. Things are looking seriously iffy so I thought I had better get my farewells and adieus bidded before the internet crashes. What the heck am I talking about? Well, it’s tough to know exactly where to start. Here’s a pared-down list:

*Breeding Like Rabbits: in 1960, the population of the world was around three billion people. Today it’s over six billion and growing fast.

*Everything is One: homogenization is hyper-accelerated, due to the interconnectivity of everything. My friend Dan Fast, who lives with natives in remote jungle locations in Peru, told me this past year that he heard a couple of tribesmen arguing about how much RAM they had in their hard drive. Furthermore, when I went on a white-water kayaking trip down the Urubamba river (read: middle of nowhere) waaaay back in ninety-seven, a Machiguenga villager going the other way in a dugout canoe pulled out a disposable camera and took my picture. And one Asian country that had over two thousand varieties of rice fifty years ago is now down to FIVE. It’s a Coca-Cola world, my friends, and masato is a thing of the past.

*The Bakers are Eating all the Pies: Twenty percent of the population of the world is using eighty-five percent of its resources. Somewhere around three billion people are living on two dollars a day or less. “Oh, well, the cost of living is higher here”, you say. Well, yes, I suppose you would say that, you arrogant dink.

*Watch that Thermometer: There is a rapidly growing consensus in the scientific community that global temperatures are increasing at rates unprecedented in the last hundred thousand years. Glaciers worldwide are almost ALL receding, the ocean levels are rising daily, and moisture is becoming quite localized. Deserts are expanding, lakes are shrinking, and people are getting thirsty. Massive brushfires are breaking out in Africa and in the Americas. What is more, the current administration of United States of America staunchly refuses to sign the Kyoto accord, an attempt to reduce greenhouse gasses (of which the U.S. is the greatest producer). It is generally thought that their refusal to do so is predicated on the fact that it would lower their GDP by point-five to two-point-five percent.

*The Microbes Strike Back: Because bananas can go from Costa Rica to England in days, so can any of the myriad of tough diseases that are bouncing around. You think you’re invulnerable to AIDs because you’ve never been to Africa and live in small-town Saskatchewan? What about the trucker who stops by for a cup of coffee and gives your morally licentious Aunt Thelma a meaningful wink? Do you always put on gloves when Aunt Thelma cuts herself in the kitchen? Huh? Do ya?

*Boom: The explosion of global connectivity has proved nearly impossible to regulate. This creates a new kind of economic tyrant who can do whatever he wants, and gives marginalized groups of naughty people (i.e. terrorists of all kinds) opportunities to wreak havoc on a much broader scale - add this to all sorts of freak, destructive new weather patterns, widespread disease, rampant pollution, the decline of ecological diversity, and the fact that when people get hungry enough, they get violent - and you have the recipe for human nitroglycerin.

Doom, doom, doom - Boom! Am I exaggerating? Not about that list of catastrophes, but maybe about the end of the world. It doesn’t have to end like this, you know. We could stop being selfish. We could start putting others before ourselves (or if not that, then at least even with us). We could give up our self-destructive ways and live smaller, humbler, less exciting lives.

Ah, but who am I kidding? That will never happen. I’ll never give up my sweet-action, bright-red 1991 Honda Civic Hatchback and you’ll never give up your fast food fries. I guess I’ll see you on the flip side. Bye.

Got an angry comment? Write to jlbarkey@hotmail.com.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

this morning

I don't have a blank canvas in the house, and it's starting to bug me. I was waiting for a particularily-sized one to come into the store, but it hasn't and so I'm reduced to updating, which is always arduous.

I think I'll share a snippet of glory: yesterday in the produce section of the grocery store I saw a sparrow playing in a mini-fountain amongst the broccoli and lettuce, totally oblivious to the stressed-out middle-aged shoppers.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

poor little bugger

A respectable dude has raised a question regarding the phrase written on my most recent painting "poor little bugger, he never had a chance". His concern is legitimate, so I thought I'd post a bit of what I wrote in response.

As a canadian living in Canada, it may be assumed that I am an idiot when it comes to vulgar british terminology. I supposed it was presumptuous of me to assume that the term doesn't really mean "sodomist" any more when someone uses it in our culture.

Furthermore, I intended for the statement to be read as if it was made by some random narrator standing behind the painter. Although I may not like his language, I certainly approve of his sentiment.

Or, I could have just been saying it because it (that is - branding small children) really upsets me, and I don't mind letting it be known. Even Jesus, the pinnacle of moral perfection, used strong language from time to time to get a point across. I don't really know where to draw the line on that sort of thing, but perhaps I'll just leave it up to El Jefe to judge my heart.

Know this, however, that my primary intention is never to offend people, because people are super. I like them so much, in fact, that I sometimes feel obliged to scream when I think they're hurting themselves.

Sorry if I crossed a line. It's not a pretty picture - I don't like doing it!

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

the prince

I just got back from a weekend tree planting meeting in the frozen northlands of British Columbia. I am not free, of course, to divulge the content of those meetings. If I did, I'd get a visit from a guy (Glenn) who gets sent out to break legs.

Suffice it to say that it was a grand time and that everybody who deserved it got made fun of. At the end of it all, I got to go snowmobiling, which is destructive to the environment but a lot of fun.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

jon, jon the printer's son

I don't know who you are, or why you're reading this, but isn't this site great? Let's all give a hand to Jon, the brain behind this masterpiece, and the perpetrator of many lovely changes and streamlinings. What a swell guy. Send him money.

Actually, while that would be a good idea, perhaps you should instead focus on sending money for tsunami relief. It is difficult, given the disassociating power of television, to really care on an emotional, personal level. One thing the TV doesn't diminish, however, is our ability to write cheques. So get on it. Do it now.

Happy New Year, start it off right.