My sharp-eyed son spotted this little wonder of creation on a walk in the woods yesterday. #amazeballs #shrooms #snailfrenzy
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My sharp-eyed son spotted this little wonder of creation on a walk in the woods yesterday. #amazeballs #shrooms #snailfrenzy
“Yes, well, a day of planting burns the caloric equivalent of running a half marathon, and the simple fact is that without mainlining honey all day, there really isn’t any way you’re gonna be able to replenish that just through eating.“ "So what do I do?” I asked. “Slowly degenerate,” he shrugged, as he crammed another piece of syrup-drenched bacon into his mouth.“
- POUNDERS (the novel), available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/pounders-Josh-Barkey/dp/1530403464
A website about screenwriting, art-creation, and love-making during the Age of Trumpocalypse.
In which I give Pastors and Preachers the opportunity to prove their sincerity...
This is a blog about making love to the whole wide world as a poet, painter, photographer, screenwriter, and all around artist.
I predicted this malfeasance! Now I predict the future Trumpocalypse!
President Drumpf
I'm calling it: I think Hillary'll go against him and then her scandals will catch up to her at the last moment, and Trump'll be basically the only candidate and he'll win and it'll plunge us into a totalitarian nightmare that'll be fantastically-motivating for artists and writers, right up until the moment when we all start "disappearing."
All empires crumble. Especially ones where selfishness and violence are extolled.
Our turn to fade.
First off you've gotta know that I'm a huge fan of J.J. Abrams' work. If you were to ask me what sort of film-making career I'd like to have, I'd be almost too embarrassed to admit how much I admire him and would like to go back in time and steal his mojo. The dude started in the movie business when he was sixteen, and his early drama REGARDING HENRY was one of the only films that has ever made me cry. His FOREVER YOUNG was a tearjerker, too (eat a cow pat, haters), and of course he also wrote MISSION IMPOSSIBLE: III and SUPER 8, and created ALIAS and LOST and FRINGE and cetera, and cetera. The man's a story-making machine, and I have enjoyed absolutely every filmed entertainment I've seen that he's had a hand in—including this month's STAR WARS movie. So it's with zero percent pleasure that I tell you that in my opinion (massive critical consensus be danged) the new STAR WARS movie is not a great movie, and will not be remembered as such down through the ages...
josh barkey: STAR WARS EPISODE VII: THE FORCE kinda AWAKENS
Squirrel Alfredo Pizza: http://www.joshbarkey.com/2015/10/squirrel-alfredo-pizza.html
At nine in the evening on the twelfth of October, the junkies, dealers, pimps, and prostitutes were only just beginning to congregate in full force in front of the Carnegie Center on Main and Hastings, catty-corner to the Vancouver Police Museum. Many locals—the ones with addictions more manageable, hidden, and socially acceptable (like say, for example, shoes)—believed this ironic juxtaposition of law and disorder was a sure sign that the rag-tag denizens of this corner were thumbing their chafed and dripping noses at all that was good and decent in This Great City. It proved, at the very least, that this human blight was at some basic level the direct consequence of the deliberate, asocial choices of the streetwalkers. These were not animals, after all. They were there—across from a symbol of law, order, and civic responsibility—by choice. To demonstrate they were aware and disapproved of this fact, the upstanding citizens of the city of Vancouver made it a point to drive their vehicles straight through this intersection (doors locked, of course), even when it would have been significantly less repulsive to go around. They were realists, after all, and this was part of the reality of living in a city ranked by The Economist magazine as the "World's Most Livable City of 2011." You cannot expect to have such superb living conditions—lovely natural surroundings, exceptional infrastructure, beautiful people, and a relatively low population density—without a bit of fraying at the edges. Nicole remembered this as she reached up with her left hand to pull her black, crushed-wool pea coat a little more tightly to her neck. She drove slowly across the intersection; pausing briefly to avoid coming too close to a heavily bearded man who was zig-zagging in the general direction of the opposite curb. Nicole was a beautiful, talented, well-educated young woman. This was her night—well, one of them, anyways—and she wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of a fabulous time with her likewise fabulous friends.
josh barkey: A Grizzly Bear on Columbia Street
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A retired schoolteacher takes matters into her own hands when the law comes to collect her troubled grandson.
The day before the video of the murder of Walter Scott came out, the headline for an article about the event in the local Charleston paper read "Attorney: North Charleston police officer felt threatened before fatal shooting." Under that headline was the grinning face of the (white) writer, Andrew Knapp. And blown up big under Knapp's picture was an official photograph of police officer Michael Slager, clean cut and smiling in front of an American flag. Then came the first words of the article. The lead. The thing-being-presented-as-the-takeaway: "A North Charleston police officer felt threatened last weekend when the driver he had stopped for a broken brake light tried to overpower him and take his Taser. That's why Patrolman 1st Class Michael Thomas Slager, a former Coast Guardsman, fatally shot the man, the officer's attorney said Monday." Listen up people, and listen good: IT MATTERS WHAT YOU LEAD WITH...
josh barkey: Walter Scott and the Big, White Lie
An old friend of mine just posted a link on Facebook to a Fox News post entitled "Gun-Toting Good Samaritan Thwarts Car-Jacking," with the tagline, "This is why." He did this because he really likes guns, and has had personal experiences that lead him to think it's better and safer for him to have a concealed-carry permit and a handgun when he's out and about. I, on the other hand, really don't like guns (at least, not in the Fox News sense), and think that an armed citizenry is a recipe for escalation and more bullets flying through the air into people (which I hate). So we banter about this sometimes (but not too much, because the internet is a ridonkulous place to banter about things you actually care about). And-but-so-nonetheless... it's Easter. And Easter (if you didn't know) is a time where Christians remember Jesus' resurrection and reassure each other about the hope that this gives them (exactly what it gives them hope for is as varied as are Christians)... which got me thinking that since there's this very vocal sub-set of Christians who love Fox News and guns and believe in American Supremacy so-help-us-God, well, I figured I'd just cut-and-paste my two bits from my latest Facebook-banter with my friend over to here, to apprise the un-enlightened of the fact that there are indeed those of us who are not fans of Fox News, or guns, or American Supremacy, or (gasp) the Republican Party (or in fact any party that doesn't involve sparklers and cinnamon buns), who nonetheless somehow still identify as Christian. Here ya go: 'I'm just saying that anecdotal evidence isn't useful for policy or decision-making, and can always be discounted as a statistical anomaly. My GUESS would be that statistics as a whole would suggest that on average, armed civilians exacerbate high-tension situations. I don't actually know... but my FEELING is that no matter what the arguments are one way or another, the compassionate response would NEVER be to cheer gun violence of any kind. In this case, the perp. wasn't killed (thank God). But I see too many instances of people actually CHEERING (loudly, on facebook) for the wounding or death of another human being. I don't think you've ever done that, [name redacted]... just not cool with the whole boo-rah violence thing that does go on. If violence is used, I think it should ALWAYS be a last resort and, after it's over, a matter for great sorrow - NOT celebration (again - not something YOU have done on here... just something that I see often that makes me really sad). It's interesting that they used the term 'Good Samaritan.' Can you imagine if Jesus told the story in THAT way? That a man was traveling and was set upon by bandits, and then a Good Samaritan came along and killed them all with his sword. Not likely.'
josh barkey: Bang, Bang, You're Dead (in the name of Jesus - amen)
Yesterday I read a really great film script that I hated but I read it anyway. It was called "Everybody Wants Everything" and it was a comedy, and a drama, and a story about a married, middle-aged guy who has an almost-sorta-kinda affair (ok, yes—it was an actual affair; stop trying to let yourself off the hook here, dirt-bag middle-aged guy). About a third of the way through I almost stopped reading and then again at about two thirds of the way through, because Affair-dude and his Affair-ee kept spouting this modern-day BS about "what if people weren't made to commit to other people and what about my feelings, and shouldn't I be able to screw around if I really, really want to?" I have a visceral response when people try to use evolutionary biology or self-actualization hippie-yoga nonsense to justify burning down the house, just so Mommy can't tell you not to play in the back yard with the local, I don't know, crack dealer...
josh barkey: everybody wants everything
This past Monday I was assigned a group of four little boys to watch out for on my son's field trip to the Schiele Natural History museum in Gastonia, North Carolina. After leaping our way from one exhibit to the next, we met up with the rest of the first graders in a big, empty conference room. Bagged lunches were distributed, and my son and the three others in our group sat down to eat. We were talking about the things we'd seen, Minecraft, and other whatnots, when out of the blue this one little toe-headed kid says it... "Girls get uglier as they get older." I'm talking seriously out of nowhere. The kind of out of nowhere that has you stabbing a drink-straw into your eye to make sure you are, indeed, still awake. "No!" I blurted, because somebody needed to say it.
josh barkey: "girls get uglier as they get older"