Monday, February 19, 2018

welcome to JOSHBARKEY dot com

Hi. I'm Josh Barkey. 

I'm pretty eclectically-creative, but my main focus is screenwriting. 

Mini-Me!
In the summer of 2015 I produced my first feature-length film, PINK. I've also had a number of short films produced, like TWO FOR TEA and LOCKER 212. And I co-directed a fun little no-budget short film called GNOMES, which stars my seven-year-old son. I've currently got another feature film and a handful of shorts in various stages of pre-production-slash-development. My screenplays have done pretty well in competitions, with a winner in the Page Screenwriting contest, a finalist in the Nashville Film Festival and Atlanta F.F. screenwriting competitions, and a semi-finalist in the Big Break. They've also quarterfinaled in twelve other screenplay competitions, including twice for The Nicholl Fellowship, and twice in the Austin Film Festival. 

On the sidebar you'll find links to script-samples, my Amazon account (for my books), and all sorts of other writing, photography, and visual art. It's an eclectic mess, but hey... so am I!

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Age of Beauty and Despair

Yesterday I was noticing some random celebrity-woman's pinched little button-nose, and how it looked uncomfortably like Michael Jackson's latter-years-schnozzle. This got me thinking about how rhinoplasty is the most common cosmetic surgery among teenagers, and how painful it is just to think about the phrase "most common cosmetic surgery among teenagers." 

I mean, geez, I know it's an insecure time, but that statistic means there are kids (mostly girls) out there who when they say, "I'm not pretty enough," their parents answer, "You know what... you're right. Here's five grand to go get your face cut."

Because why should genes get in the way of happiness? 
And what's happiness, other than fitting the Youth-and-Beauty "standard?"
What worth do you have, except as something for other people to look at?

And whoah. Hey. I'm not judging, here. I'm not a woman, so I haven't lived my entire life under the gravitational weight of a mass-marketing industry telling me my worth as a human being is determined entirely by one factor: how I look. I haven't been presented with an impossible, artificial, deceptive "standard" of what beauty is, and then manipulated into spending huge to try to meet it. 

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

morning mouse



For those who don't like killing the mousen:

The best way that I have found to live-trap mice is to take an empty soda can and super-glue dog food all over it, then punch a hold in each end and put a stiff wire through it (just cut up an old clothes-hanger), then stick the ends of that wire through holes drilled on opposite sides of a tall bucket. Give 'em a board/ramp up to the top of the bucket, and when they go across the wire out to the can, they'll try to pull the dog food off and fall right in.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

say NO to plastic

I'm probably less plasticated than the average Babylonian out there in internet-land, but this video reminded me to say, "No straw, please," on the rare occasions when I eat out. Do it.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Hear ye, hear ye...

I did a little writing for the video promo for the Musicbed Film Initiative (those are my scriptwords in the background). If you're a film-person looking for a good time (and $50K for your next project), check this out...

Musicbed Film Initiative from Musicbed on Vimeo.

Saturday, March 12, 2016

saying thank you into the darkness

Like any other sane half-United-Statesican raised in PerĂº, I have been growing increasingly consternated by the, er, phenomenon which is Donald Trump. 



This, coupled with increasing heartsickness over the consumption-based economy that has been morally and spiritually bankrupting the world while violating our ecosphere at an ever-increasing rate, has pushed me further and further into something of a crisis. 

Sunday, February 21, 2016

TEDONALD CRUMP, as explained by an eight year old

I wrote a whole screed about the greedy, gollum-esque thing that would often happen inside formerly-incompetent treeplanting rookies when they'd finally catch on and start making money. It was sort of about capitalism, but I wrote it at a slant—angled down into the cesspool of current American politics—so as to take a stab at why Americans are seriously considering electing one of several sociopathic ding-dongs to their highest office.

But when I finished, it felt a little surface-y and a little yeah-duh.

So instead, I'm copying out a passage from one of my favorite books, "The Brothers K," by David James Duncan, that I think will perfectly explain where the nasty behavior of someone like, say, TeDonald Crump comes from, and why so many people are jumping on the nasty bandwagon.

It's a wee bit long, but if you make it to the end I think you'll understand how we got here, and also the only chance we've got avoid going further down the TeDonald Crump path.

By way of context, the following extended passage comes at a point in the story when the hyper-fundamentalist mother in the family has given up on her three most irreverent children, and the two youngest (twin girls) have joined forces with their atheist grandmother to play a game called "Famous Scientists," which is basically a bunch of made-up experiments.

The rest, I think, you should pick up from context:

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