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FLYING WALRUS
APOCALYPSES &
V.42#1
CATACLYSMS
IN THIS ISSUE:
• LAST SUPPERS
• SURVIVAL TIPS
• YORK GOES DOWN THE HOLE
• THE DARK AGE OF FILM
• DECLINE OF THE WEST
PLUS:
APOCALYPTIC POEMS,
STORIES & COMIX
EDITORIAL
CONTENTS:
EDITORIAL
Apocalypses & Cataclysms: An Introduction – Walter F. Walrus
APOCALYPSES &
CATACLYSMS:
Resist Pop-Ocalypse! The Real Change Happens Inside:
AN INTRODUCTION
How a Proper Apocalypse Can Work For You – N. Alexander Armstrong
Apocalypse Not Now – Lori-Ann Russell
HEALTH
Sister Psych’s Last Supper – Betty M.
Five Quick Tips to Enjoy Your New Healthy Lifestyle – Michelle Lambert & Richard Cheam
The Last Supper – Maria Golikova
ARTS WORKING DEFINITION
The King Will Hide & The People Will Be Afraid – Paul Costa Apocalypse: “To Reveal, To Unveil”
Free Apocalypse Inside Every Box – Roland Singer
Blue Bird – Ernest Reid Cataclysm: “To Wash Down”
Survival Tips – Blair Beauchesne
Davey Dapper – Ted Killin
The Monkey-Brained Apocalypse – Blair Beauchesne
It’s So Friggin’ Hot! – Curran Folkers
also called “Beginnings” and “Endings” but this is vulgar
Yorku Go Down The Hoooooooole!: How Higher Education Loses Because Of a
Low Flow Problem – Sasha Makarewicz
Prelude To 2012 – Ray Garcia The FLYING WALRUS looks at History:
“Armageddon” – Elise Haskell
Dark Age Of Film – Barry Germansky “Lather, Rinse, Repeat”
Dark Age Of Film: A Response –Ali Hersi
The Decline Of The West: Why It Doesn’t Matter –Ali Hersi
or: “Reveal, Renew, Return”
Extract Verbatim – Rhys Mendes
Mike Is Divorced In: Apocalypse Now (And Then) – Richie Holdick
Three Poems – Brennan Maynard “If the doors of perception were unscrewed from their
Boom And Echo – Kira Lancaster
The Pack – Dominic Licorish
jambs, every thing would appear to man as it is, unnec-
Shredded Pages, Lost Volumes: Lessons From An Art Installation At The Gladstone Hotel
– John Nyman
essarily confusing”
Tv Party – N. Alexander Armstrong
Final Exam – Taylor Abrahamse
The Plague – Frank Myrland Some Aphorisms on Apoca-lapse and Cat-Ass-Trophy
▶Empty hearts and stuffed bellies weaken ambition.
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N. Alexander Armstrong– Editor-in-Chief
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Haley Anderson– Design/Layout
Ali Hersi– Arts Editor
▶ A moment can be broken by a smile.
Maria Golikova– Health Editor ◀ A moment of lucidity is a difficult occasion.
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CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Unification ◀ Every action is unfathomable.
The Flying Walrus is looking for submissions that relate to the theme “Unification”. Ac- ◆ We truly love all that is melted.
cording to modern, postmodern, post-postmodern, and post-post-post-? theories, we
are living in a fragmented state of being. Individuals are broken off from their culture.
▶ But we cling to the solid.
Even the individual shatters when one takes a close look. We exist in shards. The centre
cannot hold.
THE FLYING WALRUS IS NOT CALLING FOR THE END OF
But are we so broken? Can we not create new structures from the fractured pieces? The
job of the artist is to transform disparate pieces into a whole. Please send us articles, ANY INSTITUTION
images, comix, poems, and anything else which explores this theme in some way. Help only the end of the power that they hold.
us put Humpty-Dumpty back together again.
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HEALTH
It is important to feel good and have a physical appearance that reflects that, but simply depriv-
ing yourself of good food in an effort to modify the way you look is ludicrous. Understanding
portion control and balancing a meal with various components is a more worthwhile effort. This
allows your body to break down and absorb nutrients at different times, thus allowing for more
comfortable digestion.
“Carbohydrates, for example, spend the least amount of time in the stomach, while protein stays
in the stomach longer, and fats the longest.”
http://digestive.niddk.nih.gov/ddiseases/pubs/yrdd/ freshly whipped cream and topped with fresh garden-grown mint. Bonus points if the
berries were picked as an activity earlier in the day. Also note that if an ice cream truck
Another advantage to cooking for yourself and your loved ones is that it allows for a better were to roll down the street playing a classic, I would chase it down and get a vanilla
understanding of seasonal produce and availability. For me, enjoying seasonal produce, whether cone dipped in chocolate.
eaten as-is or used in a recipe, is like having a passionate love affair with someone in the prime Drinks: Bottled beers; water with lemon, lime, and cucumber; mojitos; bloody marys/
of their lives. You think to yourself “holy shit, it couldn’t get any better than this,” even if that caesars; sodas; lemonade; wine.
momentary conviction is fleeting.
If the ‘quakes start as temperatures fall in AUTUMN…
Therefore, when the challenge was set forth for me to create my ideal last supper in the face of Soup: Cream of Mushroom Soup or Miso Soup.
an apocalypse of “the world is ending” variety, I had some serious factors to consider. My answer Salad: Roasted Vegetable Salad- mixed greens, roasted vegetables (potatoes, eggplant,
would depend on the country I am residing in, and in what season the sun would finally set for turnips, carrots, onions, garlic), goat’s cheese, homemade croutons, topped with a
the last time. After some debate, I selected Canada (rather than my current home of Scotland homemade balsamic vinaigrette and a fresh lemon wedge (to be squeezed over the
or my former home of Japan). The reason for this definitive decision is quite simply because I finished plate).
consider it my home, filled with the people I love, food memories we’ve made, and my intrinsic Main Plate: A small piece of High Quality Steak, cooked to medium and thinly sliced,
understanding of the seasons and general product availability. served with homemade Guacamole and a Warm Mushroom Salad topped with Crispy
Shredded Potatoes.
Since I am one who likes to be prepared for all sorts of situations, I decided it would be best to Desserts: As autumn approaches and the summer nights become cold, I am never
devise an outline for my dream meals within the context of each season rather than to try and bitter, because I know apple-picking season will soon be upon us. Quite simply put,
predict a fate and date beyond my control. Though some of the menus seem laden with filling there is nowhere I would rather spend the afternoon than roaming around an orchard,
foods and too many items, I assure you they are intended for small portions of pleasure and thus gathering the main component of nearly all my favourite fall feast finishes: Apple
complement each other well. If my last meal, as I would hope it would be, is shared with various Crisps, Baked Apples, Apple Pie, Spiced Apple Cake and Apple Tarts. Ideally any and
valued companions, I would make more than necessary to allow for selective eaters and second all of these items would be served warm with freshly-whipped cream.
(and third) helpings. I pay special attention to the desserts because they are strongly tied to posi-
tive food memories. If the earth freezes over while I want to warm up in WINTER…
Breads: Cheddar Dill Biscuits and warm Corn Bread.
It goes without saying that I would require ample amounts of music to be available for every Soup: Spicy Lentil Soup or Vegetable Chicken Chili.
one of these meals and their preparation.Whether cooking for yourself or enjoying the culinary Main Plate: Small portions of Homemade Bacon Macaroni and Cheese, Southern
offerings of a trusted peer or chef, you never know if your next meal is going to be your last. Fried Chicken, and Pulled Pork; Spicy, Creamy Coleslaw (with corn kernels and avo-
cado) on the side.
If the sun were to set, for the last time, in the thick of a sweaty SUMMER… Dessert: To beat the blues of winter I call on some fall favourites that don’t include
This meal would be served around a large table in a backyard, with good friends and apples- particularly things that turn the oven into a kitchen-heater. Since I have never
good music. Most of the meal would be prepared earlier in the day, allowing for the been one to shy away from winter weight and spoil myself, I would pick Pecan Pie and
burgers, ribs, and corn to be finished on the BBQ between the salad and main course. Pumpkin (or classic) Crème Brulée, both of which are perfection in any season.
Salad: Standard Summer Salad- mixed greens, red onion, homemade candied nuts,
homemade croutons, goats cheese, dried berries, and pear, topped with a homemade If the meteor strikes as the weather softens into SPRING…
raspberry balsamic vinaigrette. Salad: Mustardy Mushroom and Spinach Salad- spinach with warm morel mushrooms,
Main Plate: A Mini BBQ’d Burger (homemade burger topped with tomato, avocado, bacon, walnuts, homemade croutons, and homemade Dijon mustard vinaigrette.
sautéed mushrooms, BBQ sauce, mayonnaise, Dijon mustard, bacon and real cheddar Main Plate: An assortment of Homemade Pizzas (with a variety of toppings) served
cheese) served alongside two perfectly cooked (meat falling off the bone) Sticky, Sweet- alongside Steamed Broccoli, and Asparagus with Hollandaise Sauce.
and-Spicy BBQ Ribs, and sides of Garlicky, Sesame Green Beans and Corn on the Cob. Dessert: Surrounded by images of Easter bunnies and eggs it is not chocolate I crave
Dessert: I would satisfy our need for a sweet treat to beat the summer heat in a light but Light, Airy Meringues and Moist, Fruit-Filled Pineapple Carrot Cake with a Lem-
and fresh way, serving a family-style bowl of a heaping assortment of fresh berries with ony Cream Cheese Icing.
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The thing and the world beyond the king with tunnel vision,
Become visible in front of his people in the marble court
At the last second before collision.
They are wiped out into the dust that blows away.
Stop.
Spin the clock like a coin, counter-clockwise,
You see it all happen in reverse.
It hasn’t happened yet.
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SURVIVAL TIPS
BLUE BIRD – Ernest Reid
– Blair Beauchesne
After announcing our theme for this issue, the Walrus inbox was flooded with emails from worried students about
the end of the world. So I thought I’d take the time to answer a few of your concerns. With the rise in popularity
We never needed that war but of zombie movies kinemortophobia has infested the public mentality. Many of our readers asked “How do you
I’m glad you sang it Vera. prevent a zombie apocalypse?” Well reader if you are asking that you are shit out of luck. There is no way to stop
You wrote me love letters on the radio and a zombie apocalypse from happening, but there are ways to survive it. If you’ve seen any zombie flicks you know
I wanted to marry you. there’s always that one character who goes crazy / betrays / tries to rape / generally [expletive deleted] over every-
I hear there are still churches in New Mexico; body else. In situations where society has degraded into sparse anarchist pockets co-operation is vital for survival.
Say yes to this little boy, to this poor fat man, Remember it’s always the guy who splits off and goes it alone who dies first. To prepare you for the end of the world
and we’ll prove ourselves pure here is a list of tips to make it through it all with your “bunker buddy”.
on those white sands
contemplating the trinity. Share – There is nothing worse than being stuck with someone who eats all the rations or hogs
the sheets at night. To avoid eventual resentment with your partner be sure to share all supplies
We’ll make a home on Mojave sheet glass and dust. according to need. Everyone is going to want more than they can get sometimes. Compromise is
At night I’ll rub my hands against our gramophone important.
And keep warm by your ember records. Weapons – Weapons are necessary. Every survivor should have one, but survivors should practice
Crack a Fanta, curl up and trace craters on my chest, safe habits to avoid unintended accidents. Swords and other jabbing weapons should always be
You whisper future fires into the radio. sheathed and/or covered. Guns should never be pointed at your partner’s body/face/hair in case it
Audience, hear our bomb shelter acoustics accidentally discharges and makes a horrible mess.
and our geiger-müller music, Communication – If you are going to spend your last days with this person open dialogue is impor-
keeping time with the oil wells. tant. Secrets will create more tension in already tense situations; eventually that zombie you let get
away is going to wander in through the door. A discussion with your partner can eliminate a lot of
(Vera and me in B-17s, B-O-M-B-I-N-G) nasty surprises.
Zombie “Friends” – That zombie may have been your friend since you were six, you may have
Our sixth toes will be our wedding bands. slept in the same bed that one time and totally nothing happened, but really we all know they only
So let me be your roentgen equivalent man, want you for your brains, and they will bite your neck the first chance they get. Your partner(s)
Our hairs grows Gy and there isn’t much time -- won’t want them around for long even if at first they say it doesn’t bother them. Make sure to take
Love has a half-life. them out back and make sure they know it’s over.
Space – If you are going to see this person every day for the rest of your natural (and sometimes
Say yes, say no, but don’t say unnatural) lives. To avoid cabin fever make sure to take a little bit of time each day to invest in
Auf Wiedersehen, sweetheart. yourself; read a chapter of a book, play with your radio, etc. No one wants to be with someone
Fly over Vera sing your song who doesn’t want to be with themselves. But under no circumstances go out for a walk alone.
I’ll be there Never go to sleep angry – Make sure to resolve all problems before you go to sleep. If you don’t
Tomorrow, you may not to wake up the next morning.
Just you wait and see.
I hope these tips have helped relieve some tension for you and keep those emails coming!
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DAVEY DAPPER – Ted Killin
THIS IS A PRERECORDED CACOPHONY DESIGNED TO ACCOMPANY A TERRIBLE The first indication of trouble appears in the still form of the family cat, Shuffles. Opening
CATASTROPHE! a tin of wet food and walking away, the Dapper son is horrified to discover an unmoving cat
face-down in its dish after five minutes—the animal succumbs to a bubbling puddle, finger-like
THE NANO-MITE EMERGENCY IS SPREADING THROUGHOUT THE GREATER TO- tendrils of food solidifying around the snout to cut off its air supply. Although the cat makes
RONTO AREA... no further efforts to extricate itself, its hair ripples as a single heaving membrane, as though a
...INVISIBLE TO ALL AVAILABLE HUMAN EYES... WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT, SIMPLE- healthy wind whips through the basement hall. Ol’ Davey Dapper brushes this event off as a
TONS? symptom of the cat’s old age, combined with a particularly hairy case of rigor mortis. He places
the body in the corner of the food stacks to dissuade familial melancholy, and washes his hands.
THESE MINIATURE MITES TEND TO BURROW INTO BASEMENT DWELLINGS
HONE IN ON CANNED FOOD RESERVES;
Soon thereafter, cans closer to the walls of the basement begin to bulge and leak. Davey Dapper
INVISIBLE TO YOUR OPEN EYE, THEY WILL CONTAMINATE YOUR
is prone to blame inferior product until he observes a can of legumes shudder and open, its con-
SAFEST FOOD.
tents spraying onto the floor in violent hiccups. Aware of the rippling flesh of the legumes strug-
THE CONTAMINATION PROCESS IS VILE AND DANGEROUS.
gling toward him, he finally decides to enter the upper basement in order to check for updates
INFILTRATION AT A DEEP MOLECULAR LEVEL ALLOWS PARASITIC MITES on the event, but he has already wasted far too much time: a wall of gyrating cans block his way
TO ACHIEVE ABNORMAL FOOD MOBILITY, and topple down as soon as he steps onto the lowest stair. He quickly retreats into the small
VESSELS USED TO FORCE A SWARM UPON YOUR PERSON. spare bedroom with his family. The sound of rolling aluminum fills the room, echoing through
the diminished space. The family can hear freed organic matter slither down the hall. The thin
THEY HAVE BUT ONE OBJECTIVE: GAIN A LARGER HOST BODY. wooden door seems painfully insufficient to safeguard against such a restless meal.
YOU ARE THAT HOST BODY.
YOU ARE THAT HOST BO-UDDY. Davey Dapper’s stomach emits a long, low rumble, a sound that breaks the standstill. Deaf to a
EMERGENCY IN YOUR CITY! fatherly warning, the daughter creeps forward slowly to place an ear to the door as creamed corn
oozes underneath. The daughter opens her mouth to scream but a cherry tomato drops from
THIS SPECIES CAN AMASS INCREDIBLE ARMIES, above, lodging in her throat, covering her larynx. A strange red glow appears around her pupils
TAKE HEED; as the tomato slips into her belly, and she utters two drawn out syllables: “taaaaaek miiiiiiiiiii.”
PREVENT A MITEDOM FROM OVERTAKING YOUR NEIGHBOURHOOD The daughter disappears under the door as it bursts from its moorings. A wave of corn, chopped
OR THEY WILL ROAM UNHINDERED potatoes, and green beans flows towards the family, each vegetable group fighting amongst
THROUGH YOUR HOMES IN A SINGLE NIGHT themselves in an undulating effort to fall upon these helpless meat-filled abodes. Davey Dapper
AS EASILY AS A PILLAGE-HUNGRY CREW OF VIKINGS CAN CUT THROUGH clamps his mouth, but the young boy and his wife slacken their mouths in fear and green beans
FIELDS OF SHEEP. secure a space between their molars in an instant, standing vertical for a moment before ruptur-
ing and slithering into their gullets. After a moment of hesitation, red clusters disperse through
YOU ARE THAT FIELD OF SHEEP. their white sclera as both wife and child smile toward Davey: “taaaaaek miiiiiii.” Creamed corn
spirals up toward his mouth, dispersing along the edge of his pressed lips, unable to penetrate
SEAL OFF YOUR BASEMENT,
his salivary sluices.
HIDE IN A ROOM WITH
NO VENTILATION WHATSOEVER;
ENJOY THE PLEASANT SENSATION THAT
He bolts upstairs to find that the way has been cleared slightly, many of the cans unable to resist
WASHES OVER YOUR PERSON. the final assault on the downstairs door. He scrabbles upward four-legged and cans slide and
burst under the pressure of his appendages. He cannot avoid slicing his hands on exposed edges.
MAINTAIN A RIGID, PLEASURABLE The more cans that slip under his grasp, the more raw material is added to the growing mass of
STATE OF MIND, uncooked fodder that seeps upwards to compromise his autonomy. The smiling faces of his fam-
FOR AIDE IS ON THE WAY. ily emerge in the mess below as they lurch after him, masticated non-perishables dripping from
I REPEAT, YOU WILL BE AIDED their incisors, flesh roiling all over their exposed bodies.
(with what immediacy can be mustered
during these hard times). “taeeeekkkkk miiiii... oooooo... taeeekk miiiiiiii...”
TAKE HEED, He rips cherry tomatoes off of his arms while they latch onto his open wounds, but he cannot
DON’T DO WHAT DAVEY DAPPER DOES: reach the pieces that crawl up his leg, that clamp to his fingers. Within moments he feels his
vision dimming, his body failing in strength; his family below smiles expectantly. He fights to
The Dapper family have always prepared for the worst of these scenarios: deep shelves of keep his eyelids moving as a voice steals into his mind:
non-perishable foods line the walls of a large lower basement built around two smaller rooms:
a spare bedroom and another packed to its utmost with a games cabinet, a small sink, a toilet “taaeek oooooo? taaeeekkkkk ooooooooo...”
and the old, uncomfortable couch. Davey Dapper figures the family can survive with scant
entertainment for over three months. At the first ominous syllable TERR-, despite the efforts DAVEY DAPPER IS A FOOL.
of our prescribed announcement to convey successful parasite avoidance, Davey Dapper herds
his family of four into the lower basement and locks them all together; this dopey Dapper DON’T DO AS DAVEY DAPPER DOES.
practices uninformed safety before allowing the situation to sink in at all.
YORKU GO DOWN THE HOOOOOOOOLE!: HOW HIGHER EDUCATION LOSES BECAUSE OF A LOW FLOW PROBLEM
– Sasha Makarewicz
I do not mean to alarm anyone, but academia, you know that thing you are doing and spending You do not need Nietzsche. You do not need Camus. It is all right there in a toilet. These ass-
thousands of dollars on? It’s failing. Don’t panic, Philosophy majors, this has nothing to do with holes (forgive me, I am using the technical term) eclipse our supposed bright futures and reduce
you or your useless degree (well, being an English major I’m a pot calling a kettle black here, our generation to more methane in the atmosphere. These people could be lawyers, doctors,
but you probably don’t believe in either pots or kettles because they don’t think or doubt their and Mayors of Toronto. They could be at the highest levels of government, they could be on top
existence like you do as Philosophy majors). No, why academia is failing is very simple, and it of the corporate world, they could be on MTV and run NBC, they could be on Wall Street;
scares me how simple it really is. and the thing is, they are already there, and nothing is stopping more of them from piling on
to the dingle berry mountain of society and culture. We let this happen and we are continuing
Some students do not know how flush a toilet. this non-flush cycle because we are not doing anything about it. Yes, it is a simple problem, not
flushing a toilet, but that can mean something greater and fouler than what is there in the toilet.
A simple problem, but a problem that piles on and a problem that should not be occurring in It means letting the ignorant and arrogant people, those who do not respect us or our intel-
an academic institution that has systems in place to weed out idiocy and inanity, and a system ligence, get what they want, and leaves us to deal with their crap. We let them get away with not
that can singlehandedly destroy futures and traumatize with tuition costs, percentages, grades, flushing a toilet, we let them start wars for no reason, we let them bomb the economy, and it
and other mental mind games. This system however, allows in these people, people the school does not get better. It gets worse.
itself respects enough to allow into a classroom that teaches the human genome, Sartre, String
Theory, and the wonders of the Renaissance and all those purdy pictures, even though they lack Yes, York University, the school that educated the great minds of Jim Flaherty, Ronnie Vannucci
the basic familiarity with the toilet and proper use of it. They defecate into these outlets built Jr., and Keanu Reeves, is an unclean and unflushed toilet bowl because of this, but so is every
to defecate into, they pee on seats, they clog the bowl with unnecessary amounts of toilet paper, university and education, and society in general right now. It takes Tony Danza becoming a
and they throw Tim Hortons doughnut bags and pop cans into the water; but they lack the grade 10 high school English teacher in Philadelphia to realize that academia, higher education,
spark in their head, that supposed spark the school saw when it viewed their high school tran- society as it is now and as it progresses, is failing; and it’s going to take more than a Danza Ex
scripts on a piece of paper and/or computer screen and allowed them into university, enabling Machina to fix this, but we can start by learning how a toilet works.
them to pull a lever that would flush all their dung down a drain. And even when they accom-
plish that, they forget to wash their hands.
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THE LAST
SUPPER
– Maria Golikova
(What you ought to know about food if
you want to leave a good lookin’ corpse)
It’s 2010 and the population of the planet is reaching dangerously unsustainable numbers. I The Build-up
think everyone already knows how badly we’ve screwed ourselves in the food department; I’m Tonight’s word is “dynamic equilibrium.” What we should strive for is a balance between acid
talking genetic modification, I’m talking pollution- and that’s not even addressing the issue of and alkaline mineral salts within our bodies, not to mention a balance between food ingestion
whether or not there’s even enough of this mangled foodstuff to go around. I’m really not a big and excretion (yikes!) of all these metabolic waste products. If all you take from this article is
fan of the sensationalized “reality checks” we often get in the intros of these sorts of articles (or “blah blah blah – balance – blah blah,” I’d be more than satisfied. Ideally what you should be
the lead-ins to most plans of action concerning the future, really). Here is the shit we are in: striving for is a diet that factors in your own individual nutritional needs, but the general rule
now here’s the shovel. The problem I find is that by the time I’m done the introduction, I’m so is that 75% of the food you eat should be of the “alkaline persuasion” in order to maintain this
panicked and depressed and hopeless, I don’t even want to keep reading because I feel as though proper internal pH. Now, if you’ve been waiting for me to get to the meat n’ potatoes here –
I’m hanging on to the wall of a bottomless pit by my fingernails – and several of them are bro- that is, which foods it is that are alkalinizing and which are acidifying – I’m sorry to disappoint
ken because I don’t get enough minerals in my diet – and no fractional reduction of my ecologi- you, but it ain’t the meat n’ potatoes. Big surprise: it’s the meats, poultry, dairy, yeasts (yes,
cal footprint is going to get me out of it. If we’re really only two years away from the end of the unfortunately, that means alcohol too), and sweets we should be limiting to about a quarter of
world, there’s no use getting our feet stuck in the sludge of our forbearers. Let’s talk about now. our entire diet. But really, it shouldn’t exactly come as a revelation that it’s the foods we already
We’re still living, we’re still breathing; we’re still experiencing the pains and pleasures of being. knew were good for us that should comprise most of it: leafy greens, fruits, vegetables, herbs.
I am just hoping to explain why we need to be conscious of these nutritional considerations,
The plan now is to segue smoothly from the mention of broken fingernails and minerals and diets because the consequences of the unscrupulous dietary habits we engage in as North Americans
to my topic of discussion. What is a balanced diet? What is the chemistry of it, besides the kind of can really be catastrophic. So much so that there is already a scientific term coined: hyperacidity.
balance that’s achieved by slapping unappetizing illustrations of various foods on a rainbow? It’s a slow process, but it does make sense that if your body doesn’t have enough alkaline mineral
salts for metabolic neutralization, it’ll resort to other mechanisms to counter the imbalance.
The Breakdown Those include brazenly dumping all the acidic wastes into your connective tissues until suffi-
We all know that our bodies gain the energy they need, on a cellular level, by metabolizing the cient minerals are available again, and in prolonged cases of hyperacidity, resorting to your own
fats, carbohydrates, and proteins we ingest. Eating is great, so is breathing; oxygen intake also minerals (like the precious calcium in your bones) for substitution. Dynamic equilibrium.
plays a significant role in energy production (Kin students, go nuts). But as our bodies metabo-
lize food, they also produce metabolic waste products, many of which are acidic and need to I would not be so bold as to consider what I’ve communicated to you a “solution” to the crisis
be neutralized before they are excreted. Ever had a muscle cramp ten minutes into your brand state of affairs we’re in, amidst the hurricanes and droughts and volcanoes and famines, but
new active lifestyle, that time you and your buds remembered there was a whole world outside rather a set of tools to aid you be (moderately) healthy and (moderately) happy for the time be-
your apartment? That’s the lacti acid produced when your cells try to gain energy without an ing. If, for some of you, the main motivation for improving the nutritional balance of your diet
adequate supply of oxygen (you Kin crowd are probably familiar with aerobic training exercises is that you want to look so hot you leave behind scorch marks on the face of the ruined world
that help prevent this difficulty). when it ends by your catastrophe of choice, then I’m giving you some information to consider.
I might also suggest for you to allow the possibility to enter your consciousness, and purpose-
Furthermore, we all know that our bodies need vitamins (those mysterious lettered ones) and fully float somewhere, in the recesses of the same, that the world will not end on December
minerals (the ones they push on you in dairy ads) in order to function properly. We get our 21st, 2012, that you may yet be faced with an entire lifetime of lethargy and indigestion in this
minerals from food, since our bodies can’t produce them autonomously. The point of all that increasingly toxic world, and that given this possibility, you might as well start doing what you
talk about cellular metabolizing is that for the neutralization of acids, alkaline mineral salts can to turn it around now.
are necessary and indeed very important. All that wonderful acid metabolic waste is expelled
by means of our blood stream, the pH of which our bodies vigilantly strive to maintain. Every This is totally not an endorsement but if you want some more information, including a compre-
exhale, we discharge, in the form of carbon dioxide, the carbonic acid that is carried to our lungs hensive list of alkalinizing and acidifying foods, visit http://www.energiseforlife.com/list_of_alka-
via the bloodstream. High school biology taught us that other acids are slain by our kidneys line_foods.php.
and spectacularly banished by way of urine.
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attention to the more or less associated global sentiment regarding climate change.
With that said, readers can choose for themselves one of the many reasons not to really care
much if it were all to end tomorrow. One could also choose to do the opposite and try to incite Have art you’d
like to show?
change through the many available and appropriate channels. By becoming more politically
aware and active, and just generally knowledgeable, one can equip gain the tools necessary to
bring forth the necessary change required to overcome the current problems faced by many of the
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THE PACK
– Dominic Licorish
He walked along a cracked road. The sky shone white with the midday sun. On the road, he thread- “And what is that?” the man asked.
ed his way through abandoned vehicles, refuse piles, debris. His rifle was slung over one shoulder,
and the pack strapped to his back. He had been walking for a long time. “Holding onto what’s left.”
He came upon a deserted square, old advertisements still promised happiness and enrichment. The man chewed this answer over for a moment. John is wrong; the only important thing is the pack.
The world needed that more than anything. Unfortunately the advertisements could never deliver
on their promises. The man continued to walk. He entered a large building and unslung his rifle, John checked his watch. He removed some salted pork from his pack and set up a small grill. John
double checked it, and continued walking. once again made an offer, but the man refused. He told them that he was looking for food of his
own before they ran into each other. The man moved to continue his search.
Overturned mannequins, piles of clothes, and rotting corpses decorated what was once a bustling
department store. Shafts of light cut through the musty dark of the room through the pockmarked “Wait, the water!” John reached out and stopped him. His hand is on the pack.
ceiling. The man registered vaguely that he was in Sears. He didn’t need any clothes though. He
needed food. It was always dangerous coming into the core of the city. Raiders roamed the streets, Two sharp cracks perforated the silence. The man’s breath slowly came under his control as the last
preying on anyone dumb enough to wander into their sight. The others, people echo died away. He had found food. He had protected the pack. The world was as it should be.
who were not raiders, were worth avoiding too; they didn’t like the man. He used to be with them,
but they kept trying to take the pack. “For the good of the group,” they said. But they were not al-
lowed to touch the pack. No one was allowed to touch the pack.
SHREDDED PAGES, LOST VOLUMES:
LESSONS FROM AN ART INSTALLATION
The pack was pink, originally. Now it’s mostly dirt-covered. Before the world was set on fire, Angie
wore it every day. I have to protect the pack; it’s all that‘s left. The pack holds everything that is
important, and I have to protect it. The others didn’t like it when I protected the pack. They were
scared and tried to hurt me.
They chased me, and I was forced to protect the pack so much! When I was done there was no one
AT THE GLADSTONE HOTEL
else to bring harm to the pack or its contents. The pack was safe. – John Nyman
The Eaton Centre: they used to come here together. Memory reared its dusty head, but the man Every single fucking word is vital. Without them, information melts into a mass of material pa-
shooed it away. The past was dead. The pack was the future. per, and everything we think about the world evaporates into the recognition of nothing more
than what we can see around us: wood, stale air, and human flesh.
Picking along the rubble of the building, the man heard a noise and froze.
It’s what you learn in a small room where a slightly demented woman (perhaps, if you will, an art-
“Hello? Is anyone there?” a voice called. The voice was soon followed by the figure of a man, armed ist) sits in front of a paper shredder and a mountain of the machine’s excrement, all derived from
with a shotgun. Upon seeing the man, the stranger aimed squarely at his chest. The stranger ap- participant-chosen pages torn from a multi-volume encyclopaedia. Grace, Democracy, Love, the
proached carefully; behind him a small boy attached himself to the stranger’s coat. Vikings—they all go callously into the shredder with a smile and a turn of the wrist. If you want,
you can take a handful of shreddings with you and try to remember what they once meant.
“You friendly? We need some water. We’re willing to trade, but you can never be too sure with
people nowadays.” He brandished his gun. “My name’s John.” I can’t think of a better microcosm of cataclysm. A room containing wood, stale air, human
flesh and the sum total of abstract knowledge and conceptualization is transformed into a room
The man nodded. “I’m friendly.” He dropped his rifle. containing wood, stale air, human flesh and mounds and mounds of paper—from a certain
perspective, more wood.
John let loose a sigh, “Thank God! Junior and I have been hiking for days. We heard there were
people here, but all we’ve run into were gangs! If you could point us in the right direction I’d really The trick of the scenario is obvious once you’re there: destroying something that seems to bear
appreciate the help.” John shouldered his shotgun. The man watched as John opened up a pack of the weight of complex thought and knowledge, even if it’s just a sheet of paper, feels much
his own. It was much larger than his. “How much water can you spare us?” John asked. more surrealistically powerful than destroying anything else. The act of transforming the purely
conceptual (the encyclopaedia) into the purely physical (thick, shredded paper) reminds us how
The man’s eyes never left the boy. “Junior, is it?” intrinsically the two are linked. Language and material give meaning to each other; an encyclo-
paedia is an encyclopaedia because words are printed on its pages, and the words are meaningful
The boy nodded. because they’re bound in the pages of a solid volume, a real object in the real world. Severing the
link is the ultimate form of destruction. The concepts, their typographical representations split
“You know, Angie would have been about your age. Funny coincidence, eh?” into illegibility by the shredder, float into mere memory as unpinnable ideas. Meanwhile, the
paper, lacking any content to designate its use, becomes indefinable matter (what exactly do you
The boy said nothing. John cleared his throat. “The water, friend?” call shredded paper, anyway, when even the word ‘paper’ suggests something that’s still blank,
something that can still be marked with meaning?).
The man finally looked at John. “I can give you a full canteen. Probably holds about a half litre.”
This is what we fear. The force of a nuke can’t destroy civilization as long as there are still words
John grinned and Junior’s eyes lit up. John extended a hand “Thank you, erm…” to describe it. The most frightening fire is the fire burning the pages of books. Broken up,
burned, or evaporated, matter will always be there as matter. Knowledge, unhinged from the
The man neither took his hand, nor responded. objects it describes, can be lost. We fear the rubble because it suggests there was once something
meaningful where it now lies dormant and dead.
“I suppose you want something in return…. We don’t have much of value, but we can work some-
thing out,” John continued. “Are you out here all alone? Where’s the Enclave?” The real lessons learned, however, are not lessons of fear or foreboding. The installation doesn’t
suggest an ending, only what could be an ending, and in that it exposes what existence is while
The man nodded, “The others keep to one of the old stadiums south of here. I keep to myself. It’s it lasts. The installation venerates the encyclopaedia. Even though it is fragile, terminally bound
better that way.” to the shreddability of the material medium it exists upon, its destruction is powerful enough
to capture our sentimentality and regret. In a small room of wood, stale air, and human flesh, its
“Yeah? Why’s that?” words lead us to imagine the emptiness of a world without its knowledge, how much it allows us
to think beyond the incompleteness of material existence. How it lets us keep our heads in the
“People don’t understand me.” clouds, like the sign board limply held by Wile E. Coyote just before the fall.
“Understand you?” Every word is a shield that elevates us, a ward against the apocalypse of unthinkable matter. En-
cyclopaedias, novels, newspapers and even the printed characters of this article fulfil this heroic
“They can’t see what life’s priority is.” function. If they become lost to us, that loss becomes the only thing we can know.
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dunno!
Wish you
were still I perch for a moment on the apartment doorstep, looking over the silent
THE PLAGUE
Every couple of steps I pause and listen for Talkers, my heart beating in
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