Saturday, October 9, 2010

... Pierre: une nouvelle famille Canadienne ...

... "Trudeau was like havin' an extra uncle," comes the sound of social worker Gene's voice rising off-screen over grainy film images of metropolitan Toronto in the poignant Canadian feature-film A Winter Tale ...

... I play the character Gene in the scene which involves reminiscence of a time when Canada opened up to an immigration increase from hitherto non-traditional feeder regions, including the island nations of the West Indies ...

... these substantial waves of immigration are commonly attributed to the leadership and vision of the late Pierre Elliott Trudeau, who passed away a decade ago, leading many to pin the hot-button topic of Canadian multiculturalism squarely on his often rose-adorned lapel ...

... the movie scene unfolds and my voice-over segues seamlessly from Gene's wistful memoir into a rallying manifesto from the man himself ..."Canada must be one, Canada must be progressive, and Canada must be a just society!" ... that particular speech being only one of the many memorable legacies of Canada's fifteenth Prime Minister ...

... Canada first came into my Jamaican consciousness in 1967 when my irrepressibly itinerant maternal grandmother felt the urge to get a window on the world by visiting Expo'67 in Montreal ... from then on Canada was on my radar ...

... this timing coincided with the emergence of Trudeau in national politics and pre-figured that fascinating union with the junior Margaret who boosted his fame and bore him three sons ...














... throughout the seventies that same consciousness was fed by a relationship between Jamaican Prime Minister Michael Manley and Pierre Trudeau who had developed a mutual respect at the influential London School of Economics ...

... both charismatic leaders managed to stake out middle-ground in the Cold War and were less confrontational with Cuban jefe Fidel Castro than the regional giant U.S.A. tended to be ...














... Canada's sense-of-self as a nation has always been linked, like the tides are to the moon, to the prevailing winds in America ...

... there's inevitability to that for multiple reasons, but Trudeau always felt strongly that differences between the two close friends should be as honored as the similarities ...

... many of us who became (new) Canadians during Trudeau's tenure understood and agreed, especially when, at times, interests seemed to conflict ...














... one of the enduring/endearing attributes Trudeau radiated was his moral certitude, he could never be called directionless ...

... that spirit, needless to say, is priceless in a politician ...

... when John Lennon (who'd be seventy today) said, "if all politicians were like Pierre Trudeau there would be world peace," one could appreciate the thinking behind this admittedly utopian pronouncement from the peacenik crusader ...













... Lennon himself, famous Beatle that he was, had his moments of fun-loving frivolity while simultaneously harboring keen social conscience ... Pierre too could play court-jester, adding levity to his day job in the serious world ...

... pirhouetting behind the Queen of England, sliding down bannisters, flashing mischievous middle-fingers or coining phrases like "fuddle duddle" are but a few examples ...













... to her credit, that same English monarch, not readily associated with  shenanigans or even amusement, didn't take the Pierre pirhouette as any sort of slight when she inked what was Trudeau's piece de resistance - the hard-fought-for 1982 patriation of The Canadian Constitution ...

... from London to Ottawa, with love ...

... it must be noted in any retrospective on Trudeau that there are those who bristle at the very mention of his name ... as with any politico there's the factor of polarisation to consider ...

... throughout Western Canada for instance, where there is deep-seated resentment at federal expenditure required to maintain official bilingualism, it's easy to spark a barroom brawl by defending Trudeau-era liberalism, and even the concept of hyphenated-nationality and multiculturalism ...

... additionally, in some quarters of Quebec, there is lingering distrust of the part of the Trudeau bloodline that is Anglo ...

... hmmm, maybe there's a lesson in this for Barack Obama ...

... or perhaps the lesson is for eldest son Justin (b. Xmas Day, 1971) now carving his own path in the world of Party Politics ...

... today's landscape is different from his father's so he'll do well to recognize that Pierre-style insouciance may read differently to the contemporary electorate ...

... on the other hand, I suspect he'll also benefit from residual effects of name-association among those who thought fondly of his father and the generations of Canadian voters who are descended from them ...

... after all, if Pierre was like an "extra uncle," then by extension, that makes this guy "cousin" Justin ...

Sunday, October 3, 2010

... NBC UnderCovers Lady Gugu and Bo Ko ...

... UC seeks to peddle no parable, nor posit the meaning of life,
it sells us Bo Ko, Adonis, and dynamite doe-eyed screen wife,
a bald-pate smooth dresser, super-spy-polyglot-guy,
no joke folks, check it, the dude sure is fly ...












... what if wifey did sex-up Leo, or do what when and with whom,
our Lady Gugu in-the-Raw, the luscious Samantha Bloom,
personifies fantasy partner whether all dressed or undressin',
in truth and in fact, shawty's a real eyeball blessin' ...















... NBC's new show has style, an' chat liberally littered with quips,
you can count on JJ to work in those expansive location trips,
stories are simple with action-packed script-writin',
lotsa steamy set-ups, bold stunts and faux-fightin' ...
















... prime-time stakes are high, win-lose is the sexpionage game,
and I say this not just 'cos a producer and I share a last name,
but thirteen's a short season, may ratings beg for more,
because this one's not for shelf or cutting-room floor ...














... call it fun-on-the-run, a lil reggae spice on the soundtrack,
hard 'n' heavy isn't compulsory just 'cos the two leads are black,
some a dem critics tek tings too serious, man!,
smart casting's central to Jah master-plan ...

















...there's the safe time-slot before the top network sitcom on air,
to help keep it locked 'til there's better cause to be elsewhere,
Modern Family on ABC has that distinction, if you'll allow,
so, my Wednesday night TV is all dialed in for now ...

*** November 3rd - POST MORTEM ***

... guess I was wrong, best wishes to TV's best looking pair,
cancellation's a bitch when the ratings ain't there,
one month later it's a Wednesday nite shake-up,
hope these guys had a pretty tight pre-nup.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

... three little (jail)birds ...

... Mark Myrie, David Smith and Christopher Coke are three Jamaicans who've achieved copious notoriety of late ... in recent months each has had high-profile legal attention to deal with ... Smith has been sentenced to a six-year jail term for financial fraud, Coke is incarcerated until such time as he can be put on trial for charges related to drug and weapons trafficking and, in his own drug conspiracy case, Myrie, better known as Buju Banton, waits in his Florida cell for a jury decision which will be known within hours of you reading this, if not before ...
















... it bears mentioning that there is none among us who has never done a foolish thing they would not repeat ... it is also true that a hard lesson or two, learned and addressed, can lead anyone to an improved life, to become a humbler, wiser and better person ...

... as a Grammy-winning, veteran musician Banton is well known internationally, and with no apology to the sector of the Jamaican public who revere their talismanic "Dudus" as a leader-of-men, Coke doesn't have comparable star status ... there is a hint of phonetic comedy to his main alias, perhaps creating the need for the alternate option, Presi (President) ... nothing funny about social unrest and DEA extradition to face Uncle Sam's eager prosecution though ...

... there is a tradition of Jamaican entertainers adopting the name Banton ... in addition to Buju there's Burro, Pato, Mega, Starkey and others ... Bantons all ... it's a grandiloquent moniker signifying top-ranking status and super-boss magnitude, verging on the titular, as in Buju the Banton ... no such issue for the more prosaic name David Smith operated with (lest you thought there was a common thread there) ... white-collar crime doesn't usually grab as many "sexy" headlines, in fact Smith's sleight of hand probably wouldn't warrant mention in this company if it weren't for for the audacious scale of his (and his wife's) slippery Olint Investment Ponzi scheme ...

...what may well be a common thread though, laid bare for all to see, are clear indicators of pervasive malaise within Jamaican society specifically, and likely, wider society as a whole, given that Jamaica has no monopoly on scandalous behaviour ...

... it is not entirely surprising when a financier who amasses personal fortune by unscrupulous means gets found out, nor does anyone do a double-take when an inner-city don turns out to be involved in illegal activities, but when a prominently bellicose Rastafarian "herbalist" is implicated in cocaine consumption and dealing, the incongruity is startling ("Sensimilla Persecution" doesn't sound as sincere now, I wore out the acapella version on my 45) ... Buju Banton's music is prolific and varied enough to interest a variety of listeners ... even those who find his caustic, throaty delivery hard to take, can hear something melodious and redeemable in "Untold Stories", "Destiny" or "'til Shiloh" ...

... some of us who count ourselves among his fans have periodically been challenged by this complicated talent, particularly his inability to walk far from the controversies that followed him after the notorious monster hit "Boom,Bye,Bye" ... his aspiration to Marleyesque recognition is heavy-handed, despite his obvious reverence for Bob's essence and notwithstanding the close relationship to Stephen Marley ... maybe we should see this as merely another contradiction ... Buju "walk like a champion, talk like a champion" Banton is, after all, the same one who is also known as Gargamel ... a dread name when growled with the right inflection, but look it up ... it's a smurf cartoon character ...

... I am allowed to feel disappointed in some of the choices of my countrymen ... they will have to live with the consequences of their personal actions ... I use this moment to say my piece regarding Buju in part because the jury is well into their deliberations and are presumably sequestered, so adding my voice to all the noise at this time will have no bearing on the hype factor ... plus ... this is as good a time as any to comment because I suspect the stain on Buju's credibility will remain regardless of the verdict and many will be less forgiving than I ...

... my verdict? ... guilty of hypocritical mindlessness and incomprehensible lack of vision ... but not guilty enough to dash away such prodigious talent ... "it's not an easy road," he sang ... true dat, complete redemption will be hard to come by ...

*** Post Script ***

"said, I had a close one yesterday, Jah put an angel over me"-"Close One Yesterday"-Inna Heights-1997

... the jury came back hung, evenly split, retrial set for December will provide the next chapter in this story ...

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

... a guinep by any other name ...

... mamoncillo ... limoncillo ... quenepa ... chenet ... kinnip ... genip ... somehow Barbados got it very wrong calling it ackee ... to further confuse matters it's called Spanish Lime in Florida and what's Surinam thinkin' when they call it sensiboom? ...

... menuhcarewha'yuwaacaallit, it'll always be guinep to me ... it's a seasonal fruit, enjoyed throughout Central America and The Caribbean, and, if you've been paying attention to Ackeelover Chronicles, you know I take fruit very seriously ...

... I have a child-like affection for this summer-bearing delight which I may have taken for granted until I came to live outside my native Jamaica ... in Canada and elsewhere I sometimes catch myself rhapsodising my way through conversations where the other party hasn't had the pleasure ... often eliciting bemused response as I romanticise this delectable drupe ...
















... y'see ... botanically, guineps classify in the drupe group ...

... "what's it similar to?", comes the standard question, and even though I understand the lychee or longan comparison, it's a stretch ... when properly ripe they are a sweet, succulent, satisfying snack, inexpensively available at practically every four-way-stop intersection ... winter travellers miss the season and the opportunity to raid actual trees, which tend to grow randomly and can be fair-game if you beat local kids to the bounty ...

... the easily-cracked, removed and discarded green shell exposes a smooth flesh-covered seed, which, when sucked clean and commonly spat any-which-way, creates inoffensive, low-impact bio-litter ... tastes and textures will vary from tree to tree but you can't eat just one unless early picking leaves them too tart ...

... a quick web-search for other guinep anecdotes turns up several references to the coveted-for-its-size, twin-guinep ... a comparatively rare fruit with a double semi-ovoid seed ... but nowhere in my research did I see mention of an example with a triple seed! ... now, understand this, I've voraciously consumed these things since boyhood and never come across such a specimen ... nor has anyone I've asked ... I didn't know they even existed, yet my pickin' tree this year yielded three such examples! ... there must be profound meaning in this omen ...














... the male tree will not produce fruit ... giving rise to the term man guinep, a Jamaican jibe at men with no offspring ... and, if there is a more indelible stainer of clothing than guinep juice I'd like to be warned ... eating too many under-ripe guineps can interfere with intestinal regularity and the smooth gullet-sized seed has been known to cause accidental asphyxiation ... so ... mindfulness is required while ... um ... sucking the seed ...

... at time of writing, guinep season is winding down and I'm happy to report I feasted every chance I got, as if preparing for the inevitable day when I am back in Canada unable to procure the produce ... I even learned a thing or two which I hadn't known, despite a lifetime of experience with these things ... older folk tell me it's a great source of iron ... who knew? ...

... I'm advised now too that a certain care is required in cross-culturally referencing this fruit ... shortening mamoncillo can offend in some Latin contexts, as mamon translates to "arrogant asshole" or the more pointed "cocksucker" ... and to a Filipina, the Spanish-derived word mamon can also refer to pendulous breasts ... which, when I think about it, actually makes more sense considering the full Latin assignation ... melicoccus bijugatus ...

... I love me some bijug-at-us, but guineps will sate for now ...

Friday, September 10, 2010

... i-slam, you-slam, livin' on almshouse lane ...

... there's nothing like the threat of a little koran or bible burning to prompt waves of indignation and reflexive repercussion ...

... the post 9/11 world is crying out for a new kind of detente ...

... growing up Jamaican you're not often exposed to that sort of secular vitriol nor are you given any divine answers to life's questions, but you are supposed to become familiar with supernatural mysticisms ... geographically blessed, the island was fashioned out of disparate strands by that very kind of energy ...

... looked at another way, I come from this vibrant land in a region which boasts country-comforts and urban challenges both plentiful and real ... they combine to make it a great place to practice faith ...with more churches per square mile than anywhere else in Christendom (Guinness Book of World Records), the people are into faith ... if the colonially-imported fundamentals of high and low Christianities don't entirely engage, then check the knowledge of faith-systems anchored in the enduring African nature of the popular zeitgeist ...














... this is an age of resurgent tribalism ... I choose my images thoughtfully for this post, knowing there are those who will constipate at the sight of a dreadlocked last supper or sigh at the repeated use of Bob Marley's image as a banner ... instead of a currently active representative ... or anything else for that matter ... ... well, while Marley is still the benchmark standard, there was a prior time when non-dreadlocked Prince Buster invoked Allah and became Jamaica's scandal ... and all the rage ...





















... public focus on Prince Buster's Islamic involvement has faded in time and the currently-informed will now recognize Sheik Abdullah al-Faisal, deported recently to Jamaica from England via Africa, as the scandal du jour ... and the outrage ... once again giving Jamaica a home-grown link to the apparently insoluble impasse between Christians and Muslims ... both camps appear to insist on moral and territorial ascendancy ...












... inter-faith tension is nothing new ... what could be new is a neo-Rasta application to the friction based on the intrinsic one love/one heart tenet ... simplistic as it sounds ... for ultimately this must be the bottom line ... "a man is just a man" as Garnet Silk sang ... freedom of faith is an inalienable right but not if one belief occludes the liberty of another perspective ... then it becomes tyranny ... no faith has a veto on this ...

... most of us in the human family have been exposed by now to the top messengers and palliative philosophies of Rastafari, the pre-eminent Ethiocentric Jamaican belief-system ... and have had a taste of that rhythm ... or riddim ... in spite of the anomalous fact that the spearheading ambassadors of Roots Rock Reggae, Bob Marley and The Wailers, never actually got to Rock The Casbah like that timeless Clash refrain, in an Islamic country ...















... nonetheless, the vibe permeates ... in Canada I had the pleasure of reasoning with random Iranians across a language barrier during one of GB's memorable Bob Marley birthday bashes at Vancouver's Graceland niteclub back-in-the-day, grooving to half-Muslim, half-Christian Ivorian singer Alpha Blondy and some stunning Reggae-Rai fusion from North Africa ... 'mongst plenty Jamaican raggamuffin dancehall ...

... I understand ... or overstand, that arabs and muslims can identify with themes found in Rasta-inspired Jamaican music ... Algiers, Lagos, Paris, London, Chicago, Toronto, Montreal and New York are fertile ground for cultural interface when the theme is togetherness ... music as healer ...

... Jamaica's metaphysical dimension engenders psychological pride in the face of often jarring mismanagement and rampantly destructive social habits, but its dynamism is also its strength ... witness the creative outlook and humor of the people ... and the patwa (patois), that ever-more-phing language of choice ...

... any guy burn dis ya bible? ... brimstone an' more fyah!!

... one word that has taken on alternate meaning after treatment from Jamaica's relentless etymology machine is "almshouse" (i.e. poorhouse ... literally an address where alms are collected for the poor) ... in the Jamaican context its original meaning, though not lost, has given way to popular meanings ... foolishness, fuckery, combativeness, cussedness ... wickedness an' badmind ...




















... though this might sound like hot air to those inclined to dismiss, it's meant as an elementary discourse on an entangled situation ... so just imagine, as Bob did ... if Imam and everyman, and woman ... and I man ... could be Irie man ...

... leave out the almshouse ... simple key open complex lock ...

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

... the route of Earl 2 ... no jestering ...

... it's really a quesion of degrees, this hurricane lottery ... the fine calibrations of latitude and longitude that combine to determine which territory, is affected by which part, of which cyclonic effect of which hurricane ... this time I experienced a hurricane growing to Category Two status as Earl's eye shaved the north-eastern side of the twin-island state of Antigua & Barbuda ...

... at regular intervals, in anticipation of weather to come, there are periods of such intense calm you can talk yourself into a delusory resentment ..."it ain't comin', all that work for nuttn"...

... followed, hopefully, by ... "I'm glad I hooked that shit up yo!" ...

... barometric adjustment is responsible, altering normal air-pressure ... the most commonly used descriptor is "eerie quiet"... this is the sound of stealth, an experience in itself ... debris flew, trees bent and rain didn't so much fall as drive through ... hurricane Earl's core elements put on a lusty show, allowing me a taste of what it's like near the centre of one of these things ...














... something I learned is that it's easier to do "before" or "after" photography than it is to do the more daring "during" ... my best effort, taken from a nearby villa, was as thrilling and wet as it looked ... "my heartbeat needed that jolt" I noted, still feeling the inside of my ribcage as I dried off my spattered camera lens ...

... crop devastation, islandwide power outtages and predictable gas shortages are first on any checklist of post-hurricane issues ... as is clean-up ... Antigua cleans up fast if you're wondering ...














... memories of being the first one outside afterwards, when the sensation of awe at nature is still fresh in the mind, allow me to flirt with post-apocalyptic fantasies from the vantage of an essentially intact world ... and somewhere down the line in the path of Earl ... be it island, U.S. or Canadian mainland ... people will be humbled and reminded of our planet's capricious power ...













... then of course there are the beaches ... my seashell source ... the caressing sea turns aggressor, shuffling sands and casting up flotsam and jetsam (a term that, since childhood, has alternately made me cringe or chuckle due to its ... cuteness?) ... preliminary beachcombing yielded a perfect pole to support a clothesline and a usable, if slightly weathered, snorkel ... there's lots more at the high-water line but mostly not dead long enough for collection ...













... as a strengthened hurricane Earl moves onward to its destiny, we in his wake cast an eye forward to watch copycats Fiona and Gaston make their westward trek ... it'll likely be an island feeling the first lash of these seasonal visitors before North American media-hype swings into high gear ...

... wherever hurricanes make landfall there'll be a price to pay ... closures and cancellations inevitably cost money ...

... we all grumbled about the prolonged blackout while tossing out the contents of our warm refrigerators and mopping up puddles ... but these inconveniences are given perspective when you consider the fate of the lineman who was electrocuted yesterday while working on service restoration ...

... hurricane storm is no joke ...

Friday, August 27, 2010

... the route of Earl ... hurricane watch ...

... the sound of the surf is louder than usual tonight ... it's been a calm-sea kind of year so far ... great for swimming ...

... when you live on an island you become attuned to the sea ... even if swimming is not actually your thing ... and the wind too, everyone develops a sixth-sense about the Atlantic storms and hurricanes that pick their way through here each year ... tracking one hundred and sixty years of storms on one map paints a wooly palimpsest over the whole region ... from Barbados to Biloxi and Panama to P.E.I. ... right now I'm located somewhere in the lower middle of that cartographic Don King do ...

















... the 2010 hurricane season is upon us now, but my instinctive sense of caution and writer's objectivity are compromised by the fact that I have not ... ever ... yet ... experienced true hurricane conditions ... there've been a few near misses, even some threatening last-hurrahs that made it as far as Metro Toronto, but I still cannot check that box on a bucket list ... I'm a virgin! ... that wasn't easy to say but there, I said it ...

... I'm told of 1995 in Antigua and Barbuda ... a serious year for storms, including the week-apart, one-two punch of Louis and Marilyn ... this season is getting rolling slightly slower than '95 but I see similarities in the patterns and trajectories already ... tropical storm Earl is heading this way following behind hurricane Danielle, now eyeing-up my friends in Bermuda ... the severe weather experts think Earl needs close watching but I'm thinkin' ... "hey weatherdude, what's with the initials?" ...















... if Earl were to become my hurricane tale ... would I come to reference it in the future like ol' time people name-check hurricanes from their past? ... the long remembered Charlie from 1951 ... Hattie which sacked Belize(then British Honduras) in '61 ... Gilbert, 1988 - immortalized in Jamaican song like Hattie before it ... Ivan, 2004 - that mash up Jamaica and all but sank The Cayman Islands ... the answer to that is, yeah probably ...

... having spent most of the day putting up hurricane shutters I suspect that would be one of my primary reminiscenses ... it's not a small job I assure you and there's a quixotic element to the task ... humility in the presence of indomitable nature ... brings to mind the weighty quote "when you think it's peace and safety, it's a sudden destruction" (Marley-"Rat Race"/Thessalonians 5:3) ...




















... collective wisdom cautions me against wishing on a storm ... violent weather can bring misery and inconvenience too, but until I've felt that barometric pressure yo-yo like a mo-fo, seen a coconut tree bend double and witnessed a few random objects or stray animals becoming projectiles, I may feel I haven't lived ...

... in these islands it can feel like dodging bullets on a frontline as cyclones sling off the broad Atlantic divide 'twixt old world and new ... those around me can rest easy though ... my other theory is that I repel these things with nascent serendipity ...

... watch, as Mr. T.S. Earl corrects course and veers away the second he sees me and those formidable shutters I put up ... hah!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

... cornbread philosophy ...

... "life is like a batch of muffins" ... so Reverend Gump said ...
... or do I hear a Martha Stewart periphrase? ...
... "when the going gets rough the tough bake bread" ...
... either way ...
... course grind balances fine blend ... a little salt to our sweet ...
... let's stir it up ... dry parts prime to come wet ...
... light-beaten egg ... finger-greased pan ... high oven heat ...
... and ...
... if you've ever seen sunshine emerge from a stove ...
... or smelled wafting readiness from a cook's kitchen ...
... you've "been to the mountaintop" ... gazed out and beheld ...
... my golden cornbread ...













... just add butter...