tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140310722024-03-16T03:08:07.930-04:00Jen's BlogJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.comBlogger2455125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-23672171959360320012016-09-16T09:17:00.000-04:002016-09-16T12:27:26.739-04:00nightmare...<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">
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I dreamt that I was at some fancy hotel with people I didn't know. (Like how I shoot weddings and start at hotels in real life.)</div>
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We left the hotel and went outside to our cars, and people started freaking out, telling me to not move, that i was hurt. there was a stab mark on the back of my neck and one by my right knee. (I was probably in pain at those spots while I was sleeping.)</div>
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It was raining, so I stood there injured, until Sladj & Rachel came to pick me up. Sladj was driving her parents giant old buick.</div>
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We drove around for a long time. I was bleeding and a tooth at the back of my mouth was loose and crumbling.</div>
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We got to an old hospital and they took me to a huge tiled room. As we walked down the hall towards the room, we passed a disfigured man, who was like 8 feet tall with a smashed up head.</div>
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I was still bleeding, so they started an IV to put blood back into me. As I sat there in the huge room, I saw there was a swimming pool in the corner. There were some floats that looked like dolphins.</div>
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As I looked at the pool, the 8 foot tall patient walks in and climbs into the pool. Then another dozen hospital patients, all severely deformed, started walking to the pool.</div>
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More deformed patients kept coming in. Twisted faces, mangled bodies. They were getting agitated and fighting with each other and I couldn't believe I was stuck in there by myself.</div>
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A final "patient" came slithering in. It was a large, pink, fleshy thing, like a dolphin without a face. As it slide into the pool, the others in the pool become more and more agitated, frenzied.</div>
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Finally my friends come back to get me. I'm taken to a "normal" waiting area. My IV has fallen out and I'm bleeding gain. As my friends leave, a man in a white coat says, "Oh, Jen will be with us for a very long time..."</div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-64286191740308220622016-08-10T13:12:00.005-04:002016-08-10T13:14:18.655-04:00that time i ordered shoes and got a stuffed giraffe....<h3 style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="undefined" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: Hi, my name is Jason. One moment while I review your question</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449183968000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449183998000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: No worry's Jen, let me help you with that in best possible way.</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449183998000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184034000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: I apologize for the inconvenience caused.</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184034000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184070000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: May I have your first and last name, billing address and email address please?</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184093000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184093000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: it was so odd! i was expecting black dress shoes and there was a stuffed giraffe! </span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184108000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184123000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: I understand Jen, I'm really sorry for that.</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184158000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184158000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: no big deal, it was funny</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184211000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184211000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: i need the shoes shipped to my home</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184227000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184227000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: Can you please give me two minutes while I do this for you?</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184232000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184232000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: yes</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184271000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184271000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: Thank you Jen.</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184328000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184328000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: Thank you for being online.</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184367000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184367000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: Hey Jen, you know what I see that you have order black.</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184388000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184388000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: But you are saying that you got different color, am I correct?</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184393000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184393000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: no</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184400000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184400000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: i'm saying i did not get any shoes</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184410000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184410000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: i got a stuffed giraffe</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184420000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184420000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_AgentTextPrefix" style="color: #000099;">Jason</span>: Really?</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184442000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184442000" style="clear: both; display: block; line-height: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"><span class="rn_UserTextPrefix" style="color: #990000;">jen hearn</span>: YES!</span></span><span class="rn_MessagePost" id="1449184442000" style="clear: both; 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I am a man. I am self aware. </div>
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Everywhere I go, you're always right there with me. </div>
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I flirted with you all my life </div>
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Even kissed you once or twice </div>
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To this day I swear it was nice. </div>
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But clearly, I was not ready.
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When you touched a friend of mine, </div>
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I thought I would lose my mind. </div>
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But I found out with time, </div>
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That really, i was not ready. </div>
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No, No </div>
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Oh death, oh death, oh death. </div>
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Really, I'm not ready. </div>
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Oh death you hinder me. </div>
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Death makes those dear to me. </div>
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Tease me with your sweet relief. </div>
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You're cool, and you are constant. </div>
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When my mom was cancer sick, </div>
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She fought but then succumb to it. </div>
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But you made her beg for it, </div>
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Lord Jesus, please, </div>
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I'm ready. </div>
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Oh death, oh death, oh death. </div>
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Really I'm not ready. </div>
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No no. </div>
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Oh death, oh death, oh death. </div>
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Clearly I'm not ready.</div>
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-10084641626449126402015-10-20T09:23:00.001-04:002015-10-20T09:23:24.045-04:00creep...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/DejEQyvgSJc" width="560"></iframe>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-75812821714025593772015-10-20T09:19:00.000-04:002015-10-20T09:19:16.853-04:00Terreur Nocturne<iframe allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="0" src="http://www.jenhearnphotography.com/zf/core/embedgallery.aspx?p=122a2abe0fe701411CCCCCC00b0014-NUKjRelEHU4dTjB2XdQ111111F5F5F5DDDDDDCCCCCC.2" style="background-color: transparent;" width="640"></iframe>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-21569345993466259262015-07-06T20:38:00.002-04:002015-07-06T20:38:29.986-04:00the strangest pics....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-90166394402206479292015-06-01T13:45:00.003-04:002015-06-01T13:45:36.526-04:00What I'm Going To Do...<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm gonna be funky from now on....</div>
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Everything I do gonna be funky <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from
now on, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from now
on <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have to be myself and do my
thing <o:p></o:p></div>
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A little soul can't do no harm, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from now
on, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from
now on, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from now
on, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Some may say I've got no class <o:p></o:p></div>
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But I'm doing what I wanna do <o:p></o:p></div>
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So go with me if you can <o:p></o:p></div>
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Or just do what you can do Oh,
shucks <o:p></o:p></div>
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Why you whining <o:p></o:p></div>
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I'm on fire <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yeah, everything I do gonna be Funky
from now on, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from now
on <o:p></o:p></div>
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Never before have I felt so
good <o:p></o:p></div>
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Just being natural me <o:p></o:p></div>
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My little hang up and my little
times <o:p></o:p></div>
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But deep inside, I'm free <o:p></o:p></div>
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Let your hair down, get down
wings <o:p></o:p></div>
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Who's to say what's right or wrong <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from now
on <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yeah, everything I do gonna be Funky
from now on, yeah <o:p></o:p></div>
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Everything I do gonna be Funky from now
on, yeah Everything I do gonna be Funky from now on Everything I do gonna be
Funky from now on <o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh, shucks, do your thing<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-76386531443022441362015-01-29T20:19:00.001-05:002015-01-30T10:09:46.680-05:00bodies...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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anytime i take pics of women, they invariably ask 2 things:</div>
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if they are thin, they ask if i can photoshop wrinkles.</div>
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if they are heavy, they ask if i can hide double chins or wide hips.<br />
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when i take their photos, i just see beautiful, real women. </div>
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so the other day i took a photo of myself, full body. not something i've ever done.<br />
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when i saw the photo, i was not traumatized. i know i'm overweight, but i'm more than that.<br />
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and maybe it's because of these women that i can now look at myself and feel ok.<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-31226556447366830822014-12-23T14:07:00.001-05:002014-12-23T14:07:12.104-05:00Depressing Holiday Music from The National & Bob's Burgers<div style="text-align: center;">
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-89565991785803745372014-12-10T13:27:00.007-05:002014-12-10T13:27:59.764-05:00historical cleveland builings that i get to work & play in...<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caxton_Building" target="_blank">The Caxton</a>: Built in 1903. It housed graphic arts and printing businesses. It was declared a Cleveland landmark in 1976.</div>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perry-Payne_Building" target="_blank">The Perry Payne Building</a>: Built in 1888. The building was named for its owner and his family: it was erected for politician Henry B. Payne, and "Perry" was his wife's maiden name. It was declared a landmark in 1973.</div>
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-77077339787920638542014-12-03T15:49:00.000-05:002015-01-08T20:19:20.191-05:00emergency laugh videos...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/ZWv5LCYs9ak" width="560"></iframe>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_the_Astonishing" target="_blank">christina the astonishing</a></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierre_Molinier" target="_blank">pierre molinier</a></span></h2>
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-62176729701757313092014-10-17T14:04:00.002-04:002014-10-17T14:04:21.054-04:00i made a movie...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/eCwT9YnlIyU" width="560"></iframe>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-35284829589546837892014-10-15T10:24:00.000-04:002014-10-15T10:24:11.616-04:00slow motion dog insanity...<div style="text-align: center;">
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But I love the freedom of it all. The creativity. Trying to do something wild and amazing. I don't watch these films and think they are realistic or lifelike. I watch these films for the shocking improvisations, the uncomfortable & strange moments. The tension the actors and the dialog creates.
I watch these films in s different way than I do other directors I love (P.T. Anderson, Wes Anderson, old Scorsese films.) I watch a Cassavetes film for him. And for Gene Rowlands, Peter Falk, Ben Gazzara, to see them do wild things.
Someone said that John Cassavetes films were like his life. He thrived on chaos and abandoning ego.
He also died of cirrhosis of the liver in 1989 at the age of 59 and drank all the way up until he died.
So maybe part of me finds these films thrilling, knowing how they were made and knowing the people who made them.<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-22792765166754560382014-09-05T11:13:00.001-04:002014-09-05T11:13:08.727-04:00French Movie I am Obsessed With...<div style="text-align: center;">
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-57952138494256896012014-08-26T15:24:00.000-04:002014-08-26T15:25:27.475-04:00Toynbee Tiles...<div style="text-align: center;">
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So far I've found 2 tiles. I went online to find the locations of Cleveland tiles and located this one near the casino:</div>
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I've recently shoot senior pictures for friends I grew up with, their kids now old enough to be seniors in high school. Yesterday we shoot at Colby Park (the park my Grandpap would take me to when I was little.) </div>
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Also, that's not a typo. I called my Grandfather "Grandpap". I don't know where that came from...</div>
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Anyways, I had an hour to kill before the shoot, and I realized I was near my grandparent's house and the first house I lived in. So I decided to start a project I'd been thinking about for a while. Taking photos of the homes I've lived in. And other places of importance to my life.</div>
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First home (1970- 1975)</div>
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This is our house on Twin Lakes Blvd. Technically, it's my 2nd home, because my parents were still in an apartment when I was born. But shortly after I arrive, they bought a house.</div>
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I can remember the family room at the back of the house, where we watched tv and I played with toys. The backyard was huge and our dog Snowball would dig deep, muddy holes (causing him to go from his beautiful white coat to muddy dog.)</div>
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This is where I once organized a "boycott your parents & run away from home" movement at age 5. I got all my friends to bring their stuffed animals, loaded up a wagon, and headed off to live in the park at the end of our street. My dad casually pulling up in his pickup truck to say, "hey, where do you think you're going?" He might have even giggled before he rounded us up and sent us home.</div>
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I remember the house across the street being painted pick, with matching VW vans in the garage (hippies in the suburbs.)</div>
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This is where I played with a little boy around the corner who tried to get me to eat raw hamburger meat. (I declined.) Later that summer he accidentally shot himself in the head with his father's loaded gun. He survived, but lived in a wheelchair and couldn't speak.</div>
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We left Wickliffe in 1975, around the time my little sister was born. I recall travelling with my dad in his van, driving through the windy roads and mountains in Kentucky. I think my mom said behind with my sister for a short while.</div>
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On that drive, my dad told me about his family, like his great Uncle Hansel the pig farmer & moon shiner. He showed me where the coal companies cut down hills and destroyed the land.</div>
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I got to know my dad's Uncle John and his wonderful family. My cousin Jenny Lynn (same age, same blonde hair) and her magical teenage sisters. They wore halter tops and listened to cool music. "Fly Like an Eagle" was once they played over and over. There was a sister with Down's Syndrome that I really liked. We were pen pals for years. Her parents kept her home, and made sure she got to go to public school. This was rare back in the 70's.</div>
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Uncle John was sheriff of Louisville, a big deal. They had a fancy big house and an antique bed that you had to climb a step stool to reach. We'd go over on weekends and watch "The Jackson Five" and "Donnie & Marie", make popcorn in the big fireplace.</div>
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But I was always homesick for Cleveland and my friends. I especially missed my grandparents. They visited once or twice and my Grandpap was obsessed with the little metal tee-pees that stood at the end of every street. The area we lived in gave streets native american names (like Mohawk). My Grandpap swore we could sneak out one night and sleep in one of those tee-pees. I think my Grandma talked him out of it.</div>
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Kentucky was supposed to fix everything my dad thought was wrong in his life. It was where he thought people were nicer and jobs were plentiful. It didn't work out, so we came back to Wickliffe in 1977.</div>
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We moved back before finding a new house, so for a year we lived in these apartments on Euclid Ave, around the corner from my grandparent's home. I could walk to school and then to my Grandma's after school.</div>
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It was kind of a junky apartment complex. The kids were a little rough. One older girl, nicknamed Cricket (because she was bowlegged) seemed to run the show. She came up with all sorts of "adventures" for the kids in the complex. Like taking her parent's match collection and teaching us how to catch the grass on fire.</div>
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Oh, seeing this house yesterday, I couldn't believe how small it is! When I was there as a child, it felt infinite. There was a giant pine tree in front where I hid out. We spent many summer evenings on the front porch when Aunt Helen and Uncle Chuck visited. They came up every summer to stay for weeks. Uncle Chuck brought home brewed root beer. They had a can full of pennies and played cards and Yahtzee every evening. Uncle Chuck was wild & funny like my Grandpap, and he had a tattoo of a Hawaiian lady that he got during the war, and he could make her dance!</div>
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This is where grandpap kept all of his tools and his red Camero (before his stroke.) He had a large conch shell in front, and we'd sit out there and talk. I recall me eating water melon and he told me if I swallowed the seeds a melon would grow in my stomach. I might have cried.</div>
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This was added on to the tiny house after they bought it. It was a beautiful sun room with my grandma's lilacs on the windowsills. </div>
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We finally settled in to this house in Willowick when I started 2nd grade. Another new school and new neighborhood. I was excited to get the huge attic bedroom all to myself. It was like my own apartment and all through school my friend's loved to hang out there. My parents weren't strict so we could stay up all night watching horror movies.</div>
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This is the house I think of when I think of "home" as a kid. We were there until my sister and I both graduated high school. We were there with my dad and then my step dad. </div>
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The photo above shows the 2 trees my step dad planted, as well as the front porch he built. </div>
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I wanted to get a pic of the garage, because that's where my dad spent most of his time, working on cars. He was a gifted auto mechanic and also did custom paint jobs. He also loved to ride dirt bikes. And before I was born he raced cars. So the garage was his sanctuary.</div>
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Here's where I'm stopping. Maybe someday I'll add more to this. If I went through my decade in Columbus I would list 1 dorm room and around 10 different apartments. Moving every year to another crappy, cheap campus apartment.</div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-31281742783774007742014-08-23T12:57:00.000-04:002014-08-23T12:57:28.517-04:00I was Trying to Describe You to Someone: by Richard Brautigan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was trying to describe you to someone a few days ago. You don’t look like any girl I've ever seen before.</div>
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I couldn't say “Well she looks just like Jane Fonda, except that she’s got red hair, and her mouth is different and of course, she’s not a movie star…”
I couldn't say that because you don’t look like Jane Fonda at all.</div>
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I finally ended up describing you as a movie I saw when I was a child in Tacoma, Washington. I guess I saw it in 1941 or '42, somewhere in there. I think I was seven, or eight, or six.</div>
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It was a movie about rural electrification, a perfect 1930’s New Deal morality kind of movie to show kids. The movie was about farmers living in the country without electricity. They had to use lanterns to see by at night, for sewing and reading, and they didn't have any appliances like toasters or washing machines, and they couldn't listen to the radio. They built a dam with big electric generators and they put poles across the countryside and strung wire over fields and pastures.</div>
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There was an incredible heroic dimension that came from the simple putting up of poles for the wires to travel along. They looked ancient and modern at the same time.</div>
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Then the movie showed electricity like a young Greek god, coming to the farmer to take away forever the dark ways of his life. Suddenly, religiously, with the throwing of a switch, the farmer had electric lights to see by when he milked his cows in the early black winter mornings. The farmer’s family got to listen to the radio and have a toaster and lots of bright lights to sew dresses and read the newspaper by.</div>
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It was really a fantastic movie and excited me like listening to the Star Spangled Banner, or seeing photographs of President Roosevelt, or hearing him on the radio “… the President of the United States… “</div>
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I wanted electricity to go everywhere in the world. I wanted all the farmers in the world to be able to listen to President Roosevelt on the radio….</div>
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And that’s how you look to me.</div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340304542437713373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031072.post-19944227121790312232014-08-13T06:00:00.000-04:002014-08-13T06:00:52.061-04:00The Tender Heart...The suicide of Robin Williams really triggered me. I found myself experiencing real, intense depression about it.<br />
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A friend sent me this quote a few weeks ago and it applies to today:<br />
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> "Recently, in a friend’s kitchen I saw on the wall a quotation from one of Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche’s talks, which said: “Hold the sadness and pain of samsara in your heart and at the same time the power and vision of the Great Eastern Sun. Then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> The quotation really made an impression on me. It was completely true: <b>if you can live with the sadness of human life </b>(what Rinpoche often called the tender heart or genuine heart of sadness), <b>if you can be willing to feel fully and acknowledge continually your own sadness and the sadness of life, but at the same time not be drowned in it, </b>because you also remember the vision and power of the Great Eastern Sun, <b>you experience balance and completeness</b>, joining heaven and earth, joining vision and practicality." </span><br />
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I'm going to try and hold the sadness in my heart but not drown in it.<br />
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<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Phillip Seymour Hoffman (actor)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Elliot Smith (musician)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Freddie Prinze (actor, "Chico and the Man", loved that show as a kid)</span></li>
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<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spaulding Grey (actor, writer, "Swimming to Cambodia")</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paul Hester (drummer of Crowded House)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Richard Manuel (musician)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kurt Cobain (musician)</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Syliva Plath (poet)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anne Sexton (poet)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Virgina Wolf (poet)</span></span></li>
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<b style="color: #222222;">Not Really Suicides, But Death by Addiction<span style="background-color: white;">/ Overdose</span></b></span><br />
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<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chris Farley (comedian, actor)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Heath Ledger (actor)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Frederick Exley (writer)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John Belushi (comedian, actor)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">John Cassavetes (actor, director)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Michael Hutchence (musician- INXS)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Richard Pryor (comedian, actor)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rick Danko (musician)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jason Molina (musician) </span></span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amy Winehouse (musician)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Marilyn Monroe (actor)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Lenny Bruce (comedian)</span></span></li>
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<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AF (boyfriend)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">RL (Cousin)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SA (family friend)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">JM (friend) </span></li>
<li><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">EO (brother)</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I found this image as part of an art series called "<a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/when-grown-men-cry-13-famous" target="_blank">When Grown Men Cry</a>". Intense stuff. This pic kind of breaks my heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/arts/tv_club/features/2012/louie_season_3/week_6/louie_recap_robin_williams_guest_stars_with_louis_c_k_.html" target="_blank">a link</a> to his appearance on Louise last season.</span></div>
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