Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
vote yes on prop 2 november 4th!!
on november 4th, vote YES on PROP 2.
before you stop reading...isnt there a spark of curiosity inside as to what prop 2 is? it is as simple as this... PROP 2 will outlaw the practice of keeping farm animals in cages so confining that they are incapable of turning around or even SITTING in them. farmers have until 2015 to make the changes to their facilities.
to find out more about Prop 2 go to this site:
http://www. yesonprop2. com
this is HUGE and is something that many of us have felt helpless about for a long time now. here is our opportunity to change it. dont turn your head the other way. it will affect billions of animals lives.
imagine your own pets being stuck in a cage without being able to move or turn around EVER in their ENTIRE life. imagine them being so distressed about this that they go insane and peck one another to death causing farmers to lose money. in result, the workers just chop their beaks off at birth. imagine them being confined without being able to move for so long that their claws grow into the bottom of the cage. when the workers try to get them out for slaughter, they cant, so they just start chopping off their feet when they are born to save time later on down the road. some cows and chickens arent even lucky enough to be put out of their misery by being killed for their meat...they are dairy cows and egg layers and have to endure the pain for A LOT longer. that isnt even cracking the surface. its horrendous and most people turn away because it makes them uncomfortable to know that they too are contributing to the madness. now is YOUR time to step up to the plate and take a part in helping the situation.
animals have definite emotions just like their not too distant relatives...us. pigs have been proven to actually be smarter than dogs and 3 year old children. they have been family members, pets, and life-savers to many millions of people.
human ignorance and greed is what has brought us to this point. lets try to reverse that in a positive way.
do your part and take a minute out of your day on november 4th to vote YES on PROP 2.
next step: no cages :)
http://www. yesonprop2. com
http://www. goveg. com/
REPOST this and spread the word!
before you stop reading...isnt there a spark of curiosity inside as to what prop 2 is? it is as simple as this... PROP 2 will outlaw the practice of keeping farm animals in cages so confining that they are incapable of turning around or even SITTING in them. farmers have until 2015 to make the changes to their facilities.
to find out more about Prop 2 go to this site:
http://www. yesonprop2. com
this is HUGE and is something that many of us have felt helpless about for a long time now. here is our opportunity to change it. dont turn your head the other way. it will affect billions of animals lives.
imagine your own pets being stuck in a cage without being able to move or turn around EVER in their ENTIRE life. imagine them being so distressed about this that they go insane and peck one another to death causing farmers to lose money. in result, the workers just chop their beaks off at birth. imagine them being confined without being able to move for so long that their claws grow into the bottom of the cage. when the workers try to get them out for slaughter, they cant, so they just start chopping off their feet when they are born to save time later on down the road. some cows and chickens arent even lucky enough to be put out of their misery by being killed for their meat...they are dairy cows and egg layers and have to endure the pain for A LOT longer. that isnt even cracking the surface. its horrendous and most people turn away because it makes them uncomfortable to know that they too are contributing to the madness. now is YOUR time to step up to the plate and take a part in helping the situation.
animals have definite emotions just like their not too distant relatives...us. pigs have been proven to actually be smarter than dogs and 3 year old children. they have been family members, pets, and life-savers to many millions of people.
human ignorance and greed is what has brought us to this point. lets try to reverse that in a positive way.
do your part and take a minute out of your day on november 4th to vote YES on PROP 2.
next step: no cages :)
http://www. yesonprop2. com
http://www. goveg. com/
REPOST this and spread the word!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
clean-up on aisle 5...
this morning i woke up at 5:30am. totally refreshed. i wanted to go back to sleep for the sake of maintaining a somewhat normal schedule but that just wasnt happening so i embraced the early morning. i recently started finding early morning workout shows on tv if im awake when they are...just for fun. last week i started visiting with a little family called 'body electric'. a post menopausal lady who lays in the forest with a friend and does the most basic yoga/stretch/dance moves youve ever seen. its a nice way to wake up actually. not hard at all, and she is pretty pleasant to spend 30 minutes with; kind of like eating breakfast with someone elses agreeable mom. last time i joined her, some bugs kept landing on her arm and i wanted to climb through the screen to shoe them away.
the other show ive come to appreciate is called 'inhale'. a yoga show that truly tests the limits of what should be dealt with at 6am. The instructor is a balding man with penguin style yoga pants prancing around his set with fellow stretchy people. he doesnt do half the poses as he is tip-toeing around his friends grunting, making innuendo-ish comments, and repositioning men AND womens hips almost to suggest that he wants to have a private session with them after taping is completed. despite all this, i like the show and always seem to work up a bit of a yoga sweat. the combinations of the two are a perfect stretch for my first run of the day.
this mornings run started out like any other. ipod shuffle, ugly outfit, beat up chucks. i walk for about 30 minutes to a paseo behind my house where everything has a distinct countryside smell and the dew makes everything look as if it is covered in glitter. there is a lot of wildlife back there and this morning there were rattle snakes which resulted in me turning the music down a bit. after a big lap around the neighborhood, i start to run. i always run to a little park by my house where there is a swing set seemingly built just for me because there is never anyone there. the best songs always happen to come on during my swing time and i usually have some sort of cheesy moment with myself. i wonder if anyone ever sees me smiling.
when i got to the park this morning, there was trash everywhere. alcohol containers, pizza boxes, entire packages of plastic spoons strewn out over the soccer field, bags of chips soaked in condensation etc.
i had a big hippie moment today...
i cleaned it all up. took a good 20 minutes to get it all, but i did it. an older man with his dog walked by and helped me. i ran home and got to work with ebay.
'the seven spiritual laws of success' by deepak chopra...check it out and if you havent already, 'a new earth' by eckhart tolle.
changed my life.
"everybody that's inside me buries the body that's behind me"
<3 jes
ps...if you are in the mood to read something awesome go to this URL...
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=257550&blogID=421644364
rick gets it.
the other show ive come to appreciate is called 'inhale'. a yoga show that truly tests the limits of what should be dealt with at 6am. The instructor is a balding man with penguin style yoga pants prancing around his set with fellow stretchy people. he doesnt do half the poses as he is tip-toeing around his friends grunting, making innuendo-ish comments, and repositioning men AND womens hips almost to suggest that he wants to have a private session with them after taping is completed. despite all this, i like the show and always seem to work up a bit of a yoga sweat. the combinations of the two are a perfect stretch for my first run of the day.
this mornings run started out like any other. ipod shuffle, ugly outfit, beat up chucks. i walk for about 30 minutes to a paseo behind my house where everything has a distinct countryside smell and the dew makes everything look as if it is covered in glitter. there is a lot of wildlife back there and this morning there were rattle snakes which resulted in me turning the music down a bit. after a big lap around the neighborhood, i start to run. i always run to a little park by my house where there is a swing set seemingly built just for me because there is never anyone there. the best songs always happen to come on during my swing time and i usually have some sort of cheesy moment with myself. i wonder if anyone ever sees me smiling.
when i got to the park this morning, there was trash everywhere. alcohol containers, pizza boxes, entire packages of plastic spoons strewn out over the soccer field, bags of chips soaked in condensation etc.
i had a big hippie moment today...
i cleaned it all up. took a good 20 minutes to get it all, but i did it. an older man with his dog walked by and helped me. i ran home and got to work with ebay.
'the seven spiritual laws of success' by deepak chopra...check it out and if you havent already, 'a new earth' by eckhart tolle.
changed my life.
"everybody that's inside me buries the body that's behind me"
<3 jes
ps...if you are in the mood to read something awesome go to this URL...
http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=257550&blogID=421644364
rick gets it.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
really?!
hmmmm has anyone else caught the news about the revamping of the hollywood walk of fame?
absolut vodka has found something so tremendously vital to spend their money on. over 4.2 MILLION DOLLARS is being dumped into erecting this project by absolut and some other corporate sponsors along with the city of hollywood itself. im sure it has nothing to do with publicity...cough.
officials have gone so far as to GRADE all 2,365 stars on the walk of fame. a miniscule 10 stars were given F grades and only 50 stars were appointed with D's. is this really what we deem to be essential in renovating our city not to mention the country or even WORLD? people actually got paid money to go out and seriously examine the sidewalks which, in my opinion, arent even in as poor of a condition as they are claiming.
im sure with all the highly educated officials we have working for our city, that they couldnt think of ANYTHING else to dish out over $4 million on. im also sure that all the homeless people will be thrilled about their new flooring.
heres a link to one of the articles covering the story...
http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/california/la-me-walk22-2008jul22,0,7944967.story
<3 jes
absolut vodka has found something so tremendously vital to spend their money on. over 4.2 MILLION DOLLARS is being dumped into erecting this project by absolut and some other corporate sponsors along with the city of hollywood itself. im sure it has nothing to do with publicity...cough.
officials have gone so far as to GRADE all 2,365 stars on the walk of fame. a miniscule 10 stars were given F grades and only 50 stars were appointed with D's. is this really what we deem to be essential in renovating our city not to mention the country or even WORLD? people actually got paid money to go out and seriously examine the sidewalks which, in my opinion, arent even in as poor of a condition as they are claiming.
im sure with all the highly educated officials we have working for our city, that they couldnt think of ANYTHING else to dish out over $4 million on. im also sure that all the homeless people will be thrilled about their new flooring.
heres a link to one of the articles covering the story...
http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/california/la-me-walk22-2008jul22,0,7944967.story
<3 jes
Thursday, July 10, 2008
we think too much
pish posh i am the happiest girl ever right now :)
this past month has been a rush of all possible ingredients but the cake turned out pretty damn spectacular.
a few pretty terrible things started the month off in a bit of a tailspin and im surprised i handled it as well as i did. there isnt much use getting into it all right now because it is over and done and i have moved on, however i would like to take a moment to remember a dear old friend named tony esposito. he didnt make it through his open heart surgery. i held that man in such high regards in my heart and he did a lot of pretty amazing things for me and god knows how many other people. his funeral did however, bring a lot of old friends back together; something that should have happened a long time ago; with tony there. it was a much needed eye-opener and reminded me that life can be taken from us all at any moment. RIP tony we will all miss you dearly <3
during june, i came across a devil website called stickam.com and quickly became disgustingly addicted to it. granted, i know i am stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no money and nothing to do but come on...live webcams? im 24 and pretty sure im in the oldest age group that exists on the site. during my escapades with stickam, i came across this guy john who has a show in which he paints live while running on a treadmill...while entertaining and supplying his viewers with inspirational hardware etc...sometimes drinks are involved. AMAZING. i ended up bumping into an old friend from high school in johns web room and i now have a cool new friend to hang out with in stinktown. hi tristan! so despite stickam sucking 938275932875 hours of would-be art time and adventuring out of me, i got a new buddy. woo! i am proud to say, however, that i havent been going on stickam lately...........because ive been in san francisco! :)
i would like to remind you now that this blog is solely for my own entertainment purposes later on down the road so feel free to stop reading now if youd like. it probably isnt THAT entertaining. really.
ok so yes! one of my best friends taylor had extra flight credit and gave it to me to ease the pain that temecula has been dispensing on my mind. he got me roundtrip tickets to SF and back for the first week of july. fucking rad. im pretty sure i peed a little when i got the confirmation email. so i flew up on virgin airlines (sidenote...the BEST AIRLINE EVER MADE. EVER. EVER. EVER. i never want to fly on another airline as long as i live. as a matter of fact, i had such an astonishing experience with them that i didnt want to get off the plane...which has now brought up thoughts of actually WORKING for virgin america. no joke. end side note) so i flew up and taylor met me at the airport and the adventuring began...
aside from about 100 magnificent talks, we had a wine and cheese night complete with ukuleles, harmonicas, and keyboards. we went to the amber where i was introduced to a new favorite drink, fernet and ginger, as well as a beautiful beast of a dog named wasabi who walks around and howls all night. we spent a good deal of our days/nights romping and swinging around delores park taking in all that the castro and its inhabitants have to offer. we went adventuring with our bajillion cameras at toxic beach and its surrounding areas. we spent our 4th of july at the embarcadero center during the day to see the new hunter s thompson documentary called 'gonzo' which was soooooo fucking good (sidenote: sharkees, growling tummies, grump old men, and obnoxious old ladies)
we then headed back to spend our night of cloudy fireworks in delores park. apparently last year some drunk girl blew her hand off with a firework so the cops were walking around confiscating everyones sparklers, drinks, drugs, and alcohol. it was kind of disconcerting since just about everyday delores is filled with naked people wandering around with joints and booze hanging out of their mouths. it only lasted that one night so it was ok and i had an awesome 4th...taylor even finagled a sparkler for us! i got to meet up with my lovely friend matty rue that night for 2 seconds but the cops scared him off. next time he better hang out or ill beat him with a bag filled with oranges... (sidenote: russian lumberjack, quadka, potty pants and the piddle party...poor wet bummed lady)
taylor and i went on another big adventure to a huge abandoned tuna cannery out by hunters point. it was filled with epic hallways and rooftops soaked from floor to ceiling in graffiti and artwork. we took even more photos with all our cameras and bumped into some guys tagging so we hung with them for a bit and documented. they were nice and one little asian guy showed me the pot he had stashed away in his pocket. the next day we ended up at the park and made an indian chief headdress for me. getting back to my roots i guess. yeah. we had a bit of a dance party (elliot smith, kings of convenience, radio dept, born ruffians, the legends, scott mckenzie, john lennon, shocking pinks, and windsor for the derby) and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. there were a group of hipsters with a massive slip and slide set up on the hill and we watched them drunkenly eat shit down it. it ruled. i probably said "awww" to at least 100+ dogs all week. i love that everyone hangs out with their dogs all day. (sidenote: the island of pickle, dried pickle chip currency, count gooch and countess mika, and oscar the speedo nomad)
im going to stop there. if i tried to write about all the great things in sf i would be writing for about 8 more hours probably.
during all of this, taylor and i calculated a plan for me to get up there and to go back to school. nothing is 100% yet but i am thinking very seriously about selling my car and moving back up to go back to school. well see. until then, i am back in stinktown detoxing (the quadka did me in), working on some new art, and reminiscing on the magical times i always seem to have in rice-a-roni town.
check my myspace for the new sf photos. i promise at least some of them are worth checking out...http://www.myspace.com/Miss_Cellophane
if youre bored you should check this site out too. i think its pretty nifty.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
<3 jes
this past month has been a rush of all possible ingredients but the cake turned out pretty damn spectacular.
a few pretty terrible things started the month off in a bit of a tailspin and im surprised i handled it as well as i did. there isnt much use getting into it all right now because it is over and done and i have moved on, however i would like to take a moment to remember a dear old friend named tony esposito. he didnt make it through his open heart surgery. i held that man in such high regards in my heart and he did a lot of pretty amazing things for me and god knows how many other people. his funeral did however, bring a lot of old friends back together; something that should have happened a long time ago; with tony there. it was a much needed eye-opener and reminded me that life can be taken from us all at any moment. RIP tony we will all miss you dearly <3
during june, i came across a devil website called stickam.com and quickly became disgustingly addicted to it. granted, i know i am stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no money and nothing to do but come on...live webcams? im 24 and pretty sure im in the oldest age group that exists on the site. during my escapades with stickam, i came across this guy john who has a show in which he paints live while running on a treadmill...while entertaining and supplying his viewers with inspirational hardware etc...sometimes drinks are involved. AMAZING. i ended up bumping into an old friend from high school in johns web room and i now have a cool new friend to hang out with in stinktown. hi tristan! so despite stickam sucking 938275932875 hours of would-be art time and adventuring out of me, i got a new buddy. woo! i am proud to say, however, that i havent been going on stickam lately...........because ive been in san francisco! :)
i would like to remind you now that this blog is solely for my own entertainment purposes later on down the road so feel free to stop reading now if youd like. it probably isnt THAT entertaining. really.
ok so yes! one of my best friends taylor had extra flight credit and gave it to me to ease the pain that temecula has been dispensing on my mind. he got me roundtrip tickets to SF and back for the first week of july. fucking rad. im pretty sure i peed a little when i got the confirmation email. so i flew up on virgin airlines (sidenote...the BEST AIRLINE EVER MADE. EVER. EVER. EVER. i never want to fly on another airline as long as i live. as a matter of fact, i had such an astonishing experience with them that i didnt want to get off the plane...which has now brought up thoughts of actually WORKING for virgin america. no joke. end side note) so i flew up and taylor met me at the airport and the adventuring began...
aside from about 100 magnificent talks, we had a wine and cheese night complete with ukuleles, harmonicas, and keyboards. we went to the amber where i was introduced to a new favorite drink, fernet and ginger, as well as a beautiful beast of a dog named wasabi who walks around and howls all night. we spent a good deal of our days/nights romping and swinging around delores park taking in all that the castro and its inhabitants have to offer. we went adventuring with our bajillion cameras at toxic beach and its surrounding areas. we spent our 4th of july at the embarcadero center during the day to see the new hunter s thompson documentary called 'gonzo' which was soooooo fucking good (sidenote: sharkees, growling tummies, grump old men, and obnoxious old ladies)
we then headed back to spend our night of cloudy fireworks in delores park. apparently last year some drunk girl blew her hand off with a firework so the cops were walking around confiscating everyones sparklers, drinks, drugs, and alcohol. it was kind of disconcerting since just about everyday delores is filled with naked people wandering around with joints and booze hanging out of their mouths. it only lasted that one night so it was ok and i had an awesome 4th...taylor even finagled a sparkler for us! i got to meet up with my lovely friend matty rue that night for 2 seconds but the cops scared him off. next time he better hang out or ill beat him with a bag filled with oranges... (sidenote: russian lumberjack, quadka, potty pants and the piddle party...poor wet bummed lady)
taylor and i went on another big adventure to a huge abandoned tuna cannery out by hunters point. it was filled with epic hallways and rooftops soaked from floor to ceiling in graffiti and artwork. we took even more photos with all our cameras and bumped into some guys tagging so we hung with them for a bit and documented. they were nice and one little asian guy showed me the pot he had stashed away in his pocket. the next day we ended up at the park and made an indian chief headdress for me. getting back to my roots i guess. yeah. we had a bit of a dance party (elliot smith, kings of convenience, radio dept, born ruffians, the legends, scott mckenzie, john lennon, shocking pinks, and windsor for the derby) and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. there were a group of hipsters with a massive slip and slide set up on the hill and we watched them drunkenly eat shit down it. it ruled. i probably said "awww" to at least 100+ dogs all week. i love that everyone hangs out with their dogs all day. (sidenote: the island of pickle, dried pickle chip currency, count gooch and countess mika, and oscar the speedo nomad)
im going to stop there. if i tried to write about all the great things in sf i would be writing for about 8 more hours probably.
during all of this, taylor and i calculated a plan for me to get up there and to go back to school. nothing is 100% yet but i am thinking very seriously about selling my car and moving back up to go back to school. well see. until then, i am back in stinktown detoxing (the quadka did me in), working on some new art, and reminiscing on the magical times i always seem to have in rice-a-roni town.
check my myspace for the new sf photos. i promise at least some of them are worth checking out...http://www.myspace.com/Miss_Cellophane
if youre bored you should check this site out too. i think its pretty nifty.
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/
<3 jes
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
talk about ferris wheels!
talk about get the ball rolling...i went into a bar last night determined to get a job and walked out with one. proof that if you set your mind to something you can do it. its only part-time but its enough to get started :) i also made an obnoxious necklace. i found a bag filled with thousands of beads that apparently didnt make the awesome color cut back in my younger days. being the pack rat that i am, i saved them all and this was one of those liberating moments when i, the pack rat, can say 'i told you so'. ill probably never wear it....and never throw it away since ill MAYBE have some use for it when im 65. see following...
yesterday i slept til 3 which oddly left me a bit rattled since ive been on the run so much lately. i decided to stay up all night and day today to fix my schedule so i can get to bed earlier tonight. today i want to:
walk down to the pool and jump in fully clothed just because im feeling bananarific.
work on todds hunter s thompson painting since its still not done and his birthday was a couple months ago. woops. heres what i got so far...
answer at least ONE of those 800 numbers that keeps calling me.
feed the snakes.
make an epic playlist and reconfigure my shuffle.
finish resizing jamaica photos and videos.
take a picture of a stranger.
bake some cookies.
try to stay awake.
early this morning i had a conversation with someone very close and it made me realize that i truly am a lunatic. when in rome....shhhhh it made sense to me.
which reminds me...how is YOUR banana bonanza going? check out this crafty little piece of joy...
http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/16/nana-saver/
another thing...theres this guy andrew curtis who made a pretty awesome video.
Cinco De Mayo Carnival from Andrew Curtis on Vimeo.
here are a few of the details if youre interested:
Shooting 1 second exposures every 2 seconds. A total of 2683 images in this video, played back at 12fps. Shot on 2 consecutive nights. First night was the panning tripod. While we were shooting, a guy called me back about an ad on craigslist for his Peleng 8mm fisheye. We went and picked it up at midnight and brought it along the 2nd night, when we did all the still shots.
i will never stop being inspired by barry mcgee. ever.
this is also fucking amazing...
sorry this is really entertaining to me...
have a good day and eat ya nanners!
<3 jes
yesterday i slept til 3 which oddly left me a bit rattled since ive been on the run so much lately. i decided to stay up all night and day today to fix my schedule so i can get to bed earlier tonight. today i want to:
walk down to the pool and jump in fully clothed just because im feeling bananarific.
work on todds hunter s thompson painting since its still not done and his birthday was a couple months ago. woops. heres what i got so far...
answer at least ONE of those 800 numbers that keeps calling me.
feed the snakes.
make an epic playlist and reconfigure my shuffle.
finish resizing jamaica photos and videos.
take a picture of a stranger.
bake some cookies.
try to stay awake.
early this morning i had a conversation with someone very close and it made me realize that i truly am a lunatic. when in rome....shhhhh it made sense to me.
which reminds me...how is YOUR banana bonanza going? check out this crafty little piece of joy...
http://www.neatorama.com/2008/05/16/nana-saver/
another thing...theres this guy andrew curtis who made a pretty awesome video.
Cinco De Mayo Carnival from Andrew Curtis on Vimeo.
here are a few of the details if youre interested:
Shooting 1 second exposures every 2 seconds. A total of 2683 images in this video, played back at 12fps. Shot on 2 consecutive nights. First night was the panning tripod. While we were shooting, a guy called me back about an ad on craigslist for his Peleng 8mm fisheye. We went and picked it up at midnight and brought it along the 2nd night, when we did all the still shots.
i will never stop being inspired by barry mcgee. ever.
this is also fucking amazing...
sorry this is really entertaining to me...
have a good day and eat ya nanners!
<3 jes
Monday, May 26, 2008
ya mon!!
oh jesus. where to begin....
coachella was a lot of fun but wayyyyy too hot. ryan and i nearly drove one another insane but in the long run it was totally worth it. i got to spend some time with a few of my favorite ladies and met eugene, a walking piece of art, from SF. pool parties galore and lots of walking around in the desert heat. its all kind of a blur.
the jvc video premiered on the biggest screen ive ever seen at the motley crue press convention and we massive amounts of fun. a few weeks later, the video was finally done being edited and was premiered online on the following sites:
http://www.heavy.com/video/47843
http://www.streetfire.net/
http://www.spin.com/
http://www.motley.com/
http://www.buckcherry.com/
http://www.paparoach.com/
http://www.therockvine.com/
http://www.mobile.jvc.com/
somehow through all of this, i ended up on a billboard in times square which is absolutely insane to me. the video reached over 300,000 views in the first week and is now already over half a million :)
i set sail to jamaica for five days to see my cousin get hitched and i fell in love with yet ANOTHER place in this world. i had a six hour flight to north carolina on which i met an awesome flight buddy named zach. we had a rediculous human squashed between us nearly the entire time who was oddly a dentist with a pill popping and drinking problem. both of which we had the privilege to experience in such close quarters on a long flight. mid-flight, a lady had a seizure and we had to make an emergency landing in arizona which meant that all the drinks the three of us ordered had to be sadly confiscated for landing. once we popped back up into the sky, the steward (are they even called that anymore or am i living up to my elderly nickname?) felt bad for so abruptly disconnecting us from our baby bottles of liquor that he felt the need to get us wasted for free. wow. drunk at that elevation was an experience ill never forget....or maybe i would have if zach and i hadnt DOCUMENTED our entire flight in my sketchbook!!! we traded ipods and computers only to find that we love all the same music so we synchronized our favorite songs to play at the same time through our head phones and rocked out all night while we wrote it all down so we could remember it later. im not exaggerating when i say our row was the ONLY row in the entire plane awake and fully wasted. we took FULL advantage. best. flight. ever. after we landed, we hung out during our layovers in north carolina and ventured outside to climb on a water fountain and mini bomb it with stickers. we met a random in chilis who i convinced to write in our flight journal...six pages later, we made a new friend and had a couple drinks in the bar at 8am in a state ive never visited. rediculous. see following...
we said our goodbyes and parted ways.
from north carolina, i flew solo to jamaica only to be greeted by a two hour long immigration line which totally blew because i was stuck in line with someone who kept farting...but leave it to jamaica to redeem itself because when i made it to the main terminal, i was greeted with frosty red stripe which i fully took part in. i had two hour long bus ride from the airport to the resort during which i saw tons of hotels and houses that looked like enormous pastel dollhouses, houses smaller than my room made out of scraps literally next door to these castles and also convinced the driver to sing the ever so stereotypical 'day-o'. see following...
when i arrived at the resort my family and i had a few houses on a hill all painted the colors of fruit loops, each complete with its own backyard pool and a fridge filled to the brim with liquor and about a lifetime supply of red stripe. i swear they drink it like water. at this point i was peeing pure alcohol so when nighttime rolled around, my vision was a bit depleted. i stubbed my toe so hard that i dislocated, and fractured it. ha ha. it hurt like a bitch and kept me out of the next days events which allowed me to spend some time video chatting by the pool with one of my best friends danny all day.
day three was the wedding and im just making a guesstimate here, but my grandma abducted the microphone about 5 times to sing for all of us. it was painfully entertaining and i got plenty of videos of her being a diva. go grandma! the day progressed in tons of pool jollification, pool volleyball with a bunch of strange people from all over the world and plenty of vodka pineapples to make it even more amusing than it already was. i actually shredded volleyball and since id never played before i was super happy about the whole thing.
day four, i woke up bright and early to go on a sketchy glassbottom boat complete with two jamaican comedians. i saw a ton of nude beaches, a giant coral reef, out of this world resorts and private beaches complete with local families taking full advantage of the turquoise water. from there, i escaped to the pool and convinced my grandma who has never learned how to swim to come romp around with me. she held onto a float and appeared to be having a blast. go me! from there we went to ride horses for a few hours through jamaica and ended up in the ocean. our horses went so deep in the ocean that only their heads stuck out of the water and it was one of the most unbeatable experiences ive ever had. talk about being in the moment. we learned all about jamaicas history and hung out with some locals on the beach.
we got back to the resort and went down to the beach and hung out with a jamaican photographer who was the first person working there to not be a super creep. he had tattoos and liked decent music so we all hung out for a bit and made plans to meet up later and go to a beach party. we then went into town on a shopping trip and got to take in even more sights and sounds of the jamaican culture. some jeweler made me try on a $7,000 watch and i pretended for a moment that it was actually mine while im pretty sure the jeweler pretended for a moment i was his. it was fun then he offered me weed. off we went back to the resort and we ate yet another amazing meal accompanied by even more red stripe and went to the strangest mothers day celebration ever. some guy was making creepy music on a keyboard and the resort conjured up the idea to line up a bunch of moms so we could all awkwardly watch them stand there...see following and dont forget to enjoy the music...
i got ready to meet our jamaican photographer friend. it sounds super sketchy but i suppose some of the most memorable and exciting things usually do. it was totally worth it. we drank red stripe in the ocean all night and listened to live music with his friends and talked about the differences in our countries for a few hours. jamaicans dont have 'problems' they call them situations. ya mon! did i mention his name was damaly rose? pffff uhhhmazing.
day five, i limped down to the buffet one last time and filled up with even more fresh fruit and french toast. it was time for me to venture on back to california and everyone was crying. did i mention i havent seen that side of my family in over twelve years? i took in the two hour long bus ride back to the airport like id never be back and then arrived at the airport. i was genuinely bummed when i got on the plane to fly back home and i was even more bummed when i found out i had the exit seat right next to two microscopic unbearable children whose parents were nowhere to be found. i imagined having to throw them out the plane onto the blow-up slide in case we crashed and it made me laugh. no flight will ever beat the flight with my flying buddy zach.
so ive been back in california for a week or so trying to get back into the ring of things and not doing such a great job. theres too much amazing stuff going on. im waiting for this grand finale to end but it just doesnt seem to be happening so i came home today and im going to make myself get back on track. i moved to this shit town for a reason and now im going to get the ball rolling....but first i have to upload 1098723049720491 pictures.
<3 jes
coachella was a lot of fun but wayyyyy too hot. ryan and i nearly drove one another insane but in the long run it was totally worth it. i got to spend some time with a few of my favorite ladies and met eugene, a walking piece of art, from SF. pool parties galore and lots of walking around in the desert heat. its all kind of a blur.
the jvc video premiered on the biggest screen ive ever seen at the motley crue press convention and we massive amounts of fun. a few weeks later, the video was finally done being edited and was premiered online on the following sites:
http://www.streetfire.net/
http://www.spin.com/
http://www.motley.com/
http://www.buckcherry.com/
http://www.paparoach.com/
http://www.therockvine.com/
http://www.mobile.jvc.com/
somehow through all of this, i ended up on a billboard in times square which is absolutely insane to me. the video reached over 300,000 views in the first week and is now already over half a million :)
i set sail to jamaica for five days to see my cousin get hitched and i fell in love with yet ANOTHER place in this world. i had a six hour flight to north carolina on which i met an awesome flight buddy named zach. we had a rediculous human squashed between us nearly the entire time who was oddly a dentist with a pill popping and drinking problem. both of which we had the privilege to experience in such close quarters on a long flight.
we said our goodbyes and parted ways.
from north carolina, i flew solo to jamaica only to be greeted by a two hour long immigration line which totally blew because i was stuck in line with someone who kept farting...but leave it to jamaica to redeem itself because when i made it to the main terminal, i was greeted with frosty red stripe which i fully took part in. i had two hour long bus ride from the airport to the resort during which i saw tons of hotels and houses that looked like enormous pastel dollhouses, houses smaller than my room made out of scraps literally next door to these castles and also convinced the driver to sing the ever so stereotypical 'day-o'. see following...
when i arrived at the resort my family and i had a few houses on a hill all painted the colors of fruit loops, each complete with its own backyard pool and a fridge filled to the brim with liquor and about a lifetime supply of red stripe. i swear they drink it like water. at this point i was peeing pure alcohol so when nighttime rolled around, my vision was a bit depleted. i stubbed my toe so hard that i dislocated, and fractured it. ha ha. it hurt like a bitch and kept me out of the next days events which allowed me to spend some time video chatting by the pool with one of my best friends danny all day.
day three was the wedding and im just making a guesstimate here, but my grandma abducted the microphone about 5 times to sing for all of us. it was painfully entertaining and i got plenty of videos of her being a diva. go grandma! the day progressed in tons of pool jollification, pool volleyball with a bunch of strange people from all over the world and plenty of vodka pineapples to make it even more amusing than it already was. i actually shredded volleyball and since id never played before i was super happy about the whole thing.
day four, i woke up bright and early to go on a sketchy glassbottom boat complete with two jamaican comedians. i saw a ton of nude beaches, a giant coral reef, out of this world resorts and private beaches complete with local families taking full advantage of the turquoise water. from there, i escaped to the pool and convinced my grandma who has never learned how to swim to come romp around with me. she held onto a float and appeared to be having a blast. go me! from there we went to ride horses for a few hours through jamaica and ended up in the ocean. our horses went so deep in the ocean that only their heads stuck out of the water and it was one of the most unbeatable experiences ive ever had. talk about being in the moment. we learned all about jamaicas history and hung out with some locals on the beach.
we got back to the resort and went down to the beach and hung out with a jamaican photographer who was the first person working there to not be a super creep. he had tattoos and liked decent music so we all hung out for a bit and made plans to meet up later and go to a beach party. we then went into town on a shopping trip and got to take in even more sights and sounds of the jamaican culture. some jeweler made me try on a $7,000 watch and i pretended for a moment that it was actually mine while im pretty sure the jeweler pretended for a moment i was his. it was fun then he offered me weed. off we went back to the resort and we ate yet another amazing meal accompanied by even more red stripe and went to the strangest mothers day celebration ever. some guy was making creepy music on a keyboard and the resort conjured up the idea to line up a bunch of moms so we could all awkwardly watch them stand there...see following and dont forget to enjoy the music...
i got ready to meet our jamaican photographer friend. it sounds super sketchy but i suppose some of the most memorable and exciting things usually do. it was totally worth it. we drank red stripe in the ocean all night and listened to live music with his friends and talked about the differences in our countries for a few hours. jamaicans dont have 'problems' they call them situations. ya mon! did i mention his name was damaly rose? pffff uhhhmazing.
day five, i limped down to the buffet one last time and filled up with even more fresh fruit and french toast. it was time for me to venture on back to california and everyone was crying. did i mention i havent seen that side of my family in over twelve years? i took in the two hour long bus ride back to the airport like id never be back and then arrived at the airport. i was genuinely bummed when i got on the plane to fly back home and i was even more bummed when i found out i had the exit seat right next to two microscopic unbearable children whose parents were nowhere to be found. i imagined having to throw them out the plane onto the blow-up slide in case we crashed and it made me laugh. no flight will ever beat the flight with my flying buddy zach.
so ive been back in california for a week or so trying to get back into the ring of things and not doing such a great job. theres too much amazing stuff going on. im waiting for this grand finale to end but it just doesnt seem to be happening so i came home today and im going to make myself get back on track. i moved to this shit town for a reason and now im going to get the ball rolling....but first i have to upload 1098723049720491 pictures.
<3 jes
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