15 September 2014

I showed you mine, now show me yours

These are all of my canned goods.

Garbanzo beans, artichoke hearts, tomato stuff and tomato things.

I'm curious, what's in your cabinet? 

Send a picture of your canned goods, please - let's compare! 

If you don't know how to leave it in the comments, you can email me at JnetWrites@gmail.com. Or take a picture with your phone and text it to 217.416.2953

Thanks, dude!

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WISCONSIN GEOFF'S CABINET

MY DAD'S BEER FRIDGE




11 September 2014

General Disarray


 


 


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Listening to: Cosmonauts - Sweet Talk
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10 September 2014

The Christian idea of God was created as a way to control the behavior of others and explain the source of mind-boggling phenomena

....is a really good thing to say to door-to-door Church people. 



A young person and her companion knocked on my door and asked if I would participate in a survey. I thought they were college kids so I said yes.

"If there was one thing you could change, what would it be?"

I'd revert food production to before the days of industrial-agriculture, when it was handled on a personal level, before chemicals and for that matter, even further back, as far back to the very beginning of humans figuring out how to use soil to grow plant and animal food -----

The dude cut me off, saying, "Well, that's interesting. [pause] If there was one thing you could say to God, what would it be?"

The Christian idea of God was created as a way to control the behavior of others and explain the source of mind-boggling phenomena, explain and condemn the ideas and behaviors that someone didn't agree with or understand.

He went on to ask, "What kind of dog do you have? Him or her? Is she a mixed breed? What's her name? How old? Oh wow, she doesn't look ten years old."

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The Growlers - The Growlers - Acid Rain
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06 September 2014

Owl see your mosaic and make one of my own

Do you remember this owl mosaic I made a couple of years ago?


Now look at this photo I found on instagram: 


Notice any similarities? 

It's pretty cool that I inspired someone with what I created. I never thought something like that would happen! 

26 August 2014

The Idahos

Last weekend I drove more than 400 miles and met a dude who told me he's never even gone far enough east to visit The Idahos. I'm pretty sure he meant The Dakotas, but it's anyone's guess.


Whoa, I live close to the ocean!

Octopussy Tree.

Perfect lighthouse weather, but the light was off.

Contrary to travel photo belief, not all lighthouses are majestic:

On Sunday I drove past this legendary sign

On my way home I stopped for dinner and shared my quesadilla with the driver of this car



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Listening to: The Growlers - Wandering Eyes
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20 August 2014

Last night was amaaazing

I was invited to the Heart and Spoon for dinner last night and it was amaaazing. More than delicious homemade sushi (with plenty of vegan options!), it feels great to be surrounded by positive, loving and interesting human beings.

Jes and Sarah! I love this photo of them laughing together! 

Andrew and Kate making kids' lunches, while Jes is still slicing sushi burrito logs.

There were 17 humans and 2 dogs at last night's dinner-- that's not uncommon at the Heart and Spoon!

I sure am glad to be out of the garage, but it's sad not living with this great community. Then again, I'm only a few blocks away and that makes for a convenient visit.

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Listening to: The Growlers - Wandering Eyes
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16 August 2014

Saturday

I slept in until 9 and then laid in bed reading for an hour and a half. My friend Kayla texted and asked if I wanted to head to the farmer's market to meet her, her son and her Grandma who is staying in Eugene for a while.

We met at Park City Cafe, had a delicious lunch and then explored the market where I bought a variety of local, organic produce and almost all of it was $2 a pound.

I also bought a jar of Activation Kraut and spice packets, which I will use as seasoning when I roast vegetables in my toaster oven.

$22

Once I'd had enough shopping and window-shopping, I stopped to sit in the sun and watch the drum circle. I sat in an isolated spot, in that the nearest person was more than ten feet away. 

So I'm sitting alone, taking in the scene and taking inventory on my market haul when, some dude and his toddler daughter come up and kneel down next to me. The guy asks, "hey, do you know anyone who would clean my house for $50? I'm raising my daughter alone and running my own business." 

Dude

told him that I didn't know anyone and I wasn't interested in doing it.

And then he just kept kneeling next to me for a reaeaeaeally long time. 

He kept kneeling. 

And kneeling, right next to me.

This guy spent minutes in my personal space until I couldn't take it anymore. I made sure I had my phone, wallet and keys, then exited the scene.

It was weird.




But that awkward moment was balanced out by my borrowing a small cooler to haul home a half-dozen fruit popscicles. It's a nice cooler and one of the farmers lent it to me on the honesty method. Never even asked my name. That dude was nice.

How was your Saturday?

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Listening to: The Growlers
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12 August 2014

Today was a GREAT day

It's odd to me when I visit the ocean, hike among waterfalls in the same day and then come home and can't find brainpower or some equivalent energy to put words on my blog. I don't know what my "problem" is, but I keep circling back to this feeling that I just want to DO and not document my every move. Too much technology and connectedness is bad. I just want to do and be and exist and experience and then come home to reflect. --Plan for another adventure.

And also, it's like, after 9pm and I'm still trying to do my art/fun, which is glue some stuff to wood.


I was lucky enough to be invited to a Kiwi Berry Farm.



It was more than a farm. It was a place where people live and be and connect with other humans and it was the kind of good where you come home and don't want to do anything but go outside and find a patch of earth to lay upon so you can reflect upon your day and fantasize about the future.

Today was a GREAT day.

I owe it all to BK.

The night escapes me because I've spent nearly two hours trying to upload 14 photos to flickr. I can't see how the documenting of my act should outweigh the actual act itself. And of course, I can't access the HTML now that they finally uploaded. Hooray for technology!

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Listening to: The Cramps - Goo Goo Muck
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Happy Birthday JILL!!!!

06 August 2014

My blog is seven years old today.



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Listening to: Thee Oh Sees - Crack in Your Eye
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Thank Gawd for Wordless Wednesday


 

30 July 2014

Today he is five

I called my nephew after work to wish him a happy fifth birthday. It was 7pm his time and he was riding home after spending the day at Six Flags. As soon as he was handed the phone he sternly asked, "Who is this!?"

Jeannette.

"Jeannette??"

Yeah, I called to wish you a Happy Birthday.

"Oh, yeah. What's your dog doing?"





Lick Fingers. Wipe Hands on Pants.

I feel obligated to post a life update but don't have it in me to write anything in depth or at length. Instead, I want to tell you about this moment last summer when I was invited to a friend's house and she ordered pizza for the four of us. Not long after eating my first slice, the host asked if I would like a paper towel or napkin of some sort and without thinking I replied, "No thanks, I was going to lick my fingers and wipe my hands on my pants."

Everyone laughed.

I fake laughed along and thought about how I was not even joking when I said that. I was 100% honest. My plan was to:
  • eat pizza 
  • lick my fingers 
  • wipe my hands on my pants 
  • wash up when I was officially done eating pizza
Because that's what adults do, wash their hands sometimes before and always after eating.



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Listening to: Thee Oh Sees - Minotaur a song I have tagged via Shazam, twice, since being in Euge-- holy crap I moved two thousand miles away from everyone I know
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I am experiencing one of those HOLY CRAP moments. It's been exactly one year since I visited Eugene looking for a job and making a more serious attempt to move. Two years since I started trying to land a job with my dream company. Which I accomplished a mere six weeks ago. Just three months since I left Springfield. Three weeks since I sold my house and later that same day signed a one year lease on a super cool duplex. Whoa, back up a step. It was a mere three months ago when I set off across the country in my mom's car with a select bit of possessions and Nico on a 2600 mile relocation journey with no job and no place to go. I spent May and part of June sleeping on couches, in hotels and in the car. I relocated to a garage where I slept for a month. I am a few weeks into a one-year lease. I sold my house. I'm planning for the uhaul delivery of all my worldly possessions to land in five weeks. Later in September is when shit will feel real-real. Right now it still feels like I'm traveling for work or something else temporary.

But yeah, I live in Eugene, Oregon.

Lick fingers.
Wipe hands on pants.
Enjoy the scenery.

15 July 2014

Our tiny planet

Tonight I decided to stop in a different local grocery store on my way home from work. I was at the deli asking them way more questions than necessary about a pre-cooked twice-baked potato when some dude stopped me with a tap on my shoulder, long stare before--

"Hi."

Then a hug.

Unrelated photo taken during my last tattoo.

We decided that we remebered each other from 2000 miles away. He used to shop at Food Fantasies, where I worked - in Illinois (I am in Oregon, remember).

It gets weirder.


Last summer he lived in the exact same garage I just moved out of.

Blink.

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Listening to: The Uncluded - Delicate Cycle
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