tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19745728113598555522024-02-18T21:56:08.807-05:00japchanjenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-1943540451890629922011-06-28T07:14:00.000-04:002011-06-28T07:14:12.981-04:00you can't beat a man at his own gamewe were walking through walmart yesterday and cut through the infant department, an aisle we normally eschew. when bob asked why we were going that way i quipped "because i want a baby" to which bob quickly replied "what for, to sacrifice to satan?"<br />
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touche, sir, touchejenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-17239542273111802912011-05-06T21:52:00.000-04:002011-05-06T21:52:33.732-04:00shakespeare but just this once<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nhzahzP7wW8vhEi6X_ZZQOuOAERIe5QEEAh1jzvrlSO74ibYDDNEXRvyEnVy8LDx57AUfuGZLBl8s_yyLTI0_fDu2Tscv6Y7yAB0vLE-FlFvsK4wYuiaCZ0WAyFxpX4zUL2Z7S328Xs/s1600/moonphase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nhzahzP7wW8vhEi6X_ZZQOuOAERIe5QEEAh1jzvrlSO74ibYDDNEXRvyEnVy8LDx57AUfuGZLBl8s_yyLTI0_fDu2Tscv6Y7yAB0vLE-FlFvsK4wYuiaCZ0WAyFxpX4zUL2Z7S328Xs/s400/moonphase.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Let me not to the marriage of true minds<br />
Admit impediments. Love is not love<br />
Which alters when it alteration finds,<br />
Or bends with the remover to remove:<br />
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark <br />
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br />
It is the star to every wandering bark,<br />
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.<br />
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks <br />
Within his bending sickle's compass come: <br />
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, <br />
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.<br />
If this be error and upon me proved,<br />
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. </span></div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-12010861545563249442011-01-05T00:04:00.000-05:002011-01-05T00:04:30.775-05:00becoming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwRglRPvswjMMeEa7muQszTW5e6IA1U2pMRuH591-1bba4o53jhyphenhyphenuQK2AnWMqTJy3M0MaGk2TJ_K6aqLwMBravQNFFparxMyu_y51vjS811OH5YphopO9-a1rs41Jc5SDSImScEZD3mI/s1600/Image4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwRglRPvswjMMeEa7muQszTW5e6IA1U2pMRuH591-1bba4o53jhyphenhyphenuQK2AnWMqTJy3M0MaGk2TJ_K6aqLwMBravQNFFparxMyu_y51vjS811OH5YphopO9-a1rs41Jc5SDSImScEZD3mI/s400/Image4.jpg" width="175" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mascara makes me pretty, but bob's photography makes me beautiful </div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-46308010797748428042011-01-02T22:41:00.002-05:002011-01-02T22:49:11.410-05:00yeah zombie dress-up!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitrUY1OhoSf5CSy04m9Dil-DXOqhPgqh-sCX34qWQf8L-AWgrqRdTdKrZbzoEiLlUi6t-4GV0JmZx5-KVGzwxnMD3DOcc45Emgn1lUgk3UljIDnXAThpc69KAYAV6b3fohMGhICHqkTI/s1600/index-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitrUY1OhoSf5CSy04m9Dil-DXOqhPgqh-sCX34qWQf8L-AWgrqRdTdKrZbzoEiLlUi6t-4GV0JmZx5-KVGzwxnMD3DOcc45Emgn1lUgk3UljIDnXAThpc69KAYAV6b3fohMGhICHqkTI/s400/index-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">it actually makes sense...jesus <i>was</i> a zombie, after all...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.redmeat.com/redmeat/">more red meat</a></div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-75340032811535525292010-12-28T13:52:00.001-05:002010-12-28T14:34:17.762-05:00streamofconsciousness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy16eNorxluopqLJqNTTBJgcNhB4qAT_OozjT1Lx5NO7w1VnrQubxPAwPO_t13-KDQ7F98e_5UFBwqK2XtmiumQh84fJh5NYNbYMlGHtXwJfJO1woVpk-TZ-TT9SxH5M-GNcF3Uxr0qJ4/s400/dutiel.jpg" width="400" /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">elevators make me uneasy. this single thought is on repeat in my mind as i glide silently upwards to my nameless destination. as the doors slide open, i close my eyes, prolonging the sensation of falling i feel in the pit of my empty stomach. i step blindly from the elevator, hands outstretched, the brilliant white light piercing through my thin eyelids. i hear the keening wail of what sounds like a child in pain, a sound that causes me to snap open my unwilling eyes. standing before me in an otherwise vacant space is the largest male peacock i have ever seen. the high-pitched shriek i had heard was his. i am mesmerized by this bird, and for a moment we stare at each other in silence, a silence so large it seems to come from more than just ourselves. i rip my eyes away from the peacock, allowing my mind to explore this space. a vast expanse of white barrenness seems to extend in all directions as far as i can see. no sights, no sounds, no smells interfere with the perfect void that is contained within this unknown room. suddenly the peacock shrieks again, dragging my attention back to him as he slowly advances upon me. i realize i have taken several steps toward him as well, my feet making no noise on the white ground beneath my feet. as he meets my eye, his tail suddenly explodes to expose the full iridescence of its plumage, the sound of the feathers snapping into place seeming like the sound of a thousand doors opening, and fear takes hold of my soul as i realize the peacock is growing, expanding, doubling in size, filling the previously empty room with his plumage. i gasp audibly and the sound is so loud it provokes another shattering shriek from the bird. as i stumble backwards through the still open elevator doors, i drop to my knees in nameless fear, wondering if the peacock will follow me, overtake me, somehow manage to stuff his body into this elevator with me, but the doors slam shut mercifully, cutting off the sound of one last wail from the gargantuan bird. the last thing i see is the brilliant, piercing single eye of the monstrous bird, peering through the crack of the door in what - rage? curiosity? hunger? nothing? i close my eyes, grateful for once for the sensation of falling that tells me the elevator is retreating from this bizarre empty room, from the peacock that surely held some significance, but what? what did it all mean? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RE8m3WTFCWCufCtiq7f-dsuQBM41feadxjV_ILx70qUdj5DPWpcuZclNBc542n2_734NIFnNFOWoTTVaoI_Rmyi-i5Eblxg4Wt7MOFZHIFYEwXK6l1AE2f6GNYJINK6HxXDvXDiAzEU/s1600/indian-peacock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RE8m3WTFCWCufCtiq7f-dsuQBM41feadxjV_ILx70qUdj5DPWpcuZclNBc542n2_734NIFnNFOWoTTVaoI_Rmyi-i5Eblxg4Wt7MOFZHIFYEwXK6l1AE2f6GNYJINK6HxXDvXDiAzEU/s400/indian-peacock.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;">note: white room photo by <a href="http://www.katherinedutiel.com/">katherine du tiel </a></span></div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-18479308793025487212010-12-27T16:52:00.000-05:002010-12-27T16:52:19.482-05:00no tears for spilled paint<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"> Though time casts the shadow of uncertainty over our lengthening memories, certain events stand out like neon signs in the streets of our minds. I no longer recall the color of the sky that day nor the dress that I wore, but my first experience with injustice looms large over my secret memories of childhood. In retrospect, it seems like such a trivial incident, not a thing to be remembered after twenty-five years, but we humans tend to paint our own problems in the boldest of colors, convinced that our own troubles must certainly be more significant than those of other people. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>I can still remember the joy I felt at finally being allowed to attend school. Kindergarten was a long-awaited privilege to me. I was one of “those” children – the miniature adult trapped in the uncooperative body of a child, with an enormous vocabulary and solemn temperament that belied my emotional immaturity. Making friends was a bit of a challenge as I recall, since to my peers, my prim demeanor and serious nature probably seemed more like a character from a Victorian novel than a modern child. My best friend was a slim girl with smooth brown bobbed hair and a cheerful disposition. Her name was Angie Penterman and I worshiped her. So much so that six months later, when my normally overly attentive mother was otherwise engaged, I got the sewing scissors from their hiding place and chopped off my waist length hair, much to the horror of all who knew me. But that is a different story of a different problem…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>The story of <i>this</i> problem began on an ordinary morning during what was referred to as “free time”; that part of the school day when we were allowed to quietly play in groups in the classroom. At the time, I was one of the only kindergartners who already knew how to read, and I often read aloud to my little friends when asked. On this particular day, Angie Penterman and I decided to read during our free time, and we crept under the large painting easels kept in the corner of the classroom, taking our book with us. They had recently been used, and several sloppy paint pots in various states of fullness still rested in their holders. Angie and I carefully climbed under them and began to read. I remember we were very pleased with the way the easels served as a private sort of tent just for us, and for a time the only distractions from our storybook were the cracklings of the paintings, still drying on the easels from the morning’s art projects, as they rustled in the breeze from the open window.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>Then the boys came along, as the boys always do, and spoiled our peaceful little reading tent. They were noisy and they were obnoxious, and of course we alternately hated their attention and fought to be the focus of it. Although I no longer recall the particulars of their intrusive games that morning, it is easy to imagine they probably involved plots to steal our book and the overuse of the word “cooties”. Also easy to imagine is the ultimate outcome of kindergarten boys playfully harassing two little girls under unsteady easels with open paint pots. Of course after a few minutes of skirmishing there was a crash, and wild streaks and splashes and spatters of primary colored paint lay in swaths across the carpet like a Jackson Pollock painting. There was a momentary silence as Angie and I looked at each other, still under the easels, paint dripping on our heads from the tipped pots, and then there was the sound that strikes terror in the hearts of children everywhere - the sudden rush of air that means a very large and very fast moving adult is rapidly approaching.<span> </span>It is at this point that we come to the introduction of the villain of the piece: enter Mrs. Foster.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>Mrs. Foster was, of course, The Kindergarten Teacher. Perhaps you were lucky enough to have a lovely, kind, encouraging kindergarten teacher to usher you into the sacred halls of learning, someone who inspired you to become the wonderfully fulfilled person you are today. Some of us were not so lucky. Some of us had kindergarten teachers who were perpetually cranky, unjustifiably bad tempered and smelled funny. If there were a country composed of crabby kindergarten teachers, Mrs. Foster would have been its leader. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>As Angie and I waited for our impending doom as it crossed the classroom toward the art corner, we realized the real culprits in this paint pot fiasco, the boys, had bailed like rats from a sinking ship, and we would be left to face Mrs. Foster alone. She accused, shouted, pointed skinny gnarled fingers of blame, and generally was unreasonable and unreachable, and I could not for the life of me find it within myself to protest. I waited for Angie to say something, to explain that we had merely been reading, for the boys to step up and acknowledge their actions, for the sound of my own voice to say “I did not do this!” but ultimately I crumpled under the weight of her false accusations and meekly obeyed her instructions to fetch paper towels and water to clean up the biggest splashes of paint. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>I remember crying as I trotted back and forth to the sink with wet paper towels, dabbing ineffectually at the garish paint stains on the carpet. Angie stoically did the same. There was no greater consequence than the cleaning of the carpet that I recall, but it was not the punishment that has made me return to this day in my mind so many times since the incident occurred all those years ago, nor was it the shame I felt at being castigated in front of the entire class. Quite simply, up until that day I had never been blamed for something I had not done.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><span> </span>Of course in the ensuing years since that day in kindergarten, I have seen myself behave similarly when faced with other problems. The patterns of my personality established themselves early, and I have frequently accepted blame and punishment for situations that were not mine to own. This martyr complex is a problem I contend with on a near daily basis, and may never be resolved to my satisfaction, but at the very least I am self aware enough to recognize its origins in a kindergarten classroom long ago. Paint stains may fade, but the memory of injustice is raw forever. </span></div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-73723031961531974412010-12-24T13:24:00.003-05:002010-12-28T14:35:26.405-05:00little things<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” </span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">~Henry David Thoreau~</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">To put it simply, I didn’t have much, growing up in that land of swimming pools and movie stars and sunshine and smog known as California. Bags of wilted hand-me-down clothes from churches and mysterious canned goods from community pantries were simply a matter of routine in the sparse apartments I shared with my mother and older brother. The secret laws of childhood friendships always seemed to elude me, and I spent more time with the books I horded from yard sales than with humans my own age. We moved frequently, and it seemed I forever had to winnow down my meager childhood possessions into ever smaller boxes each time we packed up the car and drove to the next tiny, temporary home. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Necessity, then, drove me to find intangible things to treasure: the smell of city sidewalks after rain, the way a bird painstakingly builds its nest from the litter in the streets, the sight of one lone star shining through the lingering haze of pollution in the night sky, and the power of my own childish mind to create something that could never be taken away from me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">To any poverty stricken child of intelligence, the public library is a sort of heaven. I first read a battered library copy of Thoreau’s Walden when I was ten or so. His story of a solitary life in a simple cabin built by his own hands in Massachusetts in the 1800’s, where he had the time to reflect on the implications of life in a Capitalist society, seemed strangely relevant to a poor young girl stranded in the twentieth century urban wasteland of California. Although at the time I failed to understand some of the political messages it contained, I immediately internalized this particular passage, identifying deeply with Thoreau’s emphasis on the importance of nonconformity, self-reliance, and the simple pleasures of nature and knowledge. In time, this passion for "the essential things of life" grew to encompass not only the literature and art I observed but the creation of it as well. Painting, writing, photography, critical thinking and the sharing of philosophical ideas, all the essential parts of my life as I now define it, stem from the seed planted by the reading of this simple idea.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwP5GwHdR5C3iWv8t9pinFQGsa2U_KPHU8Xe5fgksJPzUFUavam77oumszdn4kn0Fi99jJHsgQxYTxLMS3W0HVXLlx295n4kC-9CZRrm4hgI4EcruSyqm16xdXedpXsBX8ytTalo0ULA/s1600/84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWwP5GwHdR5C3iWv8t9pinFQGsa2U_KPHU8Xe5fgksJPzUFUavam77oumszdn4kn0Fi99jJHsgQxYTxLMS3W0HVXLlx295n4kC-9CZRrm4hgI4EcruSyqm16xdXedpXsBX8ytTalo0ULA/s400/84.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-89542678047707408732010-12-22T23:08:00.001-05:002010-12-24T10:05:10.826-05:00my xmas gift from me to meeeee<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">that's right kids, after a much needed hiatus, the bitch is back, and i have a brand new site to serve as the reservoir for my art: <a href="http://japchanart.blogspot.com/">japchan art & photography</a> will house my paintings, photos, and visual creative projects, while japchan will continue to serve all your sarcastic and nerdy literary needs. you can access the new blog from the link above or from the permalink in the sidebar here at japchan.</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-39028570465583341482010-01-22T23:30:00.003-05:002010-01-22T23:35:00.167-05:00a friday morning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JtV8eRmuwkm3Rn0XQsIjpeGtnHb2pZBDGf2a6AcOxi_mX3Y12rgTY0z0cGZ1sq92nkv6_Z_EEJd_7olktdKkPXxhyphenhyphen4A2JfBQd8tvYDur2WP4RLf210cUT3vaoXBiW0ijQ5DDrJHMQwM/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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<div style="text-align: justify;">i have in the past put up several vintage or vintage-inspired misogynistic (and hilarious) posters <a href="http://japchan.blogspot.com/2007/12/dripping-with-sarcasm.html">here</a> and <a href="http://japchan.blogspot.com/2009/11/coffee-and-spanking-yes-please.html">here</a> and i could not let this one go unposted. although further commentary seems unnecessary, i cannot help myself...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the use of a monosyllabic rhyme scheme is a deceptively simple way to point out vital information such as this, while still keeping it at a level all men regardless of education or socioeconomic background can understand and benefit from. women are indeed lying whores and it would be best for all penises and pocketbooks to be kept at a safe distance. consider this your friendly bit of advice for the day, gentlemen. no need to thank me. just pay it forward and keep it safely in your pants, where no disease ridden slattern can infect it with the gonosyphiherpelaids...</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-51237414460871198322009-11-09T18:53:00.005-05:002010-12-28T14:39:05.887-05:00crack is wack yo<div style="text-align: justify;">so i was at work today, innocently sterilizing bloody instruments in the lab, when our product rep came by for his weekly visit. this middle aged gentlemen has known me on a very impersonal level for about a year at both dental offices in which i have worked. after scrutinizing me for a moment he suddenly asked apropos of nothing "how much do you weigh?" which caught me off guard to such an extent that i actually answered him truthfully instead of sidestepping such a question as i normally would. (i weigh around 110 pounds, everybody, just so we are all on the same damn page, okay?) he replied that i was "very thin" and had i ever considered trying to gain more weight. at this point, two other members of the office staff joined in and agreed that i was "much too thin" and i would look "so much better with an extra 10 or even 20 pounds" of weight.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">my point in relating this little incident is this - why do people seem to feel it is perfectly acceptable to tell you are not fat<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">enough</span></span>, but these same people would bristle in righteous indignation if they were told they are<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> too</span> fat? are these not opposite sides of the same personal coin? if it is "wrong" or "rude" to talk about someone's weight, doesn't this extend to their <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">lack</span> of weight just as much as to their <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">excess</span> of it? it is not that i was particularly offended by the preceding conversation, it is just that it seemed so outside the realm of polite office interaction. i truthfully only care for one person's opinion on my appearance outside my own, and he told me only yesterday how good my slender frame is looking these days.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i am thin, my mother is thin, it has a great deal to do with genetics and something to do with lifestyle. i avoid processed foods, never drink soda, and eat mostly lean meats, pasta, or vegetables - because they taste good to me, not because i am trying to stay skinny. that is just a side benefit. i cannot even tell you how many times i have had the word "skinny" hurled at me as a personal insult. what? i though people <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">want</span> to be skinny - isn't that the selling point of every fashion rag, movie poster, men's magazine, and television commercial trying to sell you anything from juice to dog food? i have even been called a "crack whore" as a derogatory slur on my appearance quite a few times as well. dude, i have never even<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> seen</span> crack! how wild an accusation is that? makes me almost wish i had cancer or something so i could feebly shake my fist at the insulter and say "it's the chemo you fat bitch!"</div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvPFtMtG6OxsMNvqLl_n8_3Av9-T7Y6DTaU9k1AoKWF0915aZ4fUM4ryleoR5_DBW6vN_VaL0WtjVRZRexA3g3fh5kKaFoeTM6YKjI5iTfF_ZExe2EVt13-E2-gkpzzLBzQW9Yk1oI8E/s1600-h/crack.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402273185759460354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvPFtMtG6OxsMNvqLl_n8_3Av9-T7Y6DTaU9k1AoKWF0915aZ4fUM4ryleoR5_DBW6vN_VaL0WtjVRZRexA3g3fh5kKaFoeTM6YKjI5iTfF_ZExe2EVt13-E2-gkpzzLBzQW9Yk1oI8E/s400/crack.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 226px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-11549650484068160562009-11-07T16:48:00.001-05:002009-11-07T16:51:47.807-05:00coffee AND spanking?? yes please!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7UpAZs-2Awf7_3Zmytr61olLzaTjfyMlhl0Q5as4vpJ2uujVIohZCcHO8DcfMrV0ts7rKIIlPWtt8XvX0eklXbUndy8oIWzzCSbBFGAEKiILt1jZDO_oeWhkUsyPczZo4QtzmsOtnMc/s1600-h/coffeeDM2711_468x416.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7UpAZs-2Awf7_3Zmytr61olLzaTjfyMlhl0Q5as4vpJ2uujVIohZCcHO8DcfMrV0ts7rKIIlPWtt8XvX0eklXbUndy8oIWzzCSbBFGAEKiILt1jZDO_oeWhkUsyPczZo4QtzmsOtnMc/s400/coffeeDM2711_468x416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401482042971904546" /></a>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-79553586604835913062009-11-07T16:15:00.003-05:002009-11-07T16:54:17.318-05:00sociological experimentation, or how to confound the general publicfor my current sociology course i was required to perform an experimental "day of deviance" and write about the results and my conclusions. deviance is defined in a sociological sense as "any violation of norms", norms being further defined as "expectations or rules of behaviour, that reflect and enforce values". i figured since i haven't had time to blog lately and this essay is at least mildly entertaining i would throw it out there for my followers to peruse...
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As a matter of fact I didn’t really need to defer much from my standard daily behavior to provide the necessary research for this project. In addition to the fact that I am covered in Asian inspired tattoos from my arms to my back which despite my obvious intelligence and carriage have gotten me negatively stereotyped for years, I also routinely give non-expected answers to innocent questions from store clerks or friendly strangers. I am simply the sort of person who inadvertently befuddles people both with my behavior, my appearance, and my conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:";font-size:14;" >For this project I consciously increased my unusual responses to questions in order to try to provide some fodder to write about. When asked by convenience store clerks “How are you today?” I replied with “Do you really want to know how I am, or are you just following a mental script that you feel fits your role as ‘friendly store clerk’?” I then proceeded to lean on the counter at Go Mart and launch into a monologue explaining Sartre’s concept of “bad faith” from his book <i style="">Being and Nothingness </i>as exemplified by his classic take on the waiter<i style="">,</i> in which people routinely define themselves by playing the part of whatever role they identify themselves as. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:";font-size:14;" >The clerk at Go Mart was completely dumbstruck after my longwinded answer to her thoughtless standardized question, and merely handed me my receipt and my coffee while avoiding eye contact (a classic nonverbal defensive posturing) and said “Have a nice day”, to which I cheerfully replied “Please don’t tell me what to do ma’am” and then smiled at the customers in line behind me who were openly staring at me as I left the store. I suspect that my conversation did not actually offend anyone, since I perceived no ill will from anyone. It is my best guess, since I was unable to draw any real reactions from people other than wide-eyed uncomfortable stares, that I was probably simply not understood. Not many people are even familiar with the name Jean Paul Sartre, let alone avid readers of his existential philosophical writings. I may even have been perceived as slightly unbalanced and best left alone as opposed to conversed with.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%;"><span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:";font-size:14;" >My feelings during this “day of deviance” were twofold: I was amused to basically be experimenting on the unsuspecting public, and I was filled with pity that simply carrying on unusual conversations could fill people with so much uneasiness. Humans find comfort in routines, safety in standardization, and a sense of belonging by not deviating from the herd. I, however, am the exact opposite. When I censor myself to fit in with the masses or behave in ways that are untrue to who I really am to not rock the proverbial social boat, I am left feeling like a prop or a paper doll, a shell of my true self, who I actually think is a pretty cool chick. Even if I do purposefully confuse minimum wage slaves who are simply trying to be polite and sell me a cup of coffee….<o:p></o:p></span></p> jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-86830120941528790772009-08-08T15:53:00.008-04:002010-12-28T14:41:42.419-05:00a bedtime story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62PL5j2Es5U_2hhSEJWeTCNCeuRtFgGHYfNdkjV1tvgiaK2zV5ok3skd7O33zEzm0B6ttquF3Llg79qdau9T08sYxG-B7rgD06zVR_xCchHN8x2DhuORug_hhLMIDfMNfb6p_e0PQxwE/s1600-h/6a01156ef97a0f970c0115701d3726970c-800wi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367690512186447602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62PL5j2Es5U_2hhSEJWeTCNCeuRtFgGHYfNdkjV1tvgiaK2zV5ok3skd7O33zEzm0B6ttquF3Llg79qdau9T08sYxG-B7rgD06zVR_xCchHN8x2DhuORug_hhLMIDfMNfb6p_e0PQxwE/s400/6a01156ef97a0f970c0115701d3726970c-800wi.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">once upon a time, there was a little girl whose devout mother was a janitor at a lonely desert church. every saturday night the little girl would accompany her mother to the church to prepare it for the next day's services. as her mother ran the vacuum and washed the windows, the child would dust the pews and the alters. she took particular care over the letters "this do in remembrance of me", and sometimes she would arrange the hymnals with just the right amount of space between them, but otherwise the little girl would simply wait in whatever place she was put, as there was some inexplicable need to keep all the individual doors and rooms locked as they were entered and exited.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">this little girl did not mind being left alone in the dark house of the lord, since for all she knew this was something that<span style="font-style: italic;"> all</span> little girls did on saturday nights. only one thing troubled her in the dusky church - the moths. apparently these moths were quite the religious zealots, since they congregated by the <span style="font-style: italic;">hundreds</span> on the walls and passageways of the church.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">one room above all others filled the little girl with horror and anticipatory dread - the nursery. the windows there were broken just enough to allow the holy insects to flock inside, and they alternately fluttered in thick clouds through the room and covered the nursery walls like so much breathing wallpaper. inevitably the little girl would be escorted inside to wait for her mother to clean that particular wing of the church, and although she attempted to protest (but quietly, since her mother was very adamant about the constant need for locked doors), she would end up sitting perfectly still in a rocking chair in the furthest corner from the windows, praying that god would keep the moths from brushing against her in their frenzy to get at the overhead lights. apparently god was busy killing puppies and hearing the prayers of more important people, since the moths always tormented the little girl unmercifully, to the point that one desperate night she turned off the lights in a misguided attempt to calm the creatures. unfortunately for the child, this only caused the moths to brush against her hair and cheeks and naked arms in the darkness, the sound of their furry wings whirring in her ears until she crumpled to the floor in a heap of defeated tears, trying vainly to cover her head with her little hands to keep the insects away. her mother discovered her still lying on the floor in the darkened nursery some time later, and turning on the lights, she chastised her daughter for being afraid "of a few bugs."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">no matter how the little girl tried to explain to her mother how the multitudes of repellently furry little creatures made her skin crawl and her mind lose all reason, every week she was sent back to the nursery to wait...sitting in the rocking chair, her eyes closed and her little hands clenched, listening to the sound of a million tiny wings drown out the hum of a far away vacuum cleaner...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">this is a repost of something i wrote some time ago and published on the internet elsewhere. i was recently asked again why i have a debilitating fear of moths, and i thought it would be easier to put the story up than to tell it properly aloud. despite the fanciful language of the piece, it is all quite true, and the memories of that moth-filled nursery haunt me to this day. we all have our little hang-ups, i suppose, and mine happens to be this...</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-42613964065317284662009-07-11T23:33:00.005-04:002010-12-28T14:42:34.394-05:00ruminations<div style="text-align: justify;">when i was a child, i firmly believed that grown-ups had the answers. answers to, well, to just about everything, really. i thought doctors always knew what was wrong with a sick person, just by a quick examination. i thought ministers and sunday school teachers had a special conduit to god, some extra way of knowing what the bible meant or what god wanted humans to do. i thought parents must have reached a higher level of universal responsibility, to be entrusted with the care of all those tiny humans my own size, who so clearly did <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> have all the answers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i always imagined that somewhere around, oh say, your twenty-first birthday, you just "got" the answers somehow. like an all-encompassing light bulb moment, or an epiphany of epic proportions, and then you were no longer a child - you were "one of them."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">in retrospect, i think this innocent belief is one of the essential psychological components of childhood. a kind of a trust factor that must exist for little people to allow themselves and their fully formed wills to be subjugated to the big people, the people with the power, the people who "must" have the answers. of course, i now realize that all the adults in my memory were undoubtedly making it all up as they went along, hoping to god they didn't slip up and reveal the terrifying truth to the wee ones, that none of them had any real idea what they were doing, they merely had suspicions. "pay no attention to the man behind the curtain." indeed, dorothy, indeed...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">as a medical professional, i now know that yes, we have some idea what is wrong with our patients through our education and training, but it's certainly not with the conviction i as a child believed there must be. as a parent, i now understand that conceiving and birthing a child is a biological function, not related in any way to the mental capacities of the adults involved. and as far as religion is concerned, i have most definitely experienced first hand the utter failure of those in authority to be in possession of anything like real answers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">perhaps this failure of a trust exchange between caregiver and child is what ultimately causes the formation of a "bad" person - a person who knew much too soon that there is no universal answer sheet, a person who saw shortly after entering this life that no one is <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> in charge at all. this early mindset might be the factor that allows certain children to develop into adults who disregard rules, laws, and even the feelings of others, in favor of following their <span style="font-style: italic;">own</span> laws, which to them must be just as valid as those of the impostor "adults" who attempted to foist their made up truth on an already suspicious child. certainly a common denominator in the backgrounds of violent offenders is the rote "bad childhood" we have all come to know the formula for.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">sometimes i wonder if i do my own daughter a minor disservice by refusing to bow to that unspoken law of adulthood - that kind of "never let them see you sweat" mentality, a pretense of certainty and authority. i often tell my daughter quite simply "i don't know why...(fill in the blank)" - does this fail her in some way? is she not being given that psychic safety net that children should have? i don't know. i don't have answers, and i don't pretend to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i must fail the "grown-up" test utterly, huh...somehow, it doesn't feel like much of a loss...</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-81552654402318707182009-05-02T13:52:00.008-04:002010-12-28T14:44:05.137-05:00definitions<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalTtWNJM21l4cwO29y540hcExKt6E66z81GGCo6CCfZ6SUS48oWVY-QajXUkoyGfQolnDrnltpxJpZqwBEzpIm3XuQyuo7g4VjYmcZRgb-LPXialFG3LLuUF45ZEwtX2Ny2DnwGtjpSI/s1600-h/damien-hirst-warhol-factory-levis-book.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331296817852530546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalTtWNJM21l4cwO29y540hcExKt6E66z81GGCo6CCfZ6SUS48oWVY-QajXUkoyGfQolnDrnltpxJpZqwBEzpIm3XuQyuo7g4VjYmcZRgb-LPXialFG3LLuUF45ZEwtX2Ny2DnwGtjpSI/s400/damien-hirst-warhol-factory-levis-book.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>have i mentioned how much i love andy warhol? no, not lately? it's on my mind today for some reason...on days when i feel particularly disconnected and the whole world slides by me like pictures on a screen, my uninvolved and wondering mind wanders to him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">when i dragged a reluctant bob to the warhol museum last year (at the time, bob had no appreciation for pop art) he made a singular observation after several hours - "warhol is not an artist, he's a philosopher." exactly. not to say that warhol had no artistic talent, of course he did, but his gift lay more in directing us towards a point of view, making us reconsider basic definitions of what "art" is and who <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span> are by the definitions we choose to accept. pointing out the parody of itself that life in america in particular has slid into in the past hundred years. bob and i have regular conversations about <span style="font-style: italic;">simulacra</span>, which defined most simply, means a simulation or a copy of something. putting a group of brillo pad boxes on display and declaring it to be art, the art of advertising and everyday life and consumerism, was just one of warhol's tricks to make us think about who we really are, what we value, and why.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">one of the most shattering things ever said to me was something to the effect of "you <span style="font-style: italic;">do</span> realize we made this all up, don't you?" and i immediately swallowed this statement like a pill, felt it disseminating throughout my whole body, seeping into my cells like a drug, changing me from the inside out. it was the simplest most obvious truth i had ever heard, and i still wonder that people don't see it. we invented <span style="font-style: italic;">everything</span>, words have no real meaning in themselves, they are just sounds we all decided upon to represent objects. the rules of society have no intrinsic meaning or foundation, they were simply decided upon by people who assumed they were all meaning the same things when they defined them. if i can't see inside your head, how do i know what "red" looks like to you? we both point to something and say it's "red", but how do i know you see the shade i see? when you say you "love" me , how do i know what that means to you? agreed upon definitions are worthless if we cannot even know that our most basic concepts are similar. it is all a wild guess and compare game, from birth to death.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">following this thought path to its end is dangerous to some, liberating to others. just because nothing has meaning doesn't mean there is no joy or hope or beauty to be experienced. on the contrary, emancipating your mind from the constraints of accepted definitions opens you up to appreciate things as they really are - to<span style="font-style: italic;"> you</span> and to no one else. love someone or something simply because <span style="font-style: italic;">you do</span>, not because they are or it is acceptably "lovely" or "special"... isn't it enough that <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> think so? should you ever <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> be self-conscious or apologetic for what you like, who you love, what fabric you cover your skin with, how many times you say the word "fuck"? these words and rules were made up long before you arrived here, did you sign a contract at conception that you would accept and abide by them?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">warhol loved photo booths...the ultimate simalcrum of ourselves. "look, it's me." but it is <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> me, it is a representation of me. and furthermore, it is me <span style="font-style: italic;">pretending</span> to be me - "this is me, posing as the me i believe myself to be. look at <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span>."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">look at <span style="font-style: italic;">us -</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwutmKzLseqzAghDcNqiIL925SnpKII7E2nFgx9GN8EKzKRUL1-ESTwuI0-4_spYvhLLQjg2lHruPYr-NJAmOgNXk3iMdTfFcaY5bDbhBzmLXiMMrdhhqsMUbJYFm7grwjlQ0XEGEP_U/s1600-h/57.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331296340537521890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwutmKzLseqzAghDcNqiIL925SnpKII7E2nFgx9GN8EKzKRUL1-ESTwuI0-4_spYvhLLQjg2lHruPYr-NJAmOgNXk3iMdTfFcaY5bDbhBzmLXiMMrdhhqsMUbJYFm7grwjlQ0XEGEP_U/s400/57.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 78px;" /></a>now look at <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>. are you the same person you were before you read this? does it matter?</div><br />
yes, it does matter. just not in the way you think it does.jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-8352538919940483792009-04-30T14:22:00.006-04:002010-12-28T14:44:52.996-05:00you want me to what?!?<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZMopibe_tDtC4EIKDEsmAsekvs5Iwxuy0Vcrw4D0BVw81bB96dPr6SHZKuTZlKvannYkux_GKo_FOH4mVDBgJfTcdmUowuWzcDmloFBJfIz34nksED8iVaEBX6psG6-vVgmEciUA8p8/s1600-h/pee-candy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330564683633230946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZMopibe_tDtC4EIKDEsmAsekvs5Iwxuy0Vcrw4D0BVw81bB96dPr6SHZKuTZlKvannYkux_GKo_FOH4mVDBgJfTcdmUowuWzcDmloFBJfIz34nksED8iVaEBX6psG6-vVgmEciUA8p8/s200/pee-candy.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 156px;" /></a>this may be old hat to some of you gainfully employed big corporation type sons of bitches, but i just had to submit to my first ever drug test and frankly i'd like to know how in the world this qualifies as acceptable and legal behaviour? i know, i know, nobody wants a drug-addled freak making their cheeseburger and whatnot, but since when is my urine a thing that can be traded for a job? i'm confused. shouldn't things like, oh say, marketable skills, literacy, and a record of reliability and intelligence be prerequisites for employment as opposed to what i may or may not do in my spare time? actually, upon greater reflection, i should know from my experiences as a consumer that intelligence is clearly NOT a factor for holding down a job in this country...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">don't get me wrong, my outrage is not related to any personal drug habit i have that i fear may keep me from passing...unless there is such a thing as an illegal amount of caffeine in your urine (in which case i'm totally fucked) there is no way i didn't pass the thing. i just have never been asked to pee into a plastic cup under tight security and then hand the open container of urine to a waiting attendant. frankly, it was humiliating (without being overly specific, it was the only time i have ever wished for a penis...well, and <a href="http://japchan.blogspot.com/2007/12/exercise-caution-photographer-is-drunk.html">this</a> time) and i felt extraordinarily bad offering my piss to another human being, whether or not that person was being paid to take it from my hand. and who gets into that line of work anyway? pee fetishists? germans, perhaps?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">my issue with this process has more to do with privacy than anything else. when i'm at work my ass belongs to whoever is paying me to be there, and i take it very seriously and earn my paycheck like a good little worker bee. but as soon as i clock out, i belong to myself again, and what i do in those few hours of freedom should not be subject to scrutiny...right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">in my particular case, i am in the process of being hired as a pharmacy technician, so i DO understand that having a drug user in that area would be a big no-no. i'll be handling narcotics and opioids all day long and for someone with an addiction problem that would be the wrong (or right, if you look at it from another angle) line of work to get into. but i have an interesting observation to point out - i have been applying for many positions as a dental assistant in the past month (after all, that IS what my degree is in) and not one dental office has expected me to drug test. pardon? you mean medical professionals who can easily kill you with one tiny error aren't subject to drug screens, but a 7-11 employee isn't allowed to sell me cheetos unless he's a teetotaler? how does THAT make sense?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">this whole little experience was very orwellian for me, and i am still sorting out exactly how i feel about it. on one hand, i have to have a job so taking some noble stance about not submitting to tyranny and privacy invasion would most likely do nothing except leave me sans job and starving in the street somewhere. and besides, getting all rosa parks and trying to change the system is probably an exercise in futility. but doing something i disagree with on a very intrinsic level for what amounts to money has left me with the distasteful feeling of being a prostitute. a creepy pee fetish serving prostitute. which actually probably pays a hell of a lot better than a pharm tech job. hmmmm.........</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-11562734643226769942008-12-22T12:15:00.006-05:002010-12-28T14:45:58.099-05:00is there a flood coming and someone forgot to tell me?!<div style="text-align: justify;">some months ago i was on an out-of-state jaunt with bob in the tractor trailer, and saw this. it begs to be blogged. pictures first, commentary after. shall we then?</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">where do i begin? first of all, "rebuilding" noah's ark with steel girders is like cheating, i really don't think noah had access to power tools and whatnot. secondly, this can only be the work of some church or other - wouldn't their money be MUCH better spent on aiding the homeless or blockading an abortion clinic or something? (one of those suggestions was sarcastic, i'll let my discerning readers figure out which one.) in the third place, did the crucifixion and noah's ark building occur simultaneously, and i just misread the bible? because the construction of the triad of crosses in the forefront seems like revisionist history. and lastly, and quite simply, WHY? other than to provide me with amusement and blog fodder of course, i find no understanding of this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">do note the redneck noah busily painting the crosses by the way...i suspect he did not appreciate the tractor trailer that stopped on the side of the interstate, nor the oddly dressed girl who got out of it to merrily take pictures of his "ark"...no matter, perhaps he thought he won my heart for jesus through his sweaty sleeveless shirted labor of love...humans are so ridiculously fascinating, aren't they?</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-45309364639610413662008-09-09T20:24:00.006-04:002008-09-11T08:27:37.941-04:00i'm only photogenic when......bob takes my picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArjEcfEOHuFNqY_EaPh44la24DbWylFBflivwJbbiPsJKcLtqzqPUyx0MNQ50dQbR7uvt-ucn1ZfQuCvemkdvo2oajMrEB86O82mQkRkJSRvDdzS_ZIXGwMN6cBIOnIHIrL3AEv9rTgU/s1600-h/k.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArjEcfEOHuFNqY_EaPh44la24DbWylFBflivwJbbiPsJKcLtqzqPUyx0MNQ50dQbR7uvt-ucn1ZfQuCvemkdvo2oajMrEB86O82mQkRkJSRvDdzS_ZIXGwMN6cBIOnIHIrL3AEv9rTgU/s400/k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244739330332165314" /></a>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-37987532163998348372008-09-02T23:37:00.003-04:002008-09-02T23:43:23.046-04:00moo?i have just discovered that real cows are nothing like what one reads about in picture books or sees in bucolic photos...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bWyYtobLtm-vFWC_gxRYh8zlMBW9jCmDHPp8xcvyAbLnh9WXPyeEhqrxJyUjTuj_PYbAzEA9Okyg4bIOmGvAY3U9sSD0STgOnQ-U7OU0Kz1Qbmbqrw0VT9ulKe_yuPmF7i5gDinMdm0/s1600-h/P8310025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bWyYtobLtm-vFWC_gxRYh8zlMBW9jCmDHPp8xcvyAbLnh9WXPyeEhqrxJyUjTuj_PYbAzEA9Okyg4bIOmGvAY3U9sSD0STgOnQ-U7OU0Kz1Qbmbqrw0VT9ulKe_yuPmF7i5gDinMdm0/s400/P8310025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241634807100698290" /></a><br />real cows are huge, filthy, and not even intelligent enough to show a healthy fear of their superiors in the food chain...<br />moo indeed.jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-2627827185329891622008-08-24T11:15:00.005-04:002010-12-28T14:47:58.174-05:00you know you are truly offensive when...<div style="text-align: justify;">...you go to the mall and cannot for the life of yourself figure out why in the hell everyone is staring at you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">but the other day, the stares were <span style="font-weight: bold;">SO</span> universal and shocked, that bob and i could <span style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</span> figure out what the deal was. after an hour or two bob went to wash his hands in a public restroom and reemerged smirking and shaking his head. "i know why everyone is staring at me today," he said. i gave him the once over and still was clueless.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">here he is. see how long it takes you to figure it out.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">yeah, i know. that sure as fuck is one fucking offensive shirt, isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">we never even noticed...</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-54223225824011152122008-07-29T20:27:00.005-04:002010-12-28T14:46:52.207-05:00let's visit the land of imagination<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5cfbdvR4QgOaR1uerqw2oSmci_exW8MOOLMJRBthup43NgfYIUc7C4nIbqBvCfA280advwgKaTSmkYB8vH5lDt7JKUGOHqTutY0yB2UbBhiEUJNvfg6JrKAAzsxy9wFF0fcpFKBbSy8/s1600-h/JaredLetoof3_Cohen_10536269.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228598466213300722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb5cfbdvR4QgOaR1uerqw2oSmci_exW8MOOLMJRBthup43NgfYIUc7C4nIbqBvCfA280advwgKaTSmkYB8vH5lDt7JKUGOHqTutY0yB2UbBhiEUJNvfg6JrKAAzsxy9wFF0fcpFKBbSy8/s200/JaredLetoof3_Cohen_10536269.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">i wish i had a tiny little jared leto all my own. i would keep him in a little glass box and look at him all day long and give him tiny little tubes of eyeliner and itty bitty fingerless gloves, and when i was sad i would take him out and he would scream his silly little songs and play a tiny guitar just for me and i would laugh and feel better.</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-37812805269662728722008-07-11T01:25:00.009-04:002010-12-28T14:49:07.316-05:00i want to be a japanese rabbit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbqtxru-okBSVzlR2Y0lQWa13tDrCE4v3SEkyufbzSnlxI2ZXVxc9kXcgGbqyd7-0f6B5e1Fm3NdWkPVGjIRSQa0RkiVjvBMT6CM352-Qno8EbWs0WPR6mQUH4OC9PqmDF6tz6jolN8c/s1600-h/bun1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221623516537365922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbqtxru-okBSVzlR2Y0lQWa13tDrCE4v3SEkyufbzSnlxI2ZXVxc9kXcgGbqyd7-0f6B5e1Fm3NdWkPVGjIRSQa0RkiVjvBMT6CM352-Qno8EbWs0WPR6mQUH4OC9PqmDF6tz6jolN8c/s320/bun1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">i would wear this all the time. i don't care how many hillbillies would laugh and point and get their guns, i would totally wear this and be happy with myself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">here is the link to <a href="http://stores.ebay.com/MinkyShop">minky shop</a>, in case you want to see more of their adorable clothes imported from japan.</div>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974572811359855552.post-59782379287919775512008-07-10T09:25:00.003-04:002008-07-10T09:28:54.290-04:00and the world spins madly oniran has tested more missiles and the united states has vowed to defend israel at all costs.<br /><br />quick, here is something to distract you from the thoughts of nuclear war creeping into your tiny minds!!!!<br /><br />japanese street fashion to the rescue!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpwPyl9_j6QRlpmZf5cXuZV3fXn74UuKcvQMjUkb_SrtqwuRtGutm5_pGpNgLPuCtRt2q0r7S9bxbjoHalF3SuCnHcb0FN8SUasdxtB6nYDiRiEkEKh2Dkp1WdcQYNVmjao4CtMyYT_I/s1600-h/Japanese_Street_Fashion_by_hakanphotography.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpwPyl9_j6QRlpmZf5cXuZV3fXn74UuKcvQMjUkb_SrtqwuRtGutm5_pGpNgLPuCtRt2q0r7S9bxbjoHalF3SuCnHcb0FN8SUasdxtB6nYDiRiEkEKh2Dkp1WdcQYNVmjao4CtMyYT_I/s400/Japanese_Street_Fashion_by_hakanphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221376628065414082" border="0" /></a>jenny moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18203677180393254459noreply@blogger.com2