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little death

2/13/2024

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I saw Little Death at Sundance this year. Little Death is hard to write or talk about without giving anything away, so I'll be as crafty as I can be. I was raised that spoilers were a sin, and ruining a movie showed terrible character. I've met people in my adulthood who like to know the plot of a movie before they see it, that I cannot comprehend. 
So, little death starring David Schwimmer and Gaby Hoffman, was very very interesting. I am glad to have seen it, let's start there. I had some problems with it for sure, and some of the characters were unbearable and completely unsympathetic, which is definitely not a deal breaker for me, I don't need a character to be sympathetic. Having said that, I did grow tired of Schwimmy (not the actor). There are some twists and turns in this one, which I've already alluded to, which make it quite unique and it gets extra points for that. 
I appreciated the way that it was shot, Jack Begert who directed it and wrote it along with Dani Goffstein is a celebrated music video director and he's definitely got style. The biggest flaw in the movie for me, was the casting. I went to the talk back and was able to get the inside scoop that one of the main actors is a relative. Don't do this. DON'T do this!! I can see why he thought it would be a perfect fit, the character and the actor seemed to be the same person. While this first time actor definitely had a presence, I was really taken out of the film by their acting. I hate to dog on a single performance because it feels so unkind, but this was a serious misstep. 
Otherwise I enjoyed(?) not quite sure if that's the right word, but again, I am glad I saw it. I see on IMDB it's got a pretty shite rating, but I hope some of you see it, so at least I can talk about it with someone! 

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siskel & ebert - that's me

2/13/2024

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I had a dream the other night that I had a movie blog. I woke up and thought, yeah, I like that idea. I wrote a review when I was about 10. I really REALLY didn't like that movie and I felt I had to express it. I'm back, it's been a minute, but I am back. Watch out.  
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California Livin'

3/9/2021

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Been in California six months now. 
Pandemic California is different than regular California, but it's just as sunny and warm. I'm continually amazed at how glorious it is here. I wake up, open the blinds and yup, it's sunny again, and again, and again. I need a lemon, I walk OUT MY DOOR and get one OFF THE TREE. What?! 
I grew up in Calgary, Alberta. There were no lemon trees, there were Pines, and there was 5 hours of daylight in the winter. I woke up, it was dark, I came home from school, it was getting dark. The snow started falling in October and melted late in April, quite unlike Southern California.  
My girlfriends and I listened to The Go-Go's and Valley Girl by Moon and Frank Zappa. We were so LA. We wore mini-skirts in weather so cold that our legs were purple and numb, we sang "This town is our town" parading through the food court at Chinook Mall. We watched Square Pegs and wore checkered Vans. We groomed ourselves for California living. 
This has been my longest CA stint, if you don't count my time following The Grateful Dead, which of course, should be counted but another story for another day. 
Until then...
​xx
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CRUSHING & HEALING

3/8/2021

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Originally from 2/22/20

Recently I've been thinking about romantic rejection, both breaking up and being broken up with, have often been extremely difficult for me. I know I am not the exception here and break-ups generally suck for everyone.

Going down the rabbit hole, I was remembering a fella that I used to have a big crush on, he was super cute. I met him in acting class, that happened a lot too, meeting and crushing on super cute boys from acting class. He had a resonant voice and sculpted abs. He liked me too, I think, or he wanted me to like him, it can be tricky to tell the difference and actors are especially good at being tricky and possibly more than most people want to be liked. 
He used to page me, yes, page me, I'd call him back and we'd talk about movies art and other such stuff. He picked me up in his convertible one afternoon and took me for a drive around the city, that was sweet. I remember him watching me walk back into my building and feeling his steady gaze on my insecure denim clad buttocks. Was I hot enough for him? I felt pretty sure I wasn't. 
Soonish after we started hanging out, he entered a Mr. ? contest, (I don't remember if it was Mr. Fabulous or Mr. Pacific Northwest or whatever). Anyway, maybe you know what I mean. They're a little like wet t-shirt contests for boys. This one took place at a popular cheesy bar, one that I mostly avoided, where we both knew the doorman. He asked me to come support him, I tried to wrangle a girlfriend to join me and when no one could come, I went on my own. Our actor/bouncer friend let me in for free without waiting, so at least there was that. There were about 10 guys competing for Mr. ? and crushy was hellbent on making a mockery of it, which in theory is fine, but ultimately he succeeded in make a mockery of himself. He got too drunk and acted like an embarrassing asshole, yelling out random expletives, while wearing a superhero cape. The crowd was not on his side. Seeing him be super annoying didn't stop the tidal flow of feelings that I'd been harboring. I've always been loyal, to a fault, and In my mind we were dating, or pre-dating, yes, that's a thing. When the contest was over (duh- he didn't win), he introduced me to a petite blonde, as 'his very good friend' and then made-out with her in front of me. Crushing. 
I went home and got in the tub to soak. I then had a moment, one that I'll never forget, partially because it was so eerily matter of fact, no tears, no fear either. I looked at the razor in my hand, and I though, hmmm, why not? It hit me in that moment, that suicide was a real choice, and then I put the razor down and got out of the tub. This is striking for many reasons, not the least of which, is that this person was NOT for me, and I knew it, definitely not worth all my efforts and not remotely worth my LIFE. What was I thinking?  
That night wasn't exactly a turning point for me, but my disproportionate reaction  illuminated something that was so much larger, something inside that was begging to be healed. It was an alarm that woke me up to the knowledge that  there was a dangerous current running through my life. I'd been self destructive before, but in much more subtle ways... drugs, alcohol, not always being so smart about where I was, or who I was with, drinking and driving etc. But this was different, it wasn't subtle at all. 
If I really think about it, every time I've felt heart break, whether it was me being rejected, or rejecting someone else, which is also awful, a deeper wound was revealed and it would sent me into a tailspin. Not being chosen was a trigger to my wounded child, to old pain that was waiting to be heard and honored.  
Over the years I've learned how to listen to myself. I've also learned how to choose myself and that I don't actually need to be chosen by anyone else. I continue to practice staying on my own side and being loving and kind. The thing I know now, that I didn't know then, was that there are ways of healing and growing through pain and expanding into those places to bring awareness and light. Breathing into the pain, letting it express, talking with a friend or my therapist, writing, meditating, and getting to the roots will always help.
BTW, we did eventually sleep together, super abs and me, it happened a few years later after we'd become actual friends and scene partners (that happens a lot too). It was awkward and went nowhere, except that I think it kinda had to happen. At the end of the day, I surprise myself in realizing now, that I care about him quite a lot, I have compassion and gratitude, he was probably at least as fucked up as I was. We don't stay in touch, but I know what he's up to. There was something between us, strange as it was, and I think we both helped each other grow, and that's quite beautiful. ​
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KVETCHBRAG KVETCH-BRAG

3/8/2021

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Originally from 5/27/19
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I am very pleased to offer a new expression to you!

Welcome, the kvetchbrag. 
What is a kvetchbrag you may ask? 
"Oh my GOD, my arms are so sore from my workout!" Substitute, pecs, lats, abs... 
"This Grammy is SOoooooo heavy!"
"I'm exhausted, I had to wake up at 4am for an early call on set." 
"We've been invited to so many galas, I've run out of formal dresses!" 
The kvetchbrag, kvetch-brag, kvetch brag (I'm coining them all), is different than the humble brag, because you're not disguising your brag in humility, but in a complaint. It's quite brilliant and effective!  
Enjoy the kvetch. 
xx
​Jen
- please use this expression and get back to me with good ones, I am hoping to start a movement. It's very tiring and hard work, but someone has to do it. 
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BIKINIS AND OTHER BULLSHIT

3/8/2021

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Originally from 7/18/16 

I just opened my Sunday paper to the NYTimes T (style) magazine and on the cover is the lovely Natalie Portman in a bikini and a turtle neck.  First of all, it's just stupid, wearing a turtle neck with bikini bottoms. Really. 

The article is about her correspondence with the writer jonathan Safran Foer, not pictured and I imagine not wearing a speedo and sweater. 
Why do we do this to ourselves and each other?
What is the negotiation that happens where Natalie Portman is talking about Israeli politics on one page, and on the other page is reclining in her two piece while eye-fucking the camera. It's totally ridiculous and it's the bullshit that keeps young girls in a prison of never enoughness and our boys trapped with idealized and unrealistic images of what love and sex look like.
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NEW, EXCITING AND DIFFERENT

3/8/2021

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From May 18, 2012

​Yesterday morning I had a class with an amazing new voice teacher who is helping me in the most subtle and massive ways. Breathing, who knew? I have been controlling the impulse through controlling my breath. In some sense, I have been working too hard. The expiration, the expression is the release, there is no need to control. The inspiration, inhalation is where new information is received. Incredible. I am learning how my diaphragm (no not that kind) works, and how big my lungs and my ribcage are. I am learning that I have been using less than a quarter of my power.


Susan, my teacher, spoke about noticing what is new, exciting and different while working.  Sometimes I come from a place of what isn’t working, focusing on fixing what's broken. Such a beautiful and simple change, giving my first thoughts and air to what is new, exciting and different.

Later in the day yesterday, I found myself in a conflict. It's certainly never fun to be in conflict, but the new thing that happened is when it was over and I had a moment alone, I cried, allowing my breath to release the feeling. The exciting thing is that I feel stronger than ever. The different thing, is that I am loving myself in a deeper way and am steeped in gratitude for the amazing life I have and the love that surrounds me always.
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COZY WARM AND I LOVE THE COLD

3/8/2021

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Originally from January 2012

Today is my first blog day. I am sitting in bed, watching the snow coming down and listening to the sounds of traffic and snow removal. There is nothing better than being cozy in bed, when it's cold outside.
Being Canadian people always think that I must like the cold, or at least that I am used to it. Seems I never am used to it, and I often fantasize that I am on a warm beach when I am out braving the elements. 
I grew up near the mountains and skied just about every weekend. I was lucky and it was awesome, but my favorite part of the day was when I would come into the lodge for hot chocolate in a tiny non-eco friendly styrofoam cup.
Weather is a big topic here in New York, just like traffic is in LA, it's something we all have in common and can't control. 
It's always interesting to see how people react to hot/cold/rain/snow. I vow today to love the snow, to be grateful that maybe being cold today means that the ice cap isn't melting as much, and that we are slowly reversing global warming, regardless of my heavy consumption of hot chocolate in strofoam cups.
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