San Onofre

November 6th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


Thinking, and thinking…and thinking

November 5th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


I am sitting on my couch writing an article for my new website to sell language software.  I am writing about memory.  Now, even though I took an entire course called “Brain, Learning, and Memory” at the U of M, I barely remember anything from that course.  Ironic, right?  (In my defense, it was probably too advanced for me at the time…I was fresh out of high school and didn’t know what I was in for.)  Anyway, after reading a few articles online about memory, I was inspired to dig a little deeper and try to read about how the brain actually stores memories.  Which got me wondering all about how the brain does anything in the first place.  It’s like when I wrote about eyes.  It just blows my mind that the brain actually DOES this – it’s a lump of gray goo.  How in the world can I remember a dream I had a month ago…the dream didn’t even happen.  How do I remember certain things so vividly?  Where is it?  It’s not like a computer where the data is stored physically in binary code.  Then I started to look for pictures of the brain for my article…and got really creeped out for some reason.

Anyway.  It still blows my mind that the brain actually does what it does.  And the more you think about it, and the more you wonder how your own personal brain is doing anything, the more a weird sense of unreality sets in.  It’s only temporary but it’s kinda weird.   It’s like when you think about a word a lot, it loses its meaning and seems so abstract.  The more you think about yourself and your brain, the more it loses its meaning and seems less real.  Ok I think I better stop now haha.  I’m creeping myself out.


My House

October 30th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


Had some friends over last night


Jen In San Clemente

October 30th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

Jen Smith skating around San Clemente

Jen Smith skating around San Clemente

How Stupid Do You Think I Am?

September 29th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


Sometimes I look in the spam folder in my email account.  Today I received this wonderful correspondence from the Minister of Finance in Nigeria:

I am Mrs. Ngozi Okonjo-Iweala, the Minister of Finance in Nigeria. I sincerely need your very kind assistance to claim and receive fund worth Forty eight million, three hundred thousand us dollars (US$48,300,000)
Source: The sum arose from over-inflated contract awarded by Nigeria Ministry to a foreign firm. We have fashioned out a foolproof plan to successfully transfer the funds to an account belonging to a foreigner for investment purpose, i want to front you as the beneficiary of the fund and 25% will be your compensation for this assistance.
I assure you that there is no risk involve in this transaction because we will perfect the transaction in a way that there will be no trace of the funds to you after the transfer because my colleague and i are in charge of giving the approvals of all contract funds in our ministry here in Nigeria.
Please keep this transaction safe and confidential because my colleagues in the Ministry have trusted me in getting a foreign partner for the transfer of the fund.
We intend to invest our own share in any profitable business in your country based on your advice because our economy is not good enough for investment.
Please If my proposal is acceptable to you, reply as soon as possible.
I await your urgent response.
Best Regards,
Mrs. Ngozi Okonjo Iweala
Minister of Finance Federal Republic of Nigeria.

My Dream – To Japan

September 28th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


OK This is a weird one, and for some reason I remember everything:

Last night I had a dream I was driving (DRIVING) to Japan.  In my Jeep.  But before I got there I had to stop off at a public school to discuss something with the principal there (I don’t remember what, I think it had something to do with filmmaking).  I parked in a shady neighborhood of some random NYC suburb (felt like queens or the bronx), and had to figure out how to get into the building.  I went through a few buildings and up onto the roof of the school, which apparently had a lawn on it.  There were a bunch of people outside practicing something or having a meeting, and they were all looking at me walking through.  I smiled at them and said “sorry!” and went inside.  I found the principal in her office, she was slightly overweight with chin length red hair.  Discussed something with her, then nearly insulted her because I asked her to tell her husband something but apparently she was divorced.  So after a hearty apology (she seemed really pissed even though she was saying it was OK) I left and made my way back to my car.  At this point I was talking on the phone and trying to skateboard down some really uneven sidewalks (where the skateboard came from I have no idea).  I passed some shady individuals wandering around the streets, and I just remember being ready to run if someone came after me.  I got to my car and found that the driver and passenger doors are open with the key in the ignition.  Everything in my car was still there (all the stuff I had packed for Japan) but the people had stolen all the upholstery (including the floor mats) and my stereo, as well as certain parts of the dashboard.  The windows were shattered too.  There was a work order taped to my windshield, saying something like “this job done by…” from some random garage but no contact information.  I was really wondering why they only stole the carpeting and stuff.  I was also wondering how the car got hijacked because I had parked near a large group of kids and adults doing a fundraiser on the sidewalk (in the middle of the night in a bad neighborhood?) and they were still there, all wearing matching t-shirts for the fundraiser.  My car was running, but sounded like a boat engine and the steering was all messed up.  I tried to call 911 but I got stuck on hold – tried to re call them and the call wouldn’t go through.  I called my dad all upset, and then met him and my mom at some other apartment nearby.    Apparently we owned this apartment as a second house.  Dad was pouring some coffee from the kettle, and didn’t seem all that concerned about the car.  Mom was ready to go to Japan, but dad wanted to stay home for some reason.  I then planned the best road route to Japan…the Triborough or another road?  I decided to take the way I had gone before because I knew it better (before??????).   And then……my alarm went off.

The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart

March 13th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink


How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not laguage but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.


Jack Gilbert.

When Surfboards Attack

March 12th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

Before stitches

My surfboard attacked me this past Thursday – I thought I had kicked it well away from me but as I was coming up for air from the whitewater I felt it hit me in the forehead.  My first thought was “how did my board get all the way over here??” and then I stood up and assessed my head.  I thought it just bumped me – it didn’t hurt that bad at first but I knew it hit me kinda hard.  I saw some blood…then more blood.  Oops.  There was someone right next to me and he looked really concerned.  Luckily this all happened in front of the Del Mar lifeguard tower and they patched me up and taped the gash shut right away.  My friend Danielle took me to the clinic.  Luckily I was able to see a plastic surgeon and he did an amazing job cleaning up the wound and stitching it up.  I was so worried about a huge scar in the middle of my forehead…but I think if I take care of it you will barely even see it after a while.

Before stitches

Stitches the next day...

Looking much better

By The Way Goes Viral

March 2nd, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

I’m a bit in shock over how viral my short film has gone.  When I put it up on Facebook a few days ago and sent it out to a few blogs (Desillusion Magazine and I thought it would get a couple thousand views over the next week.  First all my friends started sharing the video, which I was truly stoked on.  Then it appeared on a few more surf blogs, namely Daily Surf  They posted it on their site, as well as sent it out to their Facebook fan base of around 90,000 users.  Then somehow Surfer magazine got ahold of it and published it on their website and then today posted it on their Facebook page that has over 200,000 fans.  The Surfer magazine post on Facebook has over 600 likes alread, and has been shared by over 200 people.

I’m so stoked on some of the comments that have been getting thrown around – people saying that it made their day and “need a lil escape? they make it look so easy and oh so f*@&%# FUN!”  That kinda stuff is cool.  There’s a few negative comments floating around but honestly, haters gonna hate, and that’s their problem.  99% of people love the video, which makes me feel super good because it was such a labor of love.  I flippin love making videos, and this is something of a dream come true.  I mean, even just a year ago I had just gotten my camera and I literally didn’t know anyone.  I met some really cool people along the way this past year that made this entire thing possible, and everything just seemed to fall into place.  I still can’t believe it when I look back.  So yeah, I count myself really blessed.

Of course I can’t thank the surfers in the video enough – without them there would not be a video.  And Chris Grant for being my starting point when I didn’t know any of the surfers.


February 10th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

UGH!  This is the worst Jet Lag ever.  I got back Monday afternoon.  It’s Friday.  I’ve been sleeping good every night.  But it’s soooo hard to get out of bed, and during the day I feel SO tired.  By the time evening comes around I’ve perked up a bit and then I end up staying up late.  Ahhhhhhh!