A Film

I made a film. It’s been a while.

“Working at a Movie and FX Summer Camp inspired me to make a short film in my yard. The idea for this has been buzzing in my brain since I first listened to the song. I filmed the project in about 10 minutes on a point and shoot digital camera and spent about two hours editing it in iMovie. It is called “The Plot” because it documents the “plot” of land around my home.

The song is To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra. I do not own this music.”

never get high off paint.

August 4th, 2010

I had the craziest 12 hours but I am especially grateful for my awesome job that made everything better….

So basically my house is being majorly renovated right now. My Mom decided to put primer on my room yesterday. Although it was “dry” by the time I wanted to sleep, it was still very fresh and had major fumes coming off it. “Is it safe to sleep in there?”, I asked. I was told that it would be okay if the window was open… RIGHT. I think after several hours of unintentionally sniffing paint I woke up at 4:30AM feeling really sick. I think I accidentally ended up on a paint trip. I had some really creative ideas but also some CRAZY SCARY dreams. I got up to use the washroom and almost rolled into a bunch of paint. Then I had to climb the mountain of clothes on my bed to get back after I was done. I don’t think I really slept after that but my dreams were very confusing and rather unpleasant. I was really sick in the morning and I considered staying home but today was swimming and using the green screen at movie camp so I didn’t want to miss it. I didn’t have much time to get ready because I spent lots of time being sick so I didn’t really bring a lunch with me.

I rode my bike to SFU (as per usual) and on the way there this bus snuck up behind me and almost drove right over me. I rode up onto the sidewalk and almost hit some people myself! Then I passed a bank and right as I rode by a big alarm started going off and there were lights flashing and people yelling.

Paint High + Scary Dreams + Sickness + Almost hit by a bus + bank robbery… oh my.

As I continued riding I was still feeling sick and considered throwing up in the park. When I got to SFU my ears started making funny noises and I was really scared. I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and be held. I wish someone could have been there to give me a hug but it felt inappropriate asking my co-workers and/or the campers HAHA.

The morning actually went by pretty fast, my job distracted me from feeling afraid and sick which was awesome. I had fun and the kids were very well behaved. In the afternoon we went swimming. One of the kids came up to me and was like, “Jenni, can I splash you?”. I told them no. “Jenni, can I splash Stephan (the other leader)?” YES! Haha! We went in the Sauna near the end and it totally exfoliated a layer of dead skin from my legs making them all smooth and nice. Another memorable moment was when one kid (not from our group) asked me if I was a lifeguard (probably because I was playing with a big group of kids haha!). At the end of the day I ran into a bunch of people I wanted to see. I love when things work out the way I want them too : )

Crazy ass morning salvaged into a lovely adventure. Yay!

The future

“…I’m not talking about a commune, or even an active rejection of modern life. I’m just talking about a way of life that puts having some fun at the center, a way for people who want to garden, to make music, to play games, or to just have a good conversation, and live cheaply enough that we’re not working all our waking hours to pay the bills on a lifestyle that keeps us in our seats, dreaming of a better life. As I contemplate a return to the US, I realize that I don’t want to return to a life of scheduled exercise, paid for entertainment, and constant worry about the rising monthly costs on a life that I’m barely living. I want to live with friends, have fun, and enjoy this midlife crisis I seem to be having.

In short, I want to make a retirement community for people who want to retire from the rat race, but not from their life’s work. I want to find a way for people to make what they really care about the focus of their life. How would we make a living? I’m not sure. I do know I don’t need that much to thrive and I like to move around during the day. What do you think? Am I just dreaming, or can this be done?”

VIA

I think this is what I want for my life. One day, to live in a community, with a garden at the centre. A place where a guitar is never far away. Fireflies and ladybugs call it home as well. People play with theirs kids, use hula hoops, paint pictures and eat together. Someone is always around for company and the garden is the hub of it all. Bicycles are welcome and smiles come free. We sing, we dance, we make things.