tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81436285193486296052024-03-19T16:22:35.214-04:00a dbg a day...reinventedsimply: 1 desire, 1 brag, 1 gratitude, 1 dayjessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-78365003786009683352018-10-09T12:52:00.001-04:002018-10-09T12:52:19.602-04:00storiedsometimes the story i want to tell here fails to come together: ideas swirling in my head, nagging at me persistently, and multiplying in defiance. this is one of those times. ironically i've been thinking a lot about stories lately, the ones i tell and the ones i hear. i've come to realize and appreciate two things. one: truly gifted storytelling is rare and jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-18971010473608981992018-07-26T16:37:00.000-04:002018-07-26T16:41:25.504-04:00downhilli took a backpacking course in college, my very first semester. i was one of two women in the class, with ten guys. it was serendipity that my female classmate and i were also connected through mutual friends/family and were assigned rooms across the hall; and, unsurprisingly, marla became one of my very closest friends and a constant companion. this was years before we all had jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-77182191500389818202018-07-16T15:42:00.000-04:002018-07-17T16:05:38.180-04:00corneranyone who really knows me knows i'm not a worrier. i'm not a hypochondriac. i don't keep close tabs on my boys' whereabouts. and i generally assume everything is going to be ok and everybody is going to be fine. in fact, if i err to either extreme, it's laissez-faire. <!-- Google Tag Manager -->(function(w,d,s,l,i){w[l]=w[l]||[];w[l].push({'gtm.start':
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back at work today my head was in the clouds. working through several days of email jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-82484710766583952072018-07-03T16:20:00.000-04:002019-06-21T17:05:55.818-04:00choreography
west point has been training our army’s junior officers for over 200 years now, providing both a superb college education and shaping these headstrong, driven young men and women into military leaders, able to both function as a unit, part of a large and often maddening machine, as well as inspire those under their command to do the hardest and most frightening things, when everything in them jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-87339324653286786652018-06-01T15:10:00.000-04:002018-06-01T15:10:41.847-04:00tributeit's amazing how many things i've learned from my boys, despite the prevailing notion that parents are the teachers. maybe it's our family trait of obsession around the things we pursue, maybe it's my personal addiction to information...but whatever the cause, i am grateful for the unexpected ways they have expanded my world. <!-- Google Tag Manager -->
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it's an interesting time in my life. luke, my baby, leaves home in a mere 52 days. though todd will be home for the summer, easing the transition, a precipice awaits. my handy pocket webster's defines precipice concisely as a steep cliff. perhaps that sounds dramatic to those of you with already empty nests, but i chose the metaphor carefully. <!-- Google Tag jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-5145032924190874442017-12-05T17:45:00.001-05:002017-12-05T17:45:09.298-05:00greyingafter watching a preview for an upcoming woody allen film, i overheard my mom say to a friend, '...well, i know this: people are more than one thing.' i hadn't heard the whispered comment she was replying to, but i inferred it was a question of her support for the filmmaker, after her expression of interest in the film.
must be where i learned it, i thought.
the jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-68962058853648663582017-11-26T01:14:00.000-05:002017-11-26T01:15:51.792-05:00whythe hardest question ever asked. why?
when a child asks, we accept it as curiosity. but it's the rare adult that can pose a why without evoking at least a suspicion of judgment. at least that's how it seems to me and, unsurprisingly, i've been wondering why.
when i started writing this blog, i had a different direction in mind for answering the question. i'd been jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-62098387309104588872017-11-15T13:05:00.001-05:002017-11-15T13:05:39.986-05:00selfiei think i was around 13 when i first had a desire to know what i looked like. i remember buying a handheld mirror and studying my face in it. i looked unfamiliar to myself and i wondered if somehow i had missed an important milestone in my childhood. i committed my features to memory and promptly lost interest.
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-photo by Tommy Vohs
consider the source.
i've heard that and said it my whole life...the context evolving over time. but it has come to reside in my consciousness now in a way it never has before.
consider the source.
my earliest associations with the phrase were moments of disdain...eventually an endpoint from a statement of exasperation morphed jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-28303554571274726792017-04-17T17:06:00.000-04:002017-04-17T17:08:33.790-04:00extinctionivan pavlov is probably rolling over in his grave as he observes the conditioned responses of our modern culture from the afterlife. (assuming there is such a thing.) i remember the fun in cleverly assigning custom ring tones to my first iphone. The Sopranos theme song for all work related contacts. Batman for luke, because at the time that was his everyday uniform. jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-43688101328763002912016-07-14T20:35:00.000-04:002017-04-19T10:26:27.092-04:00gravityHoney, it's been a long time coming<!-- Google Tag Manager -->
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with each turn of the rod, i not onlyjessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-62312171834329422732016-01-19T17:55:00.003-05:002016-01-19T17:55:45.519-05:00newton
i started this blog as an observation on down and out. i considered breaking (one word title) form and entitling it as such; but then i was struck by the visual marriage of the two words. down..out: doubt... and perhaps it's more than an optical illusion.
spiralling down and out, my thoughts and feelings feeding off each other.. and multiplying the doubts. doubt in my direction, jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-21877722174261043752015-10-20T13:47:00.001-04:002015-10-20T13:47:34.959-04:00market-ingover the past week or so i've been sending out emails with the subject line, 'In the Market...'  even as a marketing professional, it has struck me as odd every time i type it.  but odd in a good way, i think.
it's made me hyper-aware that marketing, the word, is a derivative of market.  and moreover, what i find so compelling about marketing, the business principle, is getting jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-45638207915286002022015-10-01T15:19:00.003-04:002015-10-01T15:19:33.655-04:00therefore
If a picture is worth a thousand words, a metaphor is worth a thousand pictures.
i recently fell in love with this slant on the oft used root expression. i think in metaphors. i really do. it exasperates some people in my life, those assuming i'm questioning their ability to follow a literal thought. others tolerate it, but immediately summarize my literary visual with jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-25024370543313771082015-08-30T15:07:00.003-04:002015-08-30T15:07:39.262-04:00jamso often when i listen to live music, i find myself fixated on who i wish were also there, hearing and seeing the performance. i can be obsessed with my certainty that this person or people would be transformed or should be exposed or inspired by what i am experiencing. i will torture myself with trying to record the most exemplary clips or trying to capture the tone and magic of a jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-15536873475871228842015-08-19T10:35:00.000-04:002015-08-19T10:35:54.429-04:00eighteeneighteen and sixteen. the boys are officially on their way out.
friday night, todd's birthday request was attending the opening of Straight Outta Compton. so, we threw our fifty buck contribution into the $60 million box office debut and claimed seats at the theater that topped the country in opening weekend Compton ticket sales.
that's right. an atlantajessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-28446339141344323312015-08-04T15:07:00.000-04:002015-08-04T15:07:40.004-04:00surfthere's a metaphor i've heard used to describe the world view i hold and it goes something like this... just as every drop of the ocean is wholly ocean, the ocean is wholly comprised of these drops. (substitute each of us for each drop and the ocean for a universal spirit and you get the idea.) <!-- Google Tag Manager -->
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re·spon·si·ble
rəˈspänsəb(ə)l/
adjective
1. having an obligation to do something, or having control over or care for someone, as part of one's job or role.
2. being the primary cause of something and so able to be blamed or credited for it.
3. (of a job or position) involving important duties, independent decision-making, or control over others.
4. jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-74637264009160022112015-07-25T14:21:00.000-04:002015-07-25T14:21:07.263-04:00footnotei got a new purse today and in the process of assigning things to pockets and compartments, i dumped three other purses out on the kitchen table. and as i sorted and purged, i made a huge pile of coins. i wish i'd weighed them. it's no wonder my shoulders hurt all the time and my number one criteria for the new purchase was: lightweight. (as if the weight of the jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00397500111728166089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8143628519348629605.post-2456479094244012132015-07-24T16:30:00.000-04:002015-07-24T16:30:05.634-04:00worth-morewhenever i put off a blog topic for 'tomorrow', without fail, i lose the creative inspiration on said topic. so this will be brief. <!-- Google Tag Manager -->
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