My brother's family portrait (November 2004)
Damn, I begged my brother to wear a different shirt. That guy wouldn't know style if it landed on his head.
conceived, scrawled, heavily edited, carefully reconsidered, left for a while to digest, edited once more, and then ultimately posted by: just call me jeff at
2:18 a.m.
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High Tea at the Empress Hotel (Victoria, BC - January/2003).
In this picture, I'm wearing my favourite blue lambswool sweater, which (three years later, in the throes of absent-mindedness) I accidentally threw into the washing machine -- thereby shrinking it to doll-sized proportions.
You are now entering a zone liberally sprinkled with sarcasm. A kind, gentle place where I sometimes apply artistic liberty while spewing questionable content, useless factoids, and ridiculous ramblings.
Warning: Christopher sarcasm is my middle name!
name: just call me jeff
my proud heritage: I'm from a beautiful nation created by God and known by one and all around this earth as Canada
my birthplace: Edmonton
my hometown: Ottawa
my home: most definitely the one and only Vancouver
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life is large. why insist on living small? live large, expand into the space, realize your potential, follow your dreams. or live small, feel safe, pass up opportunity, wonder "what if," and wake up in 5 years with regrets.
I know that I'm extremely lucky to have choices available to me, because not everyone does. I try not to take that privilege for granted and am gonna do my best to live, love and laugh my way through this existence.
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4 Comments:
That is way too funny. This could have been most of the people from my hometown back in the day.
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Anonymous, at 8:28 a.m.
Wow...if you did that to him...aren't you mildly concerned that he might, I dunno, beat the snot out of you next time he sees you? ;)
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dantallion, at 5:04 p.m.
ha ha - i think he used to live down the street from me. he drove a camaro, right?
jesse
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Anonymous, at 9:29 p.m.
Unfortunately, this picture represents too many memories of the 80's. While I never sported hair quite as....ornate....I did suffer the in-retrospect humiliation of realizing that my mane was too big and boofy for its own good (yet entirely appropriate for the decade). But no matter how long the hair, I have no camaros in my past, Jesse. Neither does my brother : )
As for the bro beating the snot out of me, that ain't gonna happen. He could totally kick my ass (hello!! I'm a pansy, after all), but I'm bigger than he is and I think I've cultivated some weird sort of intimidation effect all these years. That's what an extra 25 pounds and 2-3 inches in height can do for ya!
Jeff.
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just call me jeff, at 1:27 a.m.
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