“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”

Louise Flory

Facebook Reflections

Today I was considering facebook, and what it has done for us. ...More accurately, what has facebook done for me? The answer is: NOTHING. For me, facebook results in--ironically--less face-to-face interaction and more depression and envy at the seemingly glamorous lives everyone is leading. The truth is, the way we present ourselves on facebook is completely idealized, and for the most part, an incredibly inaccurate portrayal of who we really are as people. It's unfortunate, but at this point kind of unavoidable. I'm not getting rid of facebook, I'm just trying to keep these things in mind before I go comparing my life to anyone else's. Also, I love stalking you through your photos, and I'm not about to give that up. Haha. Anyway. One other thing that keeps drawing my attention lately is the kinds of things people say when they're trying to stir up controversy. Some favorites are political and economical opinion, obama-bashing, conspiracy theories, passive-aggressive posts clearly targeted at someone specific but not named to give the illusion of generality, and gun rights.

Since when did facebook--a social networking site--become the platform for rants? An interesting idea, for sure. My best guess is that we're trying so hard to portray a very specific and unique vision of ourselves that we feel it necessary to outrage others in order to stand out. It's no longer adequate to simply be as we are...we have to keep posting more and more sensationalized material in order to feel like an individual. Definitely strange.

Also, I would like to mention that the two most controversial things I have ever posted about are...

Mangos

and

The importance of education, especially as an American woman.

Both were met with varying degrees of outrage.

Also, also, any time I have ever posted about famine, drought, food scarcity in developing countries, or public policy concerning any of these, I'm fairly certain there has only been one person to notice or care: Morgan.

In conclusion, we are incredibly, incredibly self-absorbed. Every one of us. Surprised? Me neither. I'm working on this myself.

February Resolutions

February Resolutions:

1. Stop reading into everything so negatively.
2. Let go of that awful facebook habit. Fully move on.
3. Get my shit together for school. Seriously this time.


Also, true story:

Yesterday I was wearing TOMS (I know...), and the top of my foot was showing at the end of my jeans. As I walked past an especially reflective piece of glass in the library, I thought, "whyyy did I wear white socks with these shoes??" Oh wait, that's just my super pale foot :/ Time for some sun.


Love, Jennifer

Thought Catalog

Thought Catalog is my new favorite thing, because I love beautiful writing more than most things in life. Also, I am terrified of my BioChem exam on Tuesday, and am letting my fear paralyze me rather than studying. That. Here are some of my recent favorite articles.

The Things I Left Behind

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Coldplay

Don't Wake Up Alone On A Saturday Morning

Things A Person Is Not

Wide Open Spaces

Things You Will Never Get Back

I Collect Homes

And especially,

What Moving On Is Like

One of those melancholy nights, I guess..

portraits

Sometimes I really miss this project. I would love to do it again, except one photo for every day of the year with other people as the subject. 365 portraits. I'm currently suffering from a lack of beauty in my life... if nothing else, a self-portrait taken every single day caused me to slow down and take however much time was necessary to see things in a new way. I miss the appreciation I had for how much beauty that lies undiscovered. Eh. The real question is, how could I find 365 people willing to be photographed?

p. 106

"Just as there was

a first instant when someone rubbed two sticks together to make a spark, there was a first time joy was felt, and a first time for sadness. For a while, new feelings were being invented all the time. Desire was born early, as we regret. When stubbornness was felt for the first time, it started a chain reaction, creating the feeling of resentment on the one hand, and alienation and loneliness on the other. It might have been a certain counterclockwise movement of the hips that marked the birth of ecstasy; a bolt of lightning that caused the first feeling of awe. Or maybe it was the body of a girl named Alma. Contrary to logic, the feeling of surprise wasn't born immediately. It only came after people had enough time to get used to things as they were. And when enough time had passed, and someone felt the first feeling of surprise, someone, somewhere else, felt the first pang of nostalgia.

It's also true that sometimes people felt things and, because there was no word for them, they went unmentioned. The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it--just to name it--must have been like trying to catch something invisible.

(Then again, the oldest feeling in the world might simply have been confusion.)

Having begun to feel, people's desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It's possible that this is how art was born. New kinds of joy were forged, along with new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it is; the relief of unexpected reprieve; the fear of dying.

Even now, all possible feelings do not exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact."

An excerpt from The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss. Things like this remind me how much I love the inexpressible beauty of words.

Things these days

Lately I've been kind of distracted by the awful things in life...don't you hate that? I know I do. Especially because I'm usually such a positive person! Sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed by all the material I'm expected to learn this semester, and by all the steps I still have left in getting ready to apply for grad school. If I'm not at school, I'm probably studying, or if I'm not doing that, I'm probably at work. The worst part is the fact that it is neverending... even after one assignment or chapter is finished, there's another one to replace it the next day.

I've been trying to stop and breathe and realize that I'm in a good place...in fact, I'm in a really fortunate and blessed place. It is extremely rare, on a global perspective, for one person to have so many opportunities in front of them, so I'm trying to hold onto that fact when it all seems too much to handle.

It would be very easy to get lost in the tedium, in the difficulty, in the extreme unfairness that is loss in this life, but there's no happiness in that. These lessons are hard-learned, but I feel like I'm growing into a wiser human being by taking part in them. There is a certain peace in knowing that you're working your hardest. That glorious feeling you get after physically exhausting yourself in a crazy hard work out? I'm hoping the same reward comes after mental exhaustion :)

There are so many nice things going on right now, though. The first that comes to mind is volunteering. I volunteer about once a week at Camp Kostopulos, which provides activities and social experiences for adults with disabilities. I can get so wrapped up in myself and my troubles, but once I'm there, it all disappears. I'm amazed, over and over, at how kind and genuine these people are...both participants and staff. It's hard to feel sorry for yourself when there is so much goodness around you.

Secondly, I've realized how in love I am with cooking and baking. I've recently had a reunion with my domestic side and it makes me feel so much more relaxed! There's something inherently satisfying about creating a meal from distinguishable ingredients that's free of preservatives and artificial color and so many other things we're not even aware of. I think my interest in nutrition stems from a pure and passionate love of food--I love to cook it, and I love to eat it!

There are so many more things to be in love with as well: the chorus of crickets outside my door every single night; watching my little tomato plants grow and sprout blossoms and eventually tomatoes that swell and slowly blush with color until they're bursting and sweet; my parents, who are unfalteringly loyal and loving and far too kind; netflix, which keeps me excited and watching the mailbox!; the feeling that I am progressing, no matter how slowly it feels; upcoming trips!; and of course, really awesome friends. I wish I could carry them all around with me constantly, but I have to settle for seeing them as much as I can. Out of everything, they are the ones helping me keep my sanity.

Thanks for listening.

Love,

Jennifer

Oh, Hello.

I feel pretty lame for not having blogged for months. It was certainly an interesting summer... to be honest, not one of the best, but one that showed me that I need to take control of my life and make it into what I want it to be.

Anyway. More to come, I promise, but for now, here's a few things I'm currently loving.

So excited for Boston (again).

I want.

Looks great...

Toni + Aaron

These photos are of my beautiful childhood friend, Toni, and her fiancee Aaron. A few weeks ago, we drove out to the Salt Flats, I pointed a camera, and they did the rest. I'm not a professional photographer, by any means, but luckily they are both beautiful enough that any flaws on my part are lost. They're so adorable it hurts me.

It is crazy for me to think she (we!) is old enough to be getting married, but I could see, even in a short amount of time, how much she has matured and turned into an incredible human being.

I wish them all the best :)

Love, Jennifer

before/after

It is amazing and frightening to me how quickly everything can change. I often think about my life and how different it's become in the past 6 weeks...terrifying really. It's hard to see how wonderful things are when you're in the midst of an easy life. I wish I could go back and warn myself, urge myself to stop waiting for the right moment for things, because really, there is only the present.

I cannot help but think of things in terms of before and after now. Before, silly worries. After, having a hard time caring about the "important" things of life at all. Before, plans. After, empty days. I see dates on things, and think only in terms of proximity to April 5th. 5 days before, how could I be thinking about such silly things? Two days before, how could I have known? It is frustrating to me to view myself in this way, but that's just it....how could anyone have known? I think of food, I bought this before it happened. He's gone but it's not. Or shampoo. I think of all the things I would give up...sometimes it's a game I play. I would give up: every possession. Every piece of clothing. I would give up my new Jeep. Oh? I would give up my entire education to change things...I would start all over. No...I would be in school for the rest of my life. I would amputate a limb. I would live in exile. I would die. It's awful; none of it matters. Every time, I get to the same answer...I would give anything at all, period. It's very revealing of myself, I suppose, but meaningless. That is what death is, despite the depth of your feelings or pain, there is no changing of it. Death is a quiet, locked room. A darkened sky. Turning around and discovering you are alone.

It's hard for me to live with myself most of the time. I am certainly changing. Who knows who I will end up being. We are all changing, taking what was once public and obvious and burying it deep within ourselves. Everyone has their own way, but all of us are making up our minds about things and keeping secrets. I believe that is the only way to move past tragedy. There is much to be said for public healing and letting others help you. But in the end, you must take the heart of it, that little seed of emotion that is inexplicable to others and find somewhere to put it. As much as we all want to feel normal again, no one wants to forget, so we lock it up where only we can find it when we need to.

I like to imagine that he is on a long trip, traveling every country on every continent. He is really only on a trip around the world, marveling at the extraordinary and having too much fun to ever come home. I imagine that he has found what he was missing during life. There is no work for him anymore, only adventure and discovery.

It is a still, quiet life I lead.

Festival of Colors

On Saturday I went to the Festival of Colors at the Sri Sri Radha Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork. It was pretty awesome. The festival is a celebration of, generally, the triumph of good over evil and a welcoming of spring. Everyone had bags of colored powder that you throw on each other. There was dancing and awesome food, and generally a really good feeling among everyone there. I took this video from the balcony of the temple during the second color throwing. I love the way the colors look!

When you're in the middle of everything, the air is so full of colored powder, you can't see anything in front of you! You emerge covered head to toe in every color...it took me about 5 washes to get it out of my hair. Haha. I'll definitely be doing this again next year :)

Jennifer

Advice.

My grandfather

gave me two pieces of advice.

The first, always make sure you're with someone who likes you more than you like them.

And the second, have fun, travel, and be young while you can.

It kind of bothered me when he told me the first one. It struck me as a very sad thing to say. In the least, I hoped I would never be the person to hold myself back or be happy being in control in a relationship. I could see the draw of it: if you're never vulnerable, you will never have to leave yourself open to get hurt, damaged. Of course, I was very young when he told me this, filled with romantic ideas about love and how relationships worked. I probably had little to no experience in the rocky field. All I knew was that when love happened, it would be perfect, and easy. Rare, I imagined, but effortless.

I am no expert in love. But I do know what bitter and exacting disappointment feels like, I know the pain that comes when things go wrong, and I know just how fragile my little heart can be. After awhile, I began to believe in my grandfather's advice against my own reason. It was kind of weird to realize I'd become the person I never wanted to be, but that was life, right? It's a hard habit to break out of, encasing yourself with security. But I think it's almost certainly worth it.

When I actually think about my grandfather, I imagine him as a photograph I once took, wrinkled hand resting on the arm of an equally old and beaten chair on the porch. I think of rough skin that grabbed my wrists and wrestled me playfully into submission, of hands that have done so many things I'll never even know or understand. I'm afraid that's how it always is; we only ever get to see singular parts of those closest to us no matter how hard we look; it's so easy and common to miss the whole. I don't think he ever followed his own advice, although perhaps he wished he could have. It seems the simpler thing to never be vulnerable, but although he was a tough, weathered man on the outside, he was more dedicated to taking care of my grandmother than anyone else could have, not in softness but in hardness. He was famous for saying clever things like the first bit of advice that made people chuckle, but deep down he was a much gentler person; it just took the right way of looking to see that.

I think, in retrospect, I can only choose one of these to follow. Fundamentally, they are opposite ideas. One, protect yourself and take the careful route. Or two, dive in headfirst and follow your passion. Really, I'll end up remembering the second piece of advice, which I take to mean, go out and make the most of it. Common sense and responsibility threaten to take over my life every day, but I'm trying to take his wisdom and just do what I'd like to do. Coming from someone who's seen so much more than I have, I've accepted that he had a unique view of what is truly important in this crazy life.

I miss him very much. I wonder how many things he told me that just passed right by. I think about him often, and the type of person I want to be. Going in headfirst.

Jennifer

watch crush.

I pretty much want one of each. These would be adorable to wear, and I wouldn't worry too much about getting food on them at work!

by o'clock.

a little thought..

I just think this is charming in a deep/funny/very sad way. The more I think about it, the more I like it :)

via cup of jo, via 20x200

Love, Jennifer

elephantine.

I'm kind of in love with this jewelry shop on etsy, Elephantine. Her pieces are all very delicate and beautiful in a simple sort of way. Love.