John Kenn
John Kenn
Toy dinosaur.
Who’s Going to Phoot Camp 2012? Find out now — don’t miss these super creative self-portraits! (Shown: Dan Busta’s incredible self portrait)
(Sorry for the social media spam about this buuuuut one last time)
Landon & I are d’jing a style event hosted by @olivemyloveblog at the Madewell Soho location tonight! 7-9 with drinks & treats!
For those of you who can’t make it I’ve made a little sampling of what we’ll be playing here: http://8tracks.com/hannahmetz/taste-this :D
sandasana (not the real name)
a sculpture by Katie Grinnan
I first met my future husband/wife at Pro-kleeners (laundromat) Nampa, Ida. His/Her name was Jens Eugene Jensen. I was 16 years old & he/she was 18. Some interesting dates we went on were: We mostly just stayed at home because Jens was broke. He used to visit me at work a lot.
We went together for 9 months and were engaged on March 75. The “question” was popped like this: We were at my aunts & uncles house in Montana, and at about 4:00 in the morning he proposed to me in the bathroom because that was the only available place at the time.
We were married on Oct. 10, 75 at Presbytarian Church Nampa, Ida. Some of my memories I have of my wedding are: Everything went fairly well, no catastrophes! Jens went thru the whole ceremony with his pants unzipped though.
We honeymooned at: Rodeway Inn Boise Idaho for 1 day. Some memories of my honeymoon are: It was really short because Jens had to be back to work the following Mon. (compiler’s note: Her first child was conceived that night.) We had a good time. Went shopping and then out to dinner.
We made our first home at Springville UT.
Some of our early married experiences are: Having a bad fight and I left for awhile and while I was gone our dog Ko-Ko broke his leg. We were both working at a health food store for a combined wage of $3.60 pr. hr. We were pretty poor! Jens’ parents once bought us a few bags of groceries that we really needed. (compiler’s note: she more than once recounted the gift of these groceries to me. She remembers that she wept because they had given them”name brand” peanut butter- Jif, specifically. It was the only product I knew my mother to be brand faithful to for the rest of her life.)
“fear of flying” acrylic on found wood - Matthew Reid