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Jhayne

I am here for Friends and Networking

About Me

I'd like to meet people interested in furthering fascination and engendering wonder.
but really this place is a placeholder. find me where my writing is, leave this place as my name written in technological dust

My Interests

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For those late to the game, I am a writer and amateur photographer currently living in Vancouver, Canada, who spent her last year trying to create a new venue from an old Bollywood theatre through sheer force of will and is now rather desperate for a Real Job.
Feel free to introduce yourself at my website, Dreampepper.

Sinister Bedfellows: Anthology
The author of Sinister Bedfellows put out a call to writer friends to help compose a book of short stories based on his comic strips. You'll find a short story of mine tucked in with talented works by David Starchy Grant, Shawn Scarber, Annastasia Snyder, Peter Venables, Matthew Messenger, Maaret W., Chris Peloso, Colleen AF Venable, Larry Holderfield, Phil Khan, Jody Johnson, Eric A. Burns, Samantha Kyle, David Milloway, MontiLee Stormer, Amy Frushour Kelly, Sarah Lynch-Walker, Rob Callahan, and Matthew Wood.

My Blog

(from my journal June 03) An Obituary for T. Paul St. Marie: : abrupt but not unpredictable

At the bottom of their deepest hearts of hearts, at the level of instinct, people seem to carry a sticky expectation of spontaneous combustion, mothers who pluck cars off of their threatened children,...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 01:30:00 GMT

(from my journal 2007-04-28) (he is still in the air), this is a gift, {welcome home}

Winter creeping back in, as if it forgot something in the front hall. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. Our card keys not working two nights in a row. Black suitcases, brocade. He bought me ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 19:15:00 GMT

(from my journal April 16) every generation creates its own traditions

Well, it's happened again: A gunman opened fire in a Virginia Tech dorm and then, two hours later, shot up a classroom building across campus Monday, killing 32 people in the deadliest shooting rampa...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:19:00 GMT

(from my journal April 15) charactor study, owmybrain

I have an atrocious head-ache and it's all my fault. I bought my dinner at Grade A Restaurant, a place on Grandville somehow left over from the early seventies, and without thinking, I ordered somethi...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:18:00 GMT

(from my journal April 15) like hearts swelling

Betty Hutton, once the favourite doll of Hollywood.Transparent as sound, we are pieces of the human engine out of old mythology, pet children decanted from bottles of blood. After the boy is blown fro...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:16:00 GMT

(from my journal April 15) Doing our laundry, I feel this is a few tiny steps to being barefoo

It's HACK SABBATH today!Reminding me of Chia Pet McKenzie's computer: (from via treehugger), Lloyd Alter writes: We have an Asus notebook, and like their modular design where you can pick your own CP...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:15:00 GMT

(from my journal April 14) (We are the resin)

Piece of Berlin Wall removed in secret government raid.We moved house today. This consisted of trying to sleep in and failing, folding endless black t-shirts, murderously cramming three months into on...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 10:12:00 GMT

(from apr 12, 07) KURT VONNEGUT 1922-2007 "make me young, make me young, make me young!"

"Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule th...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 10:06:00 GMT

(from my journal april 9, 07) I don't know if I should write when I'm this tired

picture by Bertrand ShiMy PRO Flickr account expires this month on Wednesday, April 18.Acid:Exhaustion drops him into my lap after work like a fantasy from my most feminine of secret hearts. Even in s...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 11:05:00 GMT

(from my journal april 9. 07) black and white grainy fear films

Chocolates shaped like Hep-C.The rain against the glass wall sounded like ice-sheets breaking. He found me last night in the hall, a knot of velvet resolution reading at the door. Ninth floor. I held ...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 10:54:00 GMT