Sunday Film Shoot in San Fran

It’s almost 10pm and I’m sitting at San Francisco airport waiting for my flight back to Los Angeles. It’s been a great day. I went shoot a scene for a web series I am in. It has a relatively well known actor in it which is cool and a stellar cast and absolutely brilliant director. More information to follow. I was surrounded by people who share in my passion of performance, who love to pick scenes apart. There is nothing like being reminded of what you love to do. Somehow I have to make this my reality. I suppose I will always act no matter what. That’s how it should be with things you love but there is much work that lies ahead. First I have to find time for acting classes again. With my new job as producer in a creative agency I have little time to act. But it’s time to produce my own life! Why is it so much easier to produce other people’s?
Off I go back to LA and it feels like I’m off to a new beginning.

Paper Planes

It is 9:30 pm on a Thursday evening. As I drove home today I saw the hustle and bustle of Abbot Kinney, pulsing with coolness and gigantic scarves, vintage boots and thick glasses, and I thought, “blimey, how fun it could be to go out tonight. But instead I look forward to a cozy night with my man”. As he always comes home late, I went first to Golds Gym and punched the air violently in one of my favorite classes, body combat. My teacher De Andre has a way of making you loose all inhibitions and suddenly you find yourself screaming bloody Mary as you pummel the air around you. His name is pretty epic too, De Andre. I am a fan.

After the gym we had a cozy dinner  and then we got a message inviting us out to the Fairmont for a drink. I have a confession to make. I did’t feel like going. Instead I felt like being cozy, like watching something, talking, like sitting and writing about everything and nothing. Lately life has been going past so quickly and there is something delightfully delicious about slowing down and taking a deep breathe and relishing in silence. I realize the value of silence, of watching without talking, of listening and actually hearing ones own breathe. What a treat it is to be able to have even a few minutes of quiet and peace. Perhaps I should try meditating because now I think, more than ever, I value those quiet intimate moments one has with oneself.

Talking about silence, there is something gloriously beautiful about non-verbal communication; Those magical moments where your energy syncs with someone else’s and you feel “connected.”  You catch somebody’s eye on as they step onto the train and they turn to smile at you as the train pulls out of the station. Magic. Although in most cases the magic disappears pretty quickly, there are those rare occasions, those romantic stories that make you smile and long for the serendipitous moments that make life so exciting.

Have a look at this beautiful animation that was shared with me today. It’s got paper planes and a love story. Non-verbal communication at it’s best.

 

 

 

 

2013

Yeah okay so I am late to the game it is 2013 and it only now has begun to dawn on me that I can no longer date things 2012.

The blasted cold going around got to me. Literally it got into my body and took over, increasing my temperature and mucus quantities to offensive amounts. No matter how hard I blow my nose I will never get all this snot out. I have gotten through boxes of tissues and my nose is so dry by now I look far from attractive. Great. But I am getting better….yes I am.

So, as I lie in bed contemplating my walls I start to think about 2013. Resolutions. I have none set in stone yet but a few on the horizon. Must write them down.

Some people, however, have been more diligent than I have and have already started to act on their resolutions. Exercising, eating healthier, reading more… I am envious so all I can say is – yuck.

As I scoured Facebook in an attempt to stifle a strong sense of loneliness that inevitably ensues when you spend two days in bed, I saw that my friend and the best brow artist in town Kelley Baker has been giving the homeless blankets to keep themselves warm during these colder California nights (it truly does get cold here). I am moved by her kindness and her warm heart. She has also started giving a discount to anybody who comes to their brow appointment with a blanket. This woman is wonderful.

Kelley’s generosity really cheered me up. (As did a video of some of our best friends two year old daughter loudly repeating “foock…fock….” instead of fork). We all have the power to make a difference, we just have to do it. So one of my resolutions this year is to do just that. And act lots. And write. (I better start writing my list).

Halloween and Christmas Carols

Okay so Halloween was never a huge celebration for me growing up. When we realized there were sweets at stake my friends and I dressed up and started ringing on our neighbours doorbells. “Trick or treat” we would state proudly, smiles grinning. One of us donned a sheet as a ghost with little holes for eyes that were very lopsided. The other black cat ears and the last a broom and a cape (she was a witch).  “Excuse me?” was the reply in Norwegian. “What are you….are you singing Christmas tunes already?” One old couple had us come in and sing renditions of “Holy Night” – we must have been a sight. A ghost, a cat and a witch singing Carols, but hey, we would do anything for treats. When we were finished, however, we were shown to the door which then shut behind us. There we stood, with hoarse voices and no sweets. We rung the bell again. “You have to give us sweets now” we stated, a tad more insistent. “Oh heavens!” the couple exclaimed. “Lets see what we have”. What they had were chocolates. Not delicious caramel plump chocolate drops from heaven, no. Chocolate full of liquor tasting mush. It was devastatingly disgusting. We sat on my front steps amidst piles of racked leaves and peeled off the chocolate in attempt to rescue the “good bits”. It seems Halloween has taken off a bit more in Norway, but I have to say when I look back on it, I am happy my Halloween’s were just just the way they were. It reminds me that fun isn’t the result of buckets full of sweets, nor having the most elaborate costume. It’s about doing something with friends, meeting new people and just keeping things simple. Perhaps that’s the Norwegian in me that is (partly) turned off by gaudy house decorations (some are really fun but some are just nuts!) and children gnawing away at hand fulls of sweets like Veruca Salta. Halloween, however, reminds me of those who have passed and who I miss terribly. Some of them I never met, such as my grand-fathers. Some I knew only three years of my life, my grandmother. And some have passed in what feels unfair ways and far too early in life. In short, All Hallow’s Eve and the Day of the Dead (November 2nd) remind me of how I should enjoy my life and the process without letting too many self imposed complications crowd the experience. Off I go to make (potentially just buy) candied apples. Hey, you can’t blame me for loving caramel covered apples? It’s about enjoying remember? te he.

C & J

Here it is. Our Norwegian Week Long Wedding.The most beautiful of days with wonderful days before and after. We will never forget it. Full of love. A dream come true. (There is a video at the end).

Oslo, Norway

Vårt lille land

 

Picture by Maria Pellicer

Picture by Maria Pellicer

Picture by Maria Pellicer

Picture by Maria Pellicer

THE PLANNING

Planning a wedding in Norway from Los Angeles was not, how should I put this, easy. At all. Was it fun? Yes. Very. But there were moments I wanted to elope, throw invitations in a bonfire and dance around it screaming madly. After making one-hundred-and-fifty party props, hand writing table cards and seating charts, answering everyone and their mothers e-mails about what to wear, where to stay, when to arrive – and all sorts of other things one does for a wedding – I was pooped. Excited, but pooped.

Great events are made up of a great team effort. As such, a wedding is a joint effort, where people chip in, speak up, dial in. My parents, however, really went out of their way for this tremendous party. Re-painting the house, fixing, buying, lifting, dropping, planting – they were beyond amazing.

Picture by Maria Pellicer

AND SO IT BEGAN

SUNDAY – DAY 1

Carlos and I moved out of my parents home to the wonderful, comfortable and centrally located Saga Hotel. Friends and family started to arrive – the excitement was upon us. Sunday evening my mother cooked a scrumptious fresh salmon for my parents in law, sister in law with husband and son, cousins, grandparents of my (now) husband, Nonna and Nonno.

Picture by Maria Pellicer

Mama’s famous cheese cake. It went fast.
Picture by Maria Pellicer

Nonno. Carlos’ grandpa – age: 98. An avid photographer and wonderful storyteller.
Picture by Maria Pellicer

MONDAY – DAY 2

The Welcome party for all guests was on Monday – at my house – my mother had prepared everything from six quiches, smoked salmon, eggs, breads, cheeses, grapes, cakes, strawberries – my father had bought all the booze, got all the outdoor area ready brought over extra chairs. It was epic. When my wonderful friend Chiara and her amazing boyfriend Charlie showed up a few hours early as my sister in law, niece and I were getting ready in my room my heart lept out of my chest. It was suddenly very real! Chiara and Charlie helped a great deal – the extended family had started to arrive.

Picture taken by Maria Pellicer

Picture by Rob Volkel

The two Carlos’ laughing.
Picture by Maria Pellicer

Carlos looking dapper in Moods of Norway.
Picture by Rob Volkel

There was much merriment and mirth on Monday’s Welcome Party….

My gals

Maria and Mathias

Mama and I :-)

Simone – not only drank champagne but chewed the bottle…

TUESDAY – DAY 2

Sight Seeing + Rehearsal Dinner

ON the boat

Off to the Viking Ship Museum

Viking ships...

aker brugge

Lunch on Aker Brygge

Hugging Salmana and Corie after a beautiful Speech at our rehearsal dinner

Rehearsal Dinner love

WEDNESDAY – DAY 3

The real Wedding day finally arrived.

June 27th, 2012. 

The morning started at 6am. Carlos and I got up and quietly snuck down to the breakfast room to have a bite alone, just us. It was wonderful. We were so excited we could barely talk, we giggle and smiled lots though. Then we parted ways, him to the guys room and me to our room to get ready. We did not to see each other again until I was walking down the aisle with my papa.

Hanger Guapa

Carlos made this hanger for me :-)

Chandelier and dress

The beautiful pronovias dress (up for sale now)

Jenny Wedding Mascara going on On with the dress

Carlos and I sent each other presents…..

Carlos opening Presents

Groomsmen struggling with bowties

Groomsmen struggle with their gift. A bow-tie that they had to tie! Carlos ended up tying all of their bow-ties!!

Carlos reading card

Excited!

Excited!

Bride and Father so lovely

Papa seeing me for the first time all dressed up :-)

When Papa first saw me

Bridesmaids Bride and Father of the Bride Beautiful Bridesmaids – Handsome Papa

Getting ready Blowing a kiss from car

Veil and back

Just get me to the Church on time...I was an hour late...

Just get me to the Church on time…I was an hour late…

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

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Photo by Photographer Jan Ivar Vik (vikfoto.no)

Carlitos and Lucas

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Our beautiful niece Sol who sang two wonderful songs with her amazing voice! What an honor!

Our beautiful niece Sol who sang two wonderful songs with her amazing voice! What an honor!

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Mama organized the most fun and wonderful musicians!

Mama organized the most fun and wonderful musicians!

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Me Lucas and CArlos in Party Props

Spot Lucas in between us!

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Spot Lucas in between us!

Spot Lucas in between us!

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THURSDAY – DAY 4

The day after the wedding! We had a delicious breakfast followed by a morning bath in the ocean.

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Rob and Carlos swim

Then we headed back to my parents home who made, with the help of Jennifer and Tony, a delicious BBQ.

BBQ at homeGarden Party 1 Garden Party 2

The Next Day we had a quiet family dinner and said bye to our friends. Then off we went to Venezia!

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It was the greatest time of my life. What a few weeks! What a wedding!

And if you still want to watch more – our amazing videographer Ben Fordham put together an awesome short video.

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/51006766″>Norway Destination Wedding. Jenny and Carlos 25 minute edit.</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user4843244″>Ben Fordham</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

C O M M U N I C A T E

No one would talk much in society

if they knew how often they misunderstood others.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Expressing, explaining, conveying…simply stating how we fell is often quite difficult. Whether it is at work, home or at a restaurant, sometimes we just can’t seem to say what we want. Have you ever tried to have a conversation with somebody in a crowded coffee shop and found it difficult to concentrate on what you are saying because some loud mouthed so-and-so is blabbing far too loudly far too close to you? Well that is what it feels like when your brain wants to say x and your heart (emotions) blurt out y [or vice versa]. You end up staring at the person’s face before you and panicking about what you just said. Unable to recapitulate the situation your fall to a quick demise.

Mis-communication is simply put, awful. All I can say is sometimes it’s best to keep things as basic as possible. Perhaps going back to our neanderthal manners, utter short sentences, perhaps a few gutteral sounds, use your hands and make it quick. (This is not a recipe for a quickee…. although it can be).

Now, the irony of this post is that I may have failed to communicate what it is I am trying to say.

It is 1:30 am and perhaps my brain is too fried to communicate anything other than “zzzzzzzzz” and “zzzzzzzzz” again.

‘Till tomorrow fair friends.

xox

 

Boom! I won an Award. Ecstatic!

Here are the rules for this award:

1. Thank the person who nominated you.

The wonderful Courtney, author of The Good, The Bad and The Saggy awarded me with this honor and for that I am truly grateful. I write as much as I can, I know it is often a bit of a diatribe but I enjoy it to death and squeal with joy every time I press “publish”. When any of you comments it makes my day (if not week) – thank you Courtney for being so supportive and loving, so fun, honest and simply a wonderful friend. 

2. There are no limits for how many fellow bloggers you can nominate.

Fibromy-Awesome: Mary talks about everything with wit, humor and plenty of insight. At the age of 9 Mary was diagnosed with fibromylagia/chronic fatigue and immune dysfunction syndrome. At the age of 12 her father died of cancer (on the toilet). The Cherry on top of the cake is that she was diagnosed with Lyme Disease a year ago. As she recuperates, Mary brings a smile to your life and makes it quiet clear that no matter your battle – you got to stay positive, or at least try to.

Elle’s Empire State: Fashion and all things beautiful with this classy lady allows you to live vicariously through her life in New York working for Vogue. Love everything about her.

Love Fed: Christina Ross has revolutionized how I think about food and opened my mind to all sorts of new recipes. She is a sheer delight to read and a stupendous entrepreneur in the world of Healthy meals, treats and snacks, with a large dollop of love and tenderness.

Literati: Wonderful Blog by the Events Manager of Belgravia Books in London. From book reviews, to essays, to commentaries –  If you are interested in anything related to Art and Culture – this is your gal to read. It’s as Jimena says, “Thoughts on anything related to the written word” – and that, is quite a lot of magnificent things!

The Good, The Bad and The Saggy: The refreshing honesty and smoldering heart of this blog makes this a must read for everyone, no matter whether you are a parent or not. Every time I read this blog I walk away smiling or giggling – it brightens up my day, in every way.

3. Share some things about you but alphabetically just a word or two about you starting with each alphabet. (Or alternatively, just write the first word you think of)

A: Aynanita

B: Beluga (I love this word – sort of makes you want to shake your hips as you say it – give it a whiz, or actually, a shake…) I also heard that once my parents were given a tub of Beluga Caviar and ate it with my Godmother in the kitchen with spoons… I want to eat Beluga caviar by the spoon and say Beluga. Lots. I could sing “Baby Beluga” my children’s singer Raffi too… If you have children and don’t know about Raffi – tune in.

C: Cacahuates (Japoneses) – My favorite type of peanut, they have nothing to do with Mexico but they have marketed them as Japanese peanuts. Point is, they are divine. Oh and C makes me think of Cri-Cri, the wonderful singing cricket.

D: Danzon – such a beautiful film.

E: Eureka – A word that should be used so much more often. I like to say it (most often in my head).

F: Friends – I love my friends – I need to tell them that more often. I suppose we all do :-)

G: Gargantuan – another word that sprung to mind that makes me smile.

H: Holly – my beautiful mama who is the best, in the whole entire world.

I: Inventor – what my husband to be is, quiet brilliant he is indeed..

J: Juan – my papasito de mi corazon.

K: Ketzela – Yiddish for little cat and the name of our Labrador as I was growing up. I miss her always, little Ketzela, she was like a little seal, so cozy and understanding.  Then there is Kip – my friend Corie’s dog who we would put glasses on and film as we would narrate his “voice.” (If I find that tape I will put it on here…it is quite hilarious).

L: Lingo – I was going to say Love but then Lingo made me giggle…But “Lefse” a sort of sweet flat and warm bread with butter and sugar is a better “L” – mmmm getting hungry.

M: Mango – Mangos de Manile – the best thing, eaten on special “Pincha Mangos” that you buy in Mexico – basically a fork with a longer middle prong which you pinch into the Mango and allows you to eat it like a lollypop (after you peel it obviously)!

N: Nincompoop – what I feel like sometimes, such as now, that I had to sing the ABC’s in my head as I complete this.

O: “Oh What a Beautiful Morning! Oh What a Beautiful Day!… la te da da da da te da…Everything’s going my way…”

P: Pellicer is my surname. Not Pelliker, Pelliser, Pellicier or by any means, Pelikan.

Q: Qantas – they have big planes. I want to get in one.

R: Radio Days – one of my favourite Woody Allen films. I love watching it with my parents.

S: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious – Oh, Mary Poppins you naughty little minx. You made that word stick in my mind like glue, and there is nothing, nothing I can do about it.

T: Tri-lingual – that is what I am. This means I have an accent in every language – I am a child of the world (I say this half sarcastically, half seriously – this is what happens if one goes to an International School).

U: …are a trooper for reading this far and I love you for reading my blog.

V: Vewy vewy quiet…. we have to be vewy vewy quiet.

W: Wicked – not the musical the word. Wicked is such a deliciously wicked word. Love it.

X: Xochipili – my brother’s dog who passed away that I miss.

Y: Ya – actually spelled “ja” but sounds like “ya” – the yes that Norwegians say by inhaling… (try saying “ya” and inhaling at the same time. We Norwegians do this a lot. It is fantastic.

Z: Zeal – When you do something, do it with Zeal – give it all you’ve got.

Thank you for reading my blog! I welcome comments (they make my day) and love to hear from you out there!

Warmest of hugs,

Jenny xoxoxoxoxo

Day 3: High as a Kite

Today I have been quite high. I am no longer spacey, simply energized and acutely aware of every smell, touch, sound – everything around me.. The 3rd day has been the easiest and I do feel very satisfied with myself. I have to say, however, that I miss the social act of eating. Sitting down for a meal is a time to talk and share and appreciate food with the people you love. I miss that. I miss my dinner with my wonderful husband. Poor thing, he has been eating soup for supper with me for three days out of solidarity, what a trooper. That is love for ya.

I have, on the other hand, realized that I need to appreciate what I eat far more and noted that I don’t really need to eat that much at all in order to thrive.

I have sudden burst of energy and felt very calm and still within. My friends have asked if I have had diarrhea, but you know what? I have actually had a very regular and solid bowl movement every day (especially today). I feel very cleansed, I wonder how on earth anything can come out of me after only ingesting juice for the past three days. The fact that something does come out goes to show that we all can benefit from a cleanse and an opportunity for our tummies to catch up.

Poor ole’ tummy of ours. We give everything around us a break, the weekend is technically our break, we make time to go on a break, we make time to relax – we should also give our digestive system a break. Did you know that 60% of our body’s immune system is based in our gut? It is pivotal to keep your digestive system healthy. In our gut we have trillions of bacteria, some are “good” some are “bad”. They live together in a pleasant manner when there is “bacterial balance” in your body. What upsets the bacterial balance? Factors such as stress (the number on enemy of all health), poor diet, antibiotics or illness. Taking probiotics, which are “good” bacteria, helps keep the natural balance of organisms (microflora) in the intestines. I have always taken probiotics at random moments of my life. I now feel far more convinced that I could use more balance in my belly and perhaps juice once in a while – especially after a night out, plenty of delicious wine or cocktails … anything that is yummy and can affect your tummy.

We all can do more for our gut (I just spelt gut – git – it was hilarious – had to share – “We all can do more for our “git” – ha ha yes we can) . Lets face it, we stress far too much. Your stomach is the first place to feel it – so take care of it please.

Now I am lecturing and giggling about “git”…oh the things a juice can do….. I shall step down from my pedestal upon which I preach and go drink my juice….

Lets see how I awake tomorrow…. I had a dream I awoke multi-coloured (the colours of all my juices). I didn’t. Thank the Lord.

 

 

Day 2: Pass Me A Drink

So I am pleased to announce that the second day is almost over and I am surviving swimmingly. I had a meeting this morning, have been on a long walk and worked quiet well. I have had pangs of hunger and incredibly spacey moments, all in all however, I am alive and kicking (slowly but kicking nonetheless).

As I sit back and dream of food – ( I dreamt of this amazing Brazilian cake I have had twice in my life – I think I ate the whole thing in my dream, hence I awoke full) – I honestly feel I may appreciate food more next time it touches my lips. Somebody told me that they would juice every Monday, perhaps that is something to aspire to?

Feeling as though you are in control of your life makes a huge difference in making you happy. I am a happy person, but it is quiet interesting to feel how happy and how aware I am of my day when I take my life by the reigns as I have done with this juicing cleanse. The day takes on a whole new hue, a whole new colour and feel. I am far more aware of what I am doing, eating (or not eating in this case – drinking) and have a far greater sense of accomplishment as the day nears its end.

The discipline required is also quite tantamount. I did have an acai juice today which some would say is cheating, but my body needed it so I had it.

I have always been a critic of juices and cleanses…anything that requires not eating solid food intentionally. I must retract my previous criticism, however, at least in part. After two days of juicing I feel light, less bloated, happy, appreciative and a great sense of awareness. I do not condone not eating for a long period of time, but a reminder of how we eat, which we so readily take for granted and do not pay attention to, has truly inspired me to contemplate far more things that I know I do in my life without fully appreciating them.

If anything this has made me embrace the present in a completely new way. As I write this I think of how if I had read this three days ago, I would have probably rolled my eyes. In my defense I have taken  my skepticism and found out for myself what all this juice raving was about.

I think I get it. Lets see how I feel about this tomorrow though…

Day 1: I’m a bit pekish

First day of juicing is almost over. Just finished my delicious vegetable broth and had some orange juice for desert, full of pulp and scrumptious. Christina Ross is supplying me with her delicious juices and I must say that despite feeling quite tired and a bit cranky it has been alright.

I must reiterate that I am tired. I am, however, having moments of clarity and finding myself noticing things I didn’t before such as the flowers on my walk home.  I also miss certain staples and hope to value them more next time I eat them. I fear I have little to say other than that it’s been an odd day. Shaking your regular routine is interesting – I feel slightly dazed yet it feels very right. People fast all the time – this is a juice fast. Or a fast of juice…tomatoe, tomato.

Lets see how I awake tomorrow. Hungry, I imagine…?