Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Friday, December 12, 2008

I got hit in the head by a cone-bearing tree.

A couple times a day, a friend at work and I go outside and meet up with Rick #1 and Rick #2 and the four of us have a meeting of the minds. The Rick's are photographers who work two floors below us. And I'm serious about the "meeting of the minds" shit - if the four of us were working together on the city council or whatever, shit would get done. The right way.

Rick #2 wasn't there for our first meeting and we were graced with the presence of a female CFO from the graphics arts firm on 2nd floor. So we're talking and suddenly something hits me in the head. Hard. I have a cut near my hairline to prove it. That little bastard above fell out of the tree onto my head as if it were thrown at me purposefully. And it's solid. And prickly. No squirrels. Just the tree. These mothers periodically drop every day, but it's the first time any of us have gotten injured.

Yes, I'm injured, OK? I wonder if it's a Christmas omen of some sort? I'm gonna go put some Cortaid on my wound now.

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