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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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
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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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Hey! Someone got my peanut butter and butter bagel right! I wonder if this is part of the "change" we were promised??

I hang out at Tanner's Coffee a lot in Culver City (among other coffeehouses). It's where I write (plays and blog) and can actually accomplish things. So this morning I order a garlic bagel with my calling card condiments - butter & peanut butter. Butter first. Add the peanut butter on top. Aside from this being an "odd" combination (or so I've been told), it's really a very simple task to perform. Travis the monkey could do it ("could" being the operative word). But not the kind, Spanish-speaking ladies at Winchell's Donuts (across the street from where I work). They've screwed up my order on at least four occasions. I won't bore you with the details - just look up "Winchell's Donuts" under my blog archive and you can read all about it.

Not this morning. The pleasant, attractive, Caucasian, English-speaking girl behind the counter (I said she was attractive, right?) handed me my order - done to perfection. Maybe it's because she could understand English. What a wonderful way to start my morning in sunny Californ-I-A. In the United States. Where ENGLISH is our language. Adios!

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