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.

About me...

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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.


Friday, August 31, 2012

TGIF! presents....The Seekers' "Georgy Girl"!

My happy song. You should get one.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

i am born.

This day, Saturday, the 29th of August, in the year of Our Lord, Nineteen hundred and sixty four, at 2:34 p.m. I am Saturday's child, who works hard for his living.

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Anders Breivik. Justice served?

Killed 77 people (mostly children) and gets 21 years - the maximum sentence under Norwegian law. How quaint. Now - his sentence can be repeatedly extended if he's deemed "a danger" after his initial sentence is served. I think Norway needs to reexamine their criminal code statutes.

What a cunt.

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Friday, August 24, 2012

TGIF! presents..."A River Runs Through It" (the best scene)!

Great film - and it's the best scene in my opinion as it reminds me so much of myself, my brother and father and our annual fishing trips on the Rainbow Flowage in Lake Tomahawk, Wisconsin. You can fast-forward to the 2:30 mark if you'd like....that's me, Jason and Dad - talking, laughing and loving.

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Friday, August 17, 2012

TGIF! presents...Sir Geoffrey of Glen Mar, Royal Archer!

(NOTE: BEFORE you watch this, PAUSE video, and MAKE SURE the setting icon (bottom right of screen, left of the clock icon) is at 1080 and enlarge to full screen...for best quality.)

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Thursday, August 16, 2012

haikuin' it, zucchini style!

Zucchini bread - LIKE
homegrown…my Greendale garden
eat – come to Glen Mar

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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

"ohhhh...look at the pretty lace!"

That's a rose bush leaf. That's what those motherfuckin' Japanese beetles leave when they're finished munching on my beautiful roses. Well - not any more. I just sprayed the fuck out of them.

Previous post on aforementioned Japanese beetles/fuckers.

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Monday, August 13, 2012


Made with chocolate mint from the garden. WHOO!

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Friday, August 10, 2012

TGIF! presents...Charlie Rich's "The Most Beautiful Girl"!

A #1 smash hit for Charlie. My favorite line/melody:

"...I stood alone in the cold gray dawn
Knew I’d lost my morning sun."

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Ezra the Juvenile.

Monday's are the shittiest day of the week. Mine was even shittier. We have a family of red-tailed hawks that live at the cemetery where I work during the summer. Beautiful, regal birds. They've lived there for a few years, nesting atop an evergreen tree. The male and female mate for life and as far as we know, Ezra (above) was their only offspring. Ezra was born in the spring, a "juvenile" -  meaning it hasn't reached sexual maturity - which in Ezra's case would be two years. We don't know Ezra's sex so we'll just say he's a "he".

Monday morning, Bryan and I found Ezra on the ground below the nest, lying on its back. As far as we could determine, Ezra's back had been broken. We have no idea how. Perhaps a flying miscalculation? Who knows.

We kept an eye on Ezra all morning, turning him on his stomach to see if that helped. However, he slowed down as the morning passed. We called a vet, the DNR, Human Society, shelter - no one would come out to the cemetery. There was nothing they could do for him.

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The hawks were untypically quiet all day. Do you suppose they knew their Ezra had passed? Were they looking for him? Later on in the afternoon, I saw mom and dad hawk soaring above, riding those thermal drafts - floating, wing-to-wing. At one point, I saw one of the hawks roosting in a tree I had never seen them roost in - a tree overlooking the baby section of the cemetery.

And Bryan and I were quieter than usual that day. Ezra was a part of our daily life and I can't stop thinking about him. So, writer-Jeff composed this haiku, in memory of Ezra the Juvenile:

look yonder, young hawk!
soar! cry! kree-eee-ar! kree-eee-ar! search the sky!
silence. listen...kree-eee-ar!

Before giving Ezra a proper burial (as only we would know how to do), Bryan and I each took one of Ezra's tail feathers, held sacred to many American Indian tribes - our way of honoring our friend. Take a look at this video - an up-close look at a trained red-tailed hawk...much like Ezra the Juvenile.

Goodbye, Ezra...may you soar in peace for a thousand years. You will be missed.

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Early Girls ripen'in.

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Monday, August 6, 2012

Happy Birthday, Mom!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mom! A wonderful woman, wife and mother... Jas, Dad & I are very lucky. She has gone beyond the call of duty many times - partly because we three guys can be idiots but mostly because she chooses to do so.

Love...Jeff, Jason & Dad.

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Friday, August 3, 2012

TGIF! presents...Johnny Cash's "The Caretaker"!

For Bryan, Bernie & myself.

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