First page of the restaurant archive.

barbecue chicken.

Posted by jessica on Feb 5, 2012 with 13 Comments
in Funny Stuff, Performance
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“It’s okay for you to move on…” my manager tells me the other day over breakfast. “And go on a date.”

The music stuff. That’s official. The advice on my love-life? Well, that’s a bonus.

And he’s not the only wonderful guy handing out advice to me lately.

“Are you working on any new songs, Jess?” my pop asks, nonchalantly.

“Yep.”

“Are they sad songs about heartache?” he says, still playing at nonchalance.

“Uh…I guess…kinda…”

“Well, you better find another guy to break your heart soon…I mean, that gives you quite a lot of material,” he says, laughing now. And I am, too, cause we joke about everything in my family. You have to. Otherwise you’d be crying too much, I think.

But I wouldn’t mind a guy who doesn’t break my heart, if it’s all the same to you. 

I visited Rosa’s today with some friends. Rosa’s is a wonderful little Italian restaurant around the corner from my parents’ house. It has the best barbecue chicken pizza I’ve ever had. I am a little obsessed with it. Seriously. My friend Christian gets a little frustrated with me about it, because, I have literally arrived back from Japan and he’s all, “Let’s get lunch! On me! I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go–ANYWHERE.”

I’m all, “Great. Rosa’s, then,” without missing a beat.

And he sighs. Because I think he is expecting me to say something a little fancier or a little less around the corner from where he works. every. day (of the week), or a little–well, not Rosa’s.

But, anyway, I have gained a reputation there for my taste in their pizza. So much so, that they haven’t bothered learning my name. No need, because they have their own for me. Something I realized when I was singing at a bar and the guys from Rosa’s happened to be there, too. They were like, “Barbecue Chicken? We had no idea you could sing like that!”

I was all, Barbecue Chicken? I had no idea you called me that! 

Anyway, today I get a facebook message from Andre, who works at Rosa’s. It says: ‘Barbecue Chicken! Someone posted a video on my wall last week of a girl playing and rapping and singing on the subway–I thought it was great, but only just realized it was you, after you came into the shop today! Way to go, Barbecue Chicken!’

Oh man.

Barbecue Chicken.

I’m kind of honored.

And it could be worse.

My favorite pizza could be extra cheese.

rainbows: a universal language.

Posted by jessica on Aug 20, 2011 with 9 Comments
in I Lift My Eyes Up, there are pictures here
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I saw this today, while I was eating dinner with my parents. “Quick, Jess! Go take a picture–for your blog!” my pop commanded me.

And so I did just that.

But, that rainbow.

What a reminder that the world cannot be all that bad when there are rainbows hung in the sky like that. And it was amazing; the restaurant basically stopped so we could all press our faces against the glass or jump outside in the rain and snap a photo. I love when something speaks a universal language. When it stops all of us in our tracks, no matter where those tracks lead, were someone to follow them to wherever it is we each come from; whatever it is we call home.

I love that no matter where you are or what language you speak or who it is that makes your heart beat that much faster when you hear their voice, a glittering rainbow above us evokes an ahhhhhhhhhh.

And that ahhhhhhhhh is universal.

Like laughter.

And tears.

And dance.

And hand holding.

And a kiss.

All of it reminds us that we’re more alike than not, I think.

That we’re all created by someone whose love was the motivation for the rainbow in the first place.

And love is for darn sure a universal language.

trying.

Posted by jessica on Sep 10, 2010 with 22 Comments
in Thoughts and Feelings
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I had to go back to the house today. I knocked on the door, because even though it’s my house, it’s not my house. Not anymore. And it’s strange, because it still looks the same. Except for a few blank spots on the walls, I mean. And now there’s that hole in the wall, punched [...]

“if I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” -emma goldman

Posted by jessica on Aug 31, 2010 with 16 Comments
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I know this might come as a big shock to some of you, but I really love to dance. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve embarrassed my sister by dancing in random places. Like grocery stores. I mean, that floor is just so perfect for turning, how can you not dance on a [...]

chicken!

Posted by jessica on Jul 27, 2010 with 20 Comments
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones
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Today I saw a man. And this, by itself, is not at all noteworthy. But when you combine it with the fact that he was wearing something on his head that made him look like a chicken and he was playing an accordion, well now you can see why I’d want to write this down. [...]