#jay fox

[dimensionhoppingfox]

Headcanon for Jay #4

While Jay is a natural flirt, she is afraid to be in a relationship, especially if it leads to marriage. Because of the randomness of when she falls and when she gets back, she doesn't want to burden her partner to someone who may not even show up to their wedding day. She rather love at a distance and see them happy than miserable with worry with her.

[dimensionhoppingfox]

Headcanon for Jay #3

Jay has visited many worlds but most of them were really short visits and involved getting chased by monsters. There were several times that she nearly met her fate but escaped with her life via last minute portal, or by pure chance. She did stay in a few worlds for more than three days. Her longest visit was about a year.

[dimensionhoppingfox]

Headcanon for Jay #2

Jay is from the DC universe(or Batman’s universe to be more specific). She doe not live in Gotham specifically, but in the Los Angeles area. Her parents were invited to a party at Wayne Enterprises and became investors to the company. She did get to meet Bruce once as a child before his parents died. This was before she found out she was a girl and does not remember the encounter well, but she does know who he is.

She does not know he is Batman.

[dimensionhoppingfox]

Headcanon for Jay #1

Sometimes when Jay falls into a portal, she doesn't even go anywhere. She just ends up being stuck in a loop until she's either home or in another universe.

[thepoolscene]

The Pool Scene - Adam Monture, Al Logan, Barry Watson, Jay Fox, Ray Jansen, Rob Hall, Sheraz Hussain, Will Hamilton - Amateur Pool, Snooker

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Rob Hall: Shooters’ Amateur Snooker Champ

During the March 5th weekend, with many pool events going on throughout the GTA, Shooters welcomed 77 players competing in two exciting tournaments. This past weekend Shooters hosted its Amateur 6-Reds Snooker Tournament and its special ‘3-6’ 9-Ball Tournament for a combined prize pool of just under $7,000 for both tournaments.

Shooters’ Amateur 6-Reds Snooker Tournament invited amateur players to compete in this $100 entry, double elimination, best-of-5 tournament format. 21 players registered to compete on the newly clothed snooker tables for their share of a $2,100 prize pool and $500 Calcutta. All the entry fees went right into the prize pool, with no Green Fees imposed by Shooters Snooker Club. There was a bit of buzz about who the Shooters’ Amateur Snooker Champion would be.

As one would imagine in this best-of-5 format, many matches were decided by the 5th and final game. After a few rounds, Rob Hall and Ray Jansen were the only undefeated players remaining on the A-Side. On the B-Side, Adam Monture and Al Logan had a different path to getting far in the tournament. After both Adam and Al lost their first matches, they won the next four consecutive matches, to end up in the B-Side semi-finals.

Rob H was victorious over Ray J in the hot-seat match, winning 3-0 and sending Ray to the B-Side finals. Meanwhile on the B-Side, someone’s four match win-streak would come to an end. Al defeated Adam in a nail-biting 3-2 match, eliminating him in 4th place. Al’s next task was to beat Ray J, who had just been knocked to the B-Side by Rob H. Unfortunately for Al, his win-streak would end at five matches as Ray defeated him 3-2.

The finals would be a rematch of the hot-seat match between Rob Hall and Ray Jensen. In this true double elimination format, Ray would have to beat Rob twice to claim the Amateur 6-Reds Snooker title. Ray won the first match in the final game, winning 3-2 and was one step away from taking down the tournament. In the final match of the tournament, Rob and Ray exchanged games until it was 2-2. The final game would decide the entire tournament. Rob Hall went on to deny Ray Jansen the revenge he was seeking, winning the final game, and the tournament.

Congratulations Rob Hall, Shooters’ Amateur 6-Reds Snooker Champion. Shooters would like to thank the players and spectators for their continued support, and Shooters looks forwards to many more exciting events in the near future.

Shooters would like to remind everyone of its upcoming tournaments: March 12: Shooters’ 404 9-Ball Tour, Event #7 March 13: ‘3-5’ 8-Ball Tournament, Race to Handicap + 1

Please check the Shooters Snookerclub Facebook page and www.thepoolscene.com for dates and details for all upcoming tournaments. Please register early (especially for one-day events) to ensure a spot in upcoming tournaments. To register, please contact Peter Chin at [phone].

Event: Shooters 6-Reds Amateur Snooker Tournament Date: March 5, 2016 Field: 21 Prize Pool: $2,100 (No Green Fees) Calcutta: $500 1st – Rob Hall – $800 2nd – Ray Jansen – $500 3rd – Al Logan – $300 4th – Adam Monture – $200 5th – Will Hamilton – $100 6th – Jay Fox – $100 7th – Barry Watson – $50 8th – Sheraz Hussain – $50 **Calcutta Not Included**

[stuxned]

The Walls by Jay Fox

One thing you can say for Jay Fox and his novel The Walls: they have good self-esteem.  His blurb reads: Not since the debut of Hunter S. Thompson or Thomas Pynchon has there been a book to emerge that speaks so clearly to a generation. Jay Fox’s debut novel, THE WALLS, is arguably the first iconic book from the Millennials.

By this reader’s judgement, Jay Fox is not the voice of his generation.  If he is, then I feel sorrier for the Millennials than I already did.

Not only does Mr. Fox’s ambition exceed his talent, it exceeds his ability to conceptualize the task he is attempting.  Again and again while reading I got the sense that the author had no idea of what a novel is supposed to do.  In place of effective and efficient storytelling, The Walls clings to two maxims: be very, very long and use a lot of big words.

On both these accounts the author succeeds completely.  Unfortunately, they are terrible goals.

Still, she’s pleasant; there is a hue of sincerity in her tone that portends either gullibility or the acceptance of that suburban propriety with all its underhanded comments and supercilious punctilios.

This is literally a sentence in Jay Fox’s The Walls.

By my calculations the novel is just a hair shorter than Gravity’s Rainbow.  Gravity’s Rainbow features hundreds of characters and skips from era to era, continent to continent.  The Walls takes place over a month in New York City and has probably twenty characters.  However, the novel has to be very, very long and so the author shoehorns all sorts of disjointed and fundamentally uninteresting rants into the text.  The reader drowns in filler, which is okay because at least Mr. Fox got to write a very, very long novel.  Speaking in general terms of his very important generation:

It’s more than that familiar sense of indestructibility that has corrupted the judgment of ephebi since before Jason assembled the Argonauts; it’s the belief that our own opinions of those with whom we agree are sacrosanct, impervious.  We are the progeny of a perverse philosophy of self-affirmation without self-reflection: Cogito, ergo sum rectus.  The Colbert Nation.  Homo Certo.  But these are the early stages.  Moving beyond the opinions we espouse, what could called our personal tenets, we come upon the daunting intellectual landscape of the information age, a space in which there is no proof of a greater veracity in any one institution.

  And so forth.  Not only does the narrator talk this way, but so do most of the characters.  Again and again it feels as if we’ve been buttonholed by some guy at a party reciting, for no clear reason, a series of half-remembered Wikipedia articles to us.  But the pages do fill up, so fuck the reader, I guess.

The story’s plot seems very much lifted from The Crying of Lot 49, though I suppose subtly enough that it can be considered homage.  The narrator is trying to track down an artist who creates his works in bathrooms of bars, the very place where Oedipa Maas first happens upon the Trystero horn symbol.  On his trek he meets up with many strange characters and organisations, including A.R.E., a catchy acronym which naturally brings to mind Lot 49’s W.A.S.T.E.  The search for a reclusive artist of which very little is known seems to borrow from the facts of Pynchon’s own biography.

The novel lacks for a real subject, or at least a subject that would support such a lengthy undertaking.  There are two topics the novel repeatedly addresses: the beauty and geography of the city where it is set, and the difficulty recent college graduates sometimes find in deciding what to do with the rest of their lives.  I can’t imagine anyone being seriously interested in the latter topic, but Fox address the former sometimes quite elegantly, on the rare occasions he isn’t fluffing himself up with self-importance:

I begin to backtrack with the hope of finding a street with more storefronts, and end up heading west until I come to the southern border of Greenwood Cemetery, its sprawling acres verdant and lush and manicured and fragrant with the scent of damp leaves and mowed grass.  I soon realize that the street is something of an extension of the cemetery, so I once again change course, and end up on 39th.  Initially, it contains nothing more than the jumbled mixture of row homes and those tenement buildings -- miasma of twisted metal (foreground); beer-bottle-brown brick (background) -- that are so ubiquitous in nearly every part of Brooklyn; soon it becomes a shallow canyon cutting through a low-density industrial zone profuse with loading areas (some gaping like toothless mouths, some closed behind walls of retractable steel), diesel-spewing trucks, and tan men on forklifts.  I turn down 14th Avenue when the opportunity arises.  This leads me into a community in which I am subjected to a silent curiosity too profane to admit steady eye contact.  I am less than an enigma here, more like an apparition just tangible enough to warrant chameleon tongues and quickened steps.  The women feign interest in their children: tiny creatures -- pudgy to the point of amorphous -- with faces both frail and innocent like good men in love.

No great shakes, but evocative of wandering about in unfamiliar urban territory.  The author shows and doesn't tell!  He can do it!

The Walls needs to be cut drastically.  At one-third its current length and with considerable rewriting I'd imagine it could hum along quite nicely.  Self-publishers now have the luxury of correcting and refining their texts with ease from anywhere.  Hopefully they will do as Walt Whitman did, continuing to edit all their works until the day when they finally keel over.  

[printsquad-blog]

Here is the work of Jay Fox, and MFA student at the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee.

 It's quite interesting when it comes to interdisciplinary work. He creates these small stone (from his home) and wood sculptures and then creates corresponding prints that are on shelves on the walls. Which from what I heard from a gentlemen that was in the space with  Eliana and myself are free to take.

- Clarissa

[alvinsalazar-blog]

This documentary short won 2nd place at the Sineng Pambansa Iloilo International Film Festival sponsored by FDCP. Jayfox Monterono is no ordinary 12 year old kid. The moment he steps into the skate rink, he skates like he OWNS the park and with no helmet to boot. But outside the park, the harsh reality awaits him. He only finished grade 1 and does odd jobs at night to help sustain his family. He has a dream that one day, he'll have his own house and work as a nurse. My thoughts to this kid : such a talented young kid, at a very young age, try to pursue your dreams, so you can achieve what must you've dream of. Continue your studies, ang galing mo Keep it up! To those who are interested to help jayfox you can ask : http://www.facebook.com/ISF4LIFE Credits to : Polarized media, and to ilonggo band Burgundy for their original music "Takaw Tingin"