G-Mail,

Hey, anybody who still hasn't got a gmail account that wants one let me know - apparently I've got 6 gmail invites to pass out, so send an email to chromeeyes@gmail.com and I'll send an invite.

Lates,
Erasmsus

AR.


So my morning thoughts are as follows:

1) Is a keg stand also wheezing the juice?
2) I think assroll is a way better word for tp.


Additionally, I hit this Irish pub called the dubliner last night and had three pints of Guiness with my roomate and his gal. Mtt and I played some darts against these chicagoians in town to see the game. Whupped them soundly the first game, but the second game was tight (forgive me I don't usually play the part of the sports hero, so let me revel in my small feat and yeah.) and my last dart in a round in which both teams had opportunity to take the game was a doozy. Score: 54-45 the cleveland avenue X2obcessed up against the chicago omnivor lovers, Erasmus has two darts thrown skirting the fring of the bulls-eye, one bulls-eye left to finish it. I stepped outside to the next line over and whizzed it in sidelong to seal the game. Nothing like calling a shot and then making it to put a cap on a night; next I'll just have to try out that same brand of baud with that brunette talking to her friends at the end of the bar, but alas.

Speaking of little helpless babies (as the ebot was) I saw a 5 gallon bucket with a warning lable the other day with a picture of a toddler head-over-teakettles exclaiming, "Avisio" drowning hazard for small children. Shit, if my kid was dumb enough to drown in a five gallon pail, said child doesn't deserve to swim in the gene pool anymore. But seriously, enough of the warning lables...............I should have one too - any ideas?


Out,
Chromeeyes

Yo,

So, this morning I picked up - upon the recommendation of two reliable sources both the new dillinger escape plan and the detatchment kit's disk (my head still hurts again). Also, I got the ben harper collaboration with the blind boys of alabama - I highly recommend it if you're into that kind of thing - gospel psychodelic rock fusion that is. Anyway, I'm doing some coffee shop chillin' (and they asked me if I wanted three shots or four in my large latte, seriously what kind of 10am saturday morning question is that - but I'll let it slide today) and then I'm working this afternoon into the night, but a saturday morning off feels refreshing like november skinny dipping.

Out,
Erasmus

post script: Yo musebomb, I haven't yet dug into that escape plan stuff, but it's qued up next - I'll let you know my thoughts upon completion. Rad.

Today

Today, I woke up at like 6 laid in bed for an hour contemplating my day and then got up drank coffee and showered. That's the way the good ones start. I'm all for it. Unamused by the TV I read the city pages, taken in an uncracked (knowledge gleaned by way of the flyer that fell out of the paper) by my roommate, with my coffee. Got to work, helped a co-worker out with some stuff and here I am. And that's ok by me. I'm going to cook tonight and that should be fine. We'll see how the weekend works out, but I'm aiming to hit the town some night, plus I've got sunday off so, It'll likely be saturday night. Anyway, Y'alls have a cool, crisp weekend and I'll try and get in touch as best I can.

Out,
Erasmus

I hate the online quizes, so I like this one

- brought to my attention by vicious lamb. I've got more to say, but I might not right now. Anyway, just chillin' today, got a big one tomorrow (y'all know the drill prayers and such). Also, I think I'm starting to go invisible - got cut off twice on the way to work today - I'd like to drive without getting cut off sometime soon, but unfortunately I'm not sure that's going to happen.

etched in the glass of a broken wine bottle,
Erasmus

Calling the clan,


Old 97's playing here

22 Fri Minneapolis, MN @ First Avenue w/ Sarah Lee and Johnny
23 Sat Madison, WI @ Barrymore Theatre w/ Sarah Lee and Johnny
24 Sun Milwaukee, WI @ The Rave NEW! w/ Sarah Lee and Johnny

I say we follow them like those f-ing hippies follow the dead, but maybe without all the psychotropics and such.

Who's in? I've got digs here in the TCs all are welcome to crash, plus I'll cook for anybody who's in...or something

plus, rah, I totally forgot the date the pixies are playing, if you read this give me a call whenever, otherwise I'll give you a call whenever.

Lates,
Erasmus

....it seems so out of context, in this gaudy apartment complex.....
& also introducing....


OK, so I ran across a couple of new blogs this week, friends of mine who I haven't run into for a while, hence not connecting with their journals.

First there's musebomb who with the writer of "this is not a fugazi tee-shirt" are responsible dualy for my appreciation of secular independent musicians and lables....music that does not necessarily reflect either my social or moral values.

Second there's Lucy Electric - a friend who I hung with back a couple of years ago when I was really wandering who was wandering a little - I'm real excited to see if she's as grounded as I may or may not be right now.......so keep an eye there too.

For those of you not familiar with the lyrics by the postal service in the subject line it means that I'm sans gf now and again...keep me in your prayers and such.


So that's about all for now, until the next (I hope not monthly) installment.



post script: I'm heading to the Turf tonight to check out some local alt-country stuff - show's at 10 - y'alls invited.

I was born in the back of a mustang............I guess you could call it superpowers


Right, so I picked up the new old 97's disk and change by the dismemeberment plan this weekend. Real happy with both.

Last week was a long one worked in excess of 80 hours between my two jobs and had to deal with probably the most rude person I've ever met. This week is all about taking it easier. That said I'm likely going to have a second interview with a prospective employer this week and I'm looking forward to a new source of primary employment, even if I don't get this one, I'm optomistic that I'll be able, now with a year of sales experience, be able to find a position that'll fit my needs. It kind of feels like I'm starting over again, but in a good, back to school way, not in a fuel-air bomb exploded over my house yesterday way.

out,
Erasmus

Lately I've been seeing some good stuff on metafilter here's a couple of links that I found real amusing today: first there's this no circles game, the point of which is to figure out how to play it and second is this dancing eyball/plant thing.

Out,
Erasmus

post script: I saw Jack Edwards, the son of John, held upside down on the tv today - surely an election clinching moment. That and those Kerry sisters (anybody see the Canes festival pic) being all cute with their bros the heinz boys.

Bought some disk, saw some explosions

Ya, so this weekend I bought the new wilco cd. The wilco cd's tough for me to get a grasp of, but it's one of those peices that I'm not fond of now, but likely will be fond of in a month after I've let it soak for a bit. Right, so I went back home to the county with more cows than people and as many stoplights as county seats with my girl and watched the fireworks there - they didn't disappoint - 15 blissful minutes and maybe thrice as many fire works shot into the dark dark sky, good times all around, much deck sitting and sun soaking, pleasent, relaxing. Anyway, here back in the cities after all that is just fine with me as well.

Yo,

I'm not really much for the online quiz thing, but I found this one on metafilter and I like it.

A couple of years ago I read the first in the harry potter series and thought that it was unpalletable, but in the last couple weeks following the release of the latest movie I've read the books that follow "The Prisoner of Askaban" in the series and I honestly enjoyed them. Anyway, right now I'm reading two books, well three really: "The Bone People" by Keri Hulme which was a gift from my youngest sister about 11 months ago (my last b-day), "Memoir from Antproof Case" by Mark Helprin , and "East of Eden" by my beloved John Stienbeck. Anyway, I'm a real fan of Steinbeck's short works - Tortilla Flat and Cannery Row in particular, but after starting EOE I had a breakthough; I've found the key fault in Steinbeck's writing and it's....well deplorable - there's no wizard, witches or any real majic in them at all. Seriously, how can you really write a book or read on for that matter without the necessary presence of a wizard, a good wizard battle or anything of the like. I'm quite dissappointed in this bloke Stienbeck and would contend that he's not a real author at all, just some kind of possuer who pretended to write and was lauded by fradulent critics who through arcaic devices somehow saw past the essential wizards.

Aaaugh!
Erasmus

For a good time check this out; if only for the concluding paragraph:


"The good news is: Liberals' anti-war hysteria seems to have run its course. I base this conclusion on Al Gore (news - web sites)'s lunatic anti-war speech last week. Gore always comes out swinging just as an issue is about to go south. He's the stereotypical white guy always clapping on the wrong beat. Gore switched from being a pro-defense Democrat to a lefty peacenik -- just before the 9/11 attack. He grew a beard -- just in time for an attack on the nation by fundamentalist Muslims. He endorsed Howard Dean (news - web sites) -- just as the orange-capped Deaniacs were punching themselves out. Gore even went out and got really fat -- just before America officially gave up carbs. This guy is always leaping into the mosh pit at the precise moment the crowd parts. Mark my words: Now that good old Al has come lunging in, the anti-war movement is dead. "

Yee Ha!

Reminder


Hey, don't be afraid to check chromewords . I'm making a concerted effort to try to get two new posts per day up there to force my creativity into renewal. Maybe it's just all shit, but I'll let you throw it at me next time we come face to face.


Later,
Chromeeyes

ps On Chromewords I'm limiting my links to other fiction, but if you've got a suggestion let me know.

Two questions: What was missing, missed.


It's a strange sensation, missing something so terribly that nothing seems right. For me the sensation is made more unnerving because of the oscillation that it induces emotionally. A division between holding the light from one star in your hand, a single strand precisely focused from the span of millions; the incredible invigoration and the acute anguish lined with relief of knowing that when you let go that it must not be yours. Angish and relief in the knowledge that that single strand cannot be held in focus for any longer with at its present clarity and that if again you are able to elucidate its true brillance, a new perspective must be established first.


-Erasmus

Looking Backwards (but not by edward bellamy)

I was looking over this thing today and it looks like I took a solid month break in writing this thing. That's good and bad, but I like this outlet and will likely keep it up for some time to come, you know for the sake of the children and all. But, really, I've got to figure out how to motivate myself this way for the rest of my life - some days last forever, some days are timeless, and some days I've got time and time again to do everything that I set out to.

Distasteful


I usually don't get a kick out of those folks who think ripping christians for their prudishness and other beliefs is cool, in fact I think it's probably one of my biggest gripes with the left, but anyway this I really got a kick out of.

Later,
Erasmus

I went out last night to this little basement joint call the artists quarter. Not a bad ride really, did ok considering. Regardless it was quite right to see some crusters rocking out hard to the music that they're passionate about - I respect that. Anyway..............

Out,
Erasmus

Songs that come to mind today:

In Amsterdam - Guster
Burning Photographs - Ryan Adams

-Chromeeyes

Lately I've been taking back routes to get where I'm going. There's something in the redundency of taking the same route to the same place time and time again that irks me. It's enough to break the bordom of travel for me to take a 5 minute detour on my 15 minute drive to work daily. I like to make new connections, connect the city through ways and roads that, while backwards do go places and someday if I need to find one of those places I'll be going by familiar territory in the stead of traveling blindly into an unknown sector. Furthermore, I like to fill in the holes of my understanding of what's around me; the scope of the scape is best understood thuroughly.