And Did You Know Desire's A Terrible Thing?

In keeping with one of my main New Year's Resolutions, here is a little bit of info I managed to scour or score (whichever you prefer) as it pertains to me and my understanding or lack thereof:

quinine: flavor component (bitter) of tonic water (as in Gin & Tonic), purportedly invented by the British colonials in India when they mixed gin with the bitter and much heavier dose of quinine tonic which was used as anti-malarial medication...also used as a muscle relaxer.

leg cramps: insufficient...oxygen (which oxidizes lactic acid), or water, or minerals (magnesium, calcium, potassium, sodium), or Gin & Tonics perhaps?

invert sugar: when an acid or an enzyme like Invertase (the kind bees use to convert nectar to honey) or apparently water....splits a sucrose molecule into fructose and glucose creating a sweeter-than-normal sugar syrup typically found in honey and jams (by nature), fondant, pastry goods, etc.

love: according to www.dictionary.com definition no. 13 : Chiefly Tennis. a score of zero; nothing.

also, some videos i like:


Half-handed Cloud / Tongues that Possess the Earth Instead


My Brightest Diamond / Dragonfly


Cradle of Filth / Nymphetamine

also, some two-word combinations i like:

restroom abuse
new pube
black nerd
soft opening

8 Something

I think Javier gave me this Disney shirt about 5 or 6 years ago. The funny thing is I used to have the same exact shirt when I was about 5 or 6 years old. I've been conceptualizing a particular spoof on it for about 4 years now. For some reason I was inspired to work on it last night so I stayed up until 8 am working on the design...took a 3 hour nap...and then got to the actual printing with Azuree during the 7 hour work day. Only 2 numbers left....oh 1 more.


Thanks Javi.


Thanks brain and hands.

Hey Revolver! Don't Mothers Make Good Fathers?

just driving


gauges


pretty much


ummm...this is my little brother.


so is this.


and this.


and this.


yep.


yipe!


like i said...my little brother.

After All This Time

I left the rotten nest of boca in 1997. I was 17 and my sister Wreni was 9. Now I'm back for the little birdy's 18 birthday. We no longer peep about marshmallows and other fluff. We're on to bigger stones now, digesting real grit in the pits of our bellies. I've waited for these days to fly for so long.

So I'm rolling down Palmetto with La Rocha trying to conjure up some sort of emotion for this place. Nothing comes to mind. I heard Cheap Trick at the dollar store and Modern English during a Ritz cracker commercial (nearly as unfitting as the Explosions in the Sky/Cadillac debacle but good to hear nonetheless). I used my mysterious knack of detecting good books amongst a roomful of rubbish at a thrift store to find:



Some other geniuses made an uncanny decision to start canning the sweet milky nectars of young coconuts. I sorta feel like a sicko whenever i say young coconut juice but i've been bruising these mothers all the same.

I Don't Think I'll Find The Love I Want, The Love I'm Searching For, In This Machine

Sometimes you gorge yourself on chocolate fondue and wonder how anything else could possibly fullfill your body's nutritional demands. Sometimes you lurk on the internet and ground yourself in romantic fantastical escapades that keep you from surrendering too soon.

repeat errors
error
terror
and repeat.

If I Could Turn Back Time, If I Could Find A Way

5 days into my fast and i'm laying on the kitchen floor, dripping wet, with nothing but a towel around my waist. Sometimes before you faint you yell things like "NO, NO" and "OH SHIT!" followed by a few claps so your (mine in this case) brain will know that you don't like what's happening. Fortunately, I share a house with this beautiful man:



Lest I not forget, the other night Jess Jancy and I experienced another beautiful man (who is currently bracing for the bomb):


I want you to be doing something with me

Darling, There's A Thick Fog Up Ahead

Seriously, tell me how delicious a 6-foot hoagie sandwich (spoken in the voice of Paul Giamatti playing the character Veal Chop in the sleeper movie Safe Men directed by John Hamburg) would be right about now! For those of you who aren't eating....keep in mind how wonderful it truly is (or how truly wonderful it is) to: Savor the Flavor. Damn ain't it great that I articulate, isn't it grand that you can understand (taken from the song "I can talk" by Wilbur the pig during the 1973 animated classic Charlotte's Web). For those of you who are eating.............fuck you (to be read in a an extremely ironically subtly tone, say for instance, like the way Michael Showalter does in the Stella comedy short entitled "Bored"...which duly notably features himself as well as the actor Sam Rockwell from the sleeper movie Safe Men directed by John Hamburg).

I forgot to mention something from last week's bible study that came up for a brief moment again this week. Something about God interjecting a very small thing and it growing slowly over time. Something like a little mustard seed. Something like a little leaven in the dough. Something like a little PDA at bible study is absolutely disgusting. I used to go to this home church for years and I was always wondering why the married couples never showed any form of physical affection. I mean getting sexy at bible study isn't very cool...but a little tender touch never steered a brother wrong, you know? Well trust me...i've seen the light...keep that shit in the dark homies.

Another gem I remembered from bible study tonight....Richard Foster.
This quaker genius wrote: Celebration of Discipline (a book about Spiritual Disciplines....that I NEED to read), Freedom of Simplicity (a book about living more simply...ie less belongings and such...that I NEED to re-read).
I also absolutely recommend The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claibourne (a book about the love of Jesus being lived out by this ridiculous redneck radical ragamuffin ...alliteration anyone?....that I can't say enough good things about).

And finally, tonight I recalled just how wonderful it is to drive home with one of your best friends listening to one of your favorite bands (The Clientele) where you barely need to say two words to know that there is so much goodness being felt by two people at the same time. These feelings were almost completely eradicated when, some time later and alone, a live frog landed on the hood of my car at a stop sign (not entirely unlike a scene from PT Anderson's Magnolia starring John C. Riley, William H. Macey, and Phillip S. Hoffman).

I've got so much longing in my heart,

Ephraim G. Pancakes

FREEDOM!

been living. been thinking. been freed up. keep it coming baby!