when i was little i used to want to fall off my bike and break my nose so that i'd have to get reconstructive surgery and just get a nose job, since i hate my nose and all.

brian and i were joking once and he said that if we ever broke up he'd kick me in the face. that way we can avoid the whole long drawn out conversation and the back and forth and the "it's not you, it's me" and all the other blah blah blah. and then maybe my nose would break and i could get that rhinoplasty i always wanted, and it'd be like his little breakup gift for me.


he really should have just gone with the kick in the face. it probably would have hurt a lot less.

My days are so utterly packed that I don't even remember what the fuck "free time" is anymore. It's a good thing, however, because if I could recall my days of sitting in the sun, reading a non-school-related book, drinking an icey Diet Coke with my headphones on, I'd probably snap and freak out and try to break Zac's leg again.

It's a good thing.

Between school, my senior project, graduation prep, my job at the paper and my new job doing graphic design for the radio station, there's really very little 'Eric' time. Just so you know, "Eric time" mostly consists of stalking old highschool flames on myspace and secretly enjoying the fact that they've all somehow managed to devolve into whitetrash. tee-hee.

Coachella this week. It sure did sneak up on me. I'm glad I bought my ticket months ago, because, as it stands, I totally don't have the time to do it, but since I have a super-expensive ticket just chillin', I have to. I love painting myself into a corner. I'm so fucking predictable.

I'm actually looking forward to the drive the most. 17 hours with Ms. Kim, Zac-attac and Sledg. Should be a fun, smelly ride. You fuckholes had better shower -- if I have to have a nosefull of Zac's manly musk the whole way down there, I'm liable to break his leg. I'd be within my legal boundries, too. I checked up on it.

Things between Ms. Kim and I are fucking superb. Picking up where we left off, it's like we never stopped. I could go on for pages and pages, but I'll spare you the detail. Suffice it to say, I'm so fucking smitten.

More later, when I get a chance. I love you all.

wednesday was senior presentations day. sweet jesus, am i glad that's over. after explicitly asking that people not attend my presentation, i arrived at the room only to find it full. so not cool. and not just my friend, either. very few of them, actually. more faculty and staff than i wanted, including administrators from the humanities department, and almost the entire spanish dept. and they all wanted to ask questions, some of which i definitely didn't know the answers to. lucky for me, i know how to BS.

(on a sidenote, my second reader told me, after going through the first draft of my thesis, that reading it "made him mad" and he was "insulted" by it, but not because the topic is controversial, but because he feels i've done little to no research, created a lot of colorful description, and buried the lack of analytical framework in it in hopes that no one will notice. in short, he's telling me i've prodcued 40 pages of fluff?? i'm good, but i don't think i'm that good....)

anyway, back to wednesday... our advisor took some of us out to dinner in portland and then we decided it was an appropriate night to drink and get ridiculous in the grove, something which i've successfully avoided doing all year. alas, there was no happy drunk night in store for me, as some people feel that it is appropriate to have serious and potentially hurtful conversations in the middle of a crowded bar before i've even had a chance to start getting drunk... it killed any buzz i was to have for the rest of the night, so i decided i might as well maintain my sobriety (mostly) to avoid a drunken emotional confrontation. how very mature of me.

so now i am sitting in the san fran airport, waiting to catch my flight down to so.cal. what am i doing down there? you may ask.... well, i decided that since is spent my senior year spring break in the library, i deserve a break after the completion of my presentation, so i'm headed down to san diego to visit my friend anya for the weekend, drink tea, and relax. hopefully relax in the sun, although i'm pretty sure it's gonna rain down there this weekend. i'm bringing some portland with me, i suppose....

so from now until monday evening, i am officially shutting down my academic portion of my brain and just relaxing.

have a fabulous weekend everyone. i am now at one month until graduation. hoo-ray.


always.....

I haven't posted for a while. And in lieu of anything important to say, I'm going to bitch about my classload this term.

Currently, I am simultaneously designing an identity system and advertising campaign for a Portland-based environmental advocacy group, a poster-series, mailer and the installation for the OSU graphic design graduating senior showcase, as well as re-designing the OSU Alumni magazine, circulation 130,000. Jesus Christ.

Since I have a second to breathe, I figured I'd share with you one of my projects from last term. I had to pick an album to re-design the packaging for, and since it was what I was listening to at the time, I decided to re-design Minus the Bear's "Highly Refined Pirates." I can't really say why, but here it is:

 

Also, since Eric brought up the topic of Rube Goldberg machines, which I've always been a fan of, I thought I'd share this amazing video with you. Apparently it took over 600 takes to get this right:

http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/honda-ad.html

Anyway, that's it for now. Word to your moms, I've come to drop bombs, I've got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms.

holy shit a lot has happened. first of all last night i had a some dreams that made me want to post. i remember seeing jon d while walking he picked me up with his parents. and brought me to a smalll party. when i went inside i was nervious so i left saying i would return. smoked a few cigerates with my old friend leo, but did not go back inside. then i was at old henerys laundry mat. i was there for a long time. when my close where done i tried to use the internet, that was in the laundry mat. but it was expensive and i got mad a henery, or i men jim the owner. i then realized thta ait was very late the party was probably over and everyone was very drunk by now. i was very mad. then i woke up and deciced to start my day.

i ama still in mexico. after my last post i went home and these two dudes christian and jorge, then quickly wanted to be my friend, and alater a dude named tom who was 60 and had only one arm because he lost it in vietnam. we went out that night and i tried to hook them up with american wemen. the four of us became a afamily very quickly and eventually christian asked me to come to his house and stay with his parents and with jorge´s too. after hard thinking i decided that the only reason not to go was because it would be a challenge. so i said fuck it and went, missing my flight back to the US.

at thier houses thier families fed me soooo well that i was always very stuffed. they were fairly well off mexicans, with cars and stuff. i spent two days with christian but didnt get very close to his parents langague barrior i think. his parents i felt the need to have more respect around too. but they really liked me and were good people. his mom lupita told me that her house was my house. and his father never greeted me without a smile on his face that came from his large heart.

the next two or three days i spent with jorge´s family. they were more easy for me to get to know. i love them so much. they gave me so much love. i feel like i am a part of that family. his mom, his dad, his sister carlata. she returned home from a trip one night as i was talking to his mom in the kitchen ready to go to bed. she walked into the house at 10 oclock at night and there was some white dude in here kitchen,..... and we sat down ann his father and jorge came down and there was a family reunioun. i definatly have a large crush on carlata but she is 28 and has a boyfriend. it was so easy to find love in this family.

at night me and jorge and christian drove around found one or two of thir friends and maybe a girl for me to hook up with, and had a party, usually in front of someones house because eveyone lived with their parents. i never got laid, though i could have. but one night i did meet a girl i really liked her name was guatalupe, or lupita. we made out a lot, and i could feel my spirit being so big around here. when ever i would try to touch her a little too far she would say no. maybe she wanted me too look her in the eyes when i did it and ask yes. i think this is the case. or maybe she just wanted things to go slow. no, that wasnt it. at around four or five we drove here home and she fell asleep on my lap. ohh, mi amor guatalupe.

on the last night we went into the city to a club, mexico city, all of the night they tried to get me laid, but this night my spirit was small, and i was not horny. we left being the last few in the bar, probably at 330. and stopped at a restruant in thier city for some tortas, i was way too drunk and threw up as soon as the car stopped. in the restruant. jorge and alvoro, christians brother, they cried for me, cried that i would leave tomorrow. i dont even know what to say. except that i love them, my hermonos, my brothers soo much. on the bus to where i am now i read from my book the alcamist. about the soul of the world, about god and following your heart. and i cried too, many times because i was soo happy.

today i will book my flight home, because it is time to go home, and because i promised christian that i would. i expect to be home in two weeks. i want to see my friends. and i want to make new friends. i want to find mexico in my home town. and i want to hold mexico in my heart and share it. i miss tallon and i miss ian. i miss jon davis. i miss all of my friends soo much. we need to drink. we need to saulude. i cannot let myself fade away again. playing warcraft. or being afriad to give a friend a telephone call. because this is not live. you people are live. ahorita es la vida. i await my return.
adios.

Hyper-Realistic Sculptures

The wikipedia entry for the artist, RON MUECK

This is not one of them:

i just made a long post but i think it got deleted by this computer. oh well . i am in san meguil ayende. have only a few days left so i think i am going to let things wind donw a bit.

Watch this video. Ignore the intro (skip to 1:30) and the silly 'dancing' scene. Amazing.

So about a week and a half untill I skip out on Portland. Im going to miss this town. I had a lot of fun here and with very few friends! Im going to drag myself back to the valley for a couple months and then Im going to move to a different valley - LOS ANGELES. Yes I have gone crazy.

So if anybody who is reading this 1) Lives around portland, and 2) Wants to hangout with me before I go, Im having a going away shindig at THE BOILER ROOM, this saturday night at 7:30-8ish. Of course seeing as how most people who read this site probably got my bulletin about this on myspace, this is old hat. But for you sillies that missed it, come hang out! Im going to SING and get DRUNK!


Also,
I heard the band BLOC PARTY about a week ago, and I seriously have been trying to figure out why people like them. THEY FUKKKIN SUKKK!

Right now, Primetime is doing a show on "Medical Mysteries" and I am absolutely DYING.  They just talked to a French lady who wants to cut her own legs off.  Badly.  She has to "be herself."  She has to "live her real life now."  That apparently involves packing her stems in dry ice until amputation becomes requisite.  WHAT.  And these other American guys already did just that!  And they all chat online together!  Now they're messing with a woman who has "Foreign Accent Syndrome."  Some woman in Michigan makes her son cry because she has to talk in the worst Russian voice ever.  It's deliciously, deliciously odd.  I keep giggling and squirming around. 

All this clowning makes me think that I'm not that weird.  So I'm a touch sad about that.  I guess I love my legs too much.  They're pale and white and unspectacular, but they look pretty cool in pants.  I would miss the way they wore my pants.  My feet as well.  They're actually a little beautiful.  Can't have your feet without your legs.

After the commercial: some girl gets killed by her own alarm clock!

Blood Mountain -- in progress

I think I see Matt Bayles up in there...

after my post the other day, i went to a park to read, but there are no quiet parks here and i realized that i really wanted to talk to someone. so i went to a bar....with FBI written on the door. some really drunk mexicans started talking to me, and then took me out to some bars. these were exactly the coolest of guys. i tried to hook them up with some american girls, which meant anyone who spoke english. but no go. i had a bit of nervious energy around them and at one bar the energy got really bad. i dont know why. i kind of thought one of them was hitting on me.... ha probably not. but i had to ditch them. i met some girs fom sweeden a a dude named pedro...vote for pedro he is from portugul and a fucking awesome dude. so they sat with us, and eventually at the next bar the mexicans left us. i didnt see but one of them just put his toung int he mouth of the swedish girl named elin. she didnt like it. and the next day i spent with these three new people watching football, and what not. and have been having a good time. today is The DIA de los Flores. there is much festivivty and floweres and other fun junk . and tons of people in the main plaza. pretty fun.

emily the second sweedis girl left and i may have lost pedro, though i hope not. me and elin are going to hang out in a little bit. i have to tell you that we kind of hooked up last night and today i am hoping to do the same tonight, but whatever. i am going to have fun tonight. maybe buy some flowers for some beautiful chicas. maybe do some dancing and definatly do some drinking.

i am suprised at how i can spend all of my time either drinking or doing nothing. i have seen no sights in this city except for pepila which i s a staue that overlookis the whole city. i can do with out the sights though.

oh yea and i just went into this bar, bars are for men only for the most part here, and clubs for men and wemen. so i went in and it was full of perros. the only words i heard for the first few minutes was cabron, verga and changa tu madre. they just yelled it back and forth to eachother. thern the bar tender went over the the only girl in the bar and started grabbing her tits and pinocha. i am guessing she was a forty year old prostitute. these were dirty motherfuckers but it was fun to watch. perros feliz. or dirty dogs.

I fixed the 'i like your site' comment-spam problem. I returned from the break to find over 10,000 comments on the site. That's unfuckingacceptable. I spent awhile hooking a few new 'tricks' up to fool the fucking spammers. <3 hashcash. Not only is the site cleared of spammy comments, but is fairly protected against future bombings. w0rd.

Until I have more time to write, just remember that I love you.

//eff

My last spring break.
It was wonderful.

well i have not posted as much as i thought i would. but i want to fill you guys in on what has happened. that first week in zihuantenejo was fucking amazing. the people we met and that became our friends were all so very very cool. i fell in love a few times and it wasnt very hard. i fell like i tore myself down so quickly. with the three of us all progressing together. it was challenging. but had i come a lone it would have been a much slowere process. i am learing to be myself. and to have spirit. espiratu. the mexicans have some spirit let me tell you. they are slow and relaxed. but they have a different kind of energy. you dont go to bed at midnight or 2 because there is so much to do, there is no reason to go to bed. so we learned to stay up till dawn. and when when you are sad or the energy is down you learn to pull youselp back up into the party. circa de la madre. circa de el partido. you can fell the rise in your chest and upward. but mostly in the chest i think. you also have to open your heart. because these poeple know. if you are hiding from them pensas you have someting to hide. and if you are afraid of them they consider the negetive energy a disrespect. this is a challange to take on. as is learning the langague which is respectful too. as is just plain socializing. but it is worth it to try.

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spring break has come and gone, and i watched it come and go from the window of the library. yes, sad but true, i was in the library at 8am almost every morning of spring break. BUT, i have a completed first draft of my thesis, so that's good.

now i get to deal with all the homework i didn't bother to look at while i was spending all that time on my thesis. four papers due by wednesday? ha! i have a feeling i shall start playing the 'i'm way too busy' senior card and see how much i can get out of doing...

my sister is now mrs. steve white... how weird! the wedding was last weekend, and absolutely beautiful. weird, but beautiful. now she's a wife. ha! it only took eight years...

oh! i almost forgot to mention... last week my good friend caine and i went on a little trip to prison. coffee creek correctional facility, to be exact. to visit my old roommate. talk about weird, THAT was quite the trip. good, but so so odd... i'm glad i went though. sort of put some stuff into perspective about my own life. supposedly, once time permits, we will go back a little more regularly to see her. we shall see...

now i will go pretend to do homework, but will probably just waste time on myspace. damn you, myspace...

only six and a half weeks to graduation!!


always.....

Welp, i finally did it. i managed to get a dissorderly conduct ticket last night while heavily drinking. it was my friend ben's last night in town. we were wasted drinking corona at 3 in the morning when we thought it would be rad to break some bottles. so me aaron and ben each grab a sixer of empty bottles and head out to the railroad tracks. but we only made it as far as lincoln street (a block from the cop shop) where we unloaded and arsonal of broken glass. well at 3 in the morning in ashland there is absolutly nothing going on so the cops were on us faster than you can say beer bong. we got tickets, and the rest of the night was spent getting our stories strait while polishing off a bottle of baileys irish cream. i didn't get to sleep till 7 this morning....oh and i stole a dead guy glass from Omares. and tonight i am going to my roomates bachelor party...what a fucking weekend.

till next time.....

This is the best band I've ever heard on myspace:

Wolf Choir

A friend of mine knows these guys and tells me that the rules are that they can only make remixes, they must include a sample from a movie called SAMURAI COP and a sound of a machine gun in every remix. Supposedly you can perform with these guys whenever you want as long as you have a wolf mask, which you have to provide yourself. This music definately could be described as "Ferrari Music". This makes me laugh lots.