Odorless&Transparent

i'm outta here

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 00:30:00 +0000

I've grown tired of dealing with comment spam and other stuff on the blogger platform. Plus, since I've just moved to a new physical place (NYC) it just seems time to move to a new online blogging home and blogging MO. Odorless & Transparent will be dark for a while longer, but look for O&T to reemerge with vengeance soon on BeDirty.com.

In the meantime check out this Napoleon dynamite video mash up thing I made today...
Napoleon Dynomite Strip Tease Mash-up.

easy,
erik

P.S. Old style voicemail is back. Barely audible and barely funny clips await those who call when I can't get the phone.

Don't beat a dead darkhorse

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 15:32:00 +0000

Thank God we can already start betting on the 2008 U.S. Presidential election. I was going to lay 10 british pounds down on a canidate but my pick wasn't actualy listed (hint: his runningmate would be Ursa). Below is in my opinion the top 11 darkhouse candidates left off the bookie's sheet:

1. Christopher Walken
2. Dick Cheney
3. Jesse Ventura
4. Cindy Sheehan
5. Barbara Boxter
6. James Dobson
7. Oprah Winfrey
8. Zod
9. Mike Huckabee
10. Mike Easley
11. Angus MacGyver

atrocity and hope

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Wed, 07 Sep 2005 06:53:00 +0000

Last time I was in New Orleans I was at a business trade show in the convention center. Frisbees, laminates, booths, industry panels, etc. Right now its becoming clearer that the commerce building along the Mississippi was not one blood drop short of Hell on Earth. Anyone reading this probably already has heard tales of the misery, but if not, this story from Nola.com describes the nightmare convention center from a National Guardsman's perspective. It is beyond comprehension. As Melville says "Man rebounds whole aeons back in nature."

I suppose I understand if people want to direct their anger at Bush or any other politician, I even probably agree with most of the specific charges. Outrage and demands for action are needed, but I don't honestly believe blaming Bush or anyone else does any good. The truth is that the fault and iniquity spreads wide and touches nearly everyone. If you want to examine why the aftermath of Katrina was so horribly fucked up, you need to look a lot deeper than which incompetent rich crook is presently in the White House or Governor's Mansion or City Hall. It's about race, money, history, panic, fear, and human nature's evil parts in a city that has been hanging on by a thread for decades.

Everyone knew it would happen and everyone sat by. I was part of the "mandatory" evacuation of Hurricane Georges in 1998, eventhough many stayed. It looked like it would be The Big One, but the city was spared. The same year the very tail edge of Hurricane Earl (basically no more than a couple hours of rain) proved too much for the pumps my 7ft below sea level house in Uptown NOLA was thigh deep in storm water for a day. Earlier that year I was also help up at gunpoint by a fucking 12 year old in a catholic school uniform in broad daylight, and then driven around by fucking openly racist cops. I don't know who all to blame for that. Unfortunately, in NOLA many of these problems are deep and institutionalized. They only recently stopped letting ex-cons become police officers. I love that city, but It had some major fucking problems.

I have no room in my heart for petty and cynical politics right now. Sure, there are reasons to be angry, but this disaster is on a scale much bigger than us and we need to be better than that right now. Once the dead are buried and we've at least had some time to mourn, we can start looking at how our leaders and government mechanisms failed us.

The constructive things I personally know to do to help are:

1. Donate where and what you can.
2. Read Renew New Orleans's action list of what can be done to help and forward it on to your congressional leaders and newspaper/media outlets. I trust the opinions of these people I know and that live there. If you disagree with something on the list then edit it or write your own, but I think their focus on what should be done now and more importantly in the coming months/years is important.
3. Volunteer at a relief event or organization in your community. Band Together NC is a great one around NC. These events help get communities and especially corporations to contribute funds, resources, and jobs to the relief.
4. Figure out what we as smart caring tech savvy people can do to set up information and communication systems which will facilitate recovery and better prepare for the next duster. Check out Jeff Jarvis over at buzzmachine, who I think is doing a great job with leadership and info for this mission.

I saw a few things today that gave me some hope for the future of NOLA and my alma mater Tulane. I watched Max Sparber's New Orleans: Pictures from a Drowned World flickr slideshow of NOLA pics from last year and I was reminded of many of the things I love the city. I also saw these photos from college kids in the Uptown area where I lived in the late 90's. The damage was much less than I feared, and I admit some of these pictures even made me laugh. Also the brazen (if perhaps naive) "we're returning ASAP and we're going to do everything we can to help rebuild" spirit on this unofficial database for Tulane students surprised me and though I know the gusto of a few mostly rich mostly white collegiate teenagers may not mean much in the big picture, it does offer a bit of hope to me. They make me proud.

I don't want to hear

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Wed, 31 Aug 2005 03:06:00 +0000

The situation in New Orleans and the Gulf will get much worse before it gets better, and Hurricane Katrina will go down as the worst natural disaster in U.S. history, or at least of the same magnitude as the Great Quake or Great Fire. It is a horrific and worsening tragedy.

So, as long as there are still bodies floating through the flood water, I don't want to hear shit about global warming. I don't want to hear shit about global politics. I don't want to want to hear shit about whether or where to rebuild the city. I don't want to hear shit about people not heading the warnings. I don't want to hear shit about the taxpayer's bill. I don't want to hear shit about the Dutch and their system of levees. I don't want to hear shit about fucking gas prices.

If you aren't talking about donating to the relief effort or trying to help grasp the scope of the tragedy, then please keep your mouth and your online comments shut. At the very least until the drowning stops.

Hurricane memories

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Mon, 29 Aug 2005 05:58:00 +0000

I remember being a young kid, maybe 14 or so. I went with my father and my uncle to board up our beach house in anticipation of a hurricane. We were riding in our quasi-futuristic silver Toyota Previa and we were armed with hammers and for three hours it felt like we were driving into battle. It was even a school night.

I remember being safe in New Orleans at school when Hurricane Fran totally wrecked the beach house and very nearly took out my parent's other house 200 miles inland. When I came back, trees and docks and ceilings had been destroyed. Some friends and I had a great party at the beach house that was in mid-repair. Someone installed a new overhead ceiling light drunk and we played cards on a weatherbeaten table. The hurricane had taken from us a water heater, but its surge had brought us two hibachi's and one exercise bike.

I don't remember exactly why we decided to leave at night, but after many beers we had made a quick, firm, and potentially unwise decision to flee New Orleans in the dead of night. There was a big hurricane coming and our new mission was to head upriver toward Nashville. Some time in the night we almost hit a fallen tree. I was too drunk and tired to know if there had been real danger. We listened to a lot of chris rock CD's. When we reached Vanderbilt University and found a welcoming refugee camp set up on a friend's floor, we felt safe and powerful somehow. We watched the weather channel and saw the storm still headed at our home and we talked to friends who had all fled sooner or later and at that time we all felt that we very well might not have a home to go back to. We did everything we could to share our spirit of freedom and excitement and play our role as the entertaining refugees. Our hosts ensured that we had all the neccessary booze and extreme indoor sporting equipment to stage a memorable refugee party. In the morning we awoke slowly and bruised and watched as the storm turned at the last minute and missed our city. We were all glad, but also a bit disappointed. The freedom of being severed from possessions and school obligations by an act of god was quite enticing. After another day, we learned it was safe to return and we drove back.

I remember walking back from cultural anthropology class to find my ground level apartment thigh deep in water. Cd's and books and clothes floated around in our living room. My roomates had saved the electronics, but the flood came quickly and the house was a disaster and my car was deep in floodwater. We relocated to a second story house and learned how the pumps that keep water out of the city had failed in the tail end of some hurricane which came onshore far east of the city. People water skiied in the streets, canoed to bars in baithing suits and went swimming in former classrooms. We carried around what we could save from our liquor collection and visited friends that lived out of the flood's reach. It was the most fun I've ever had.

The clean-up was brutal and eventually life went back to routine, but I never really recovered. I have no doubt that we all inhaled tons of unhealthy black mold spores or whatever grew in the flood soaked walls. I got appendecitis and had to have a friend carry me against my will to student health. I vommited out the window for most of the ride to the hospital. Later that semester I passed out at the library and had to get 16 stiches put in my head. I withdrew or took incompletes in several course. When I came back the next semester I moved apartments and spent most of my time in the library trying to finish an unholy amount of credits to graduate. I barely barely made it. I turned in my last paper on my way to the Superdome for graduation ceremonies. It was the first time I had been back in the Superdome since I saw a woman fall to her death 2 and a half years earlier.

Now I watch a storm which "represents 10 or 15 atomic bombs in terms of the energy it releases,” bear down on New Orleans, and that same Superdome is a place of last resort for 20,000 or so New Orleanians who had no where else to go. Everyone always said that if New Orleans ever got hit by the big one, the city could be destroyed, washed off the map, reclaimed by the gulf. It looks really grim right now. I tried to watch the web cam ontop of Fat Harry's, a favorite uptown bar with good cheese fries and a great jukebox, but the wind and the rain and lights make it too blurry and abstract and frightening.

I hope the storm weakens before it hits. I hope the levys hold. I hope everyone got out who could. I hope I can go there soon, I miss it.

bring back the ceremonial rock, you pesky seperatists

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 26 Aug 2005 15:09:00 +0000

As if my fatherland didn't have enough problems with the recent flooding...Floods, stone theft scupper Swiss rock-throwing: "A medieval-style festival of stone-throwing, wrestling and yodelling has been cancelled after floods swamped Switzerland and Swiss-French separatists stole the iconic rock traditionally hurled by competitors."

I'm all about symbolic iconoclastic theft, but there are now several burly Swiss farmers who don't have a rock to throw, and they are getting a bit restless.

End of a pantless era

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 26 Aug 2005 13:39:00 +0000

I'm headed up to NYC soon, and that means I will be selling my car. I'm looking forward to being able to walk and take the subway everywhere, as driving is the number one aggrivator for my knee. Integra #2 has been great to me, but I can't wait to turn over the keys. This closes a long and fruitful chapter in my life, as I will no longer own a vehicle on which to put an "I'm not wearing any pants" bumper sticker.

I first had them made in 1997 after my spiritual advisor came up with the idea, and since then I have given out over 200 stickers. They now can be found across the country on the cars and trucks of friends, friend's parents, zany businesses, a few 18-wheelers who probably take it literally, and many complete strangers. I remember the first time I saw a bumber sticker on a strange car in the Cafe Driade parking lot. I walked in expecting to know someone, but I didn't recognize a single face. Some person I didn't know had one of the stickers. It was an amazing feeling.

Over the years I've gotten countless honks and stares and laughing points, two newspaper mentions that I know of, a couple crazy people knocking on my window at stoplights (I always have some extras in my car to give out), one really really awkward conversation with an older woman while I was changing into shorts before soccer practice. My favorite story comes from my very own cousin who was worried about what people would think when he went to pick up his daughter at elementary school. So, he glued magnets to the back of the bumper sticker so that it could quickly be removed and replaced at a more socially appropriate time.

I still have a dream that one day in the future I'll be in Minnesota in the middle of winter and I'll pull my car into a filling station. As my arthritic fingers are struggling to pump the $90 a gallon gas, I will look over and see an old gree pickup with snow on the bumper. Hidden behind the snow I'll see a stragnley familiar blue sticker peeking out. I'll drop the pump and hobble over to the pickup. My liverspotted hands frantically brush away the snow to reveal an "I'm not wearing any pants" bumper sticker, and I'll fall dead on the spot, a big smile on my face.

To all the brave and glorious people out there who have risked excommunication by putting a bumper sticker on your vehicle, I thank you and I love you. It means a lot to me and hopefully to the people behind you in traffic.

I'll probably be making another batch at some point, but in a different color. I still have a few of the original batch left if anyone out there wants one.

Toys & Games

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 19 Aug 2005 20:55:00 +0000

I'm still a little bitter about wasting money on spidey handgloves, but I can't wait to get my Electronic Thing Hands. If they are half as good as Hulk hands, they'll be worth twice the price. They even made Electronic Thing Feet, about which some goulish wound-up fanboy said, "if you really want to waste your money on this do so. but the real Thing from the Fantastic 4 has black boots." I wonder what the purists would say about the ridiculous Human Torch 4-wheeler not to mention the film itself, but who cares. Here's the Fantastic Four Review from Exile.ru, just because I love the site.

Also, here's a tragic love story between Kevin Smith and Prince, it's long but satisfying.

I'm ok about this, really.

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 18 Aug 2005 16:11:00 +0000

If you've gotten my voicemail recently, you might have been surprised to hear my mumbling voice, and a normal boring message. I'm getting more and more work related calls on my cell phone and I decided to stop leaving weird sound clips as my message. It just confuses people. I know I could have a clip and then say "this is blah blah", but that's just too long. I might change my mind, but for now you'll have to go to The Daily .WAV to hear the funny clips.

If we build it they will eat it/tote it

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 18 Aug 2005 14:36:00 +0000

Between us, my sister and I have at least 8 of their products. All still rugged and unripped, but thanks to bloomingdale's and mass market hype, not quite as cool and exclusive as when we had to go to the tiny Erflog store on a sidestreet in Basel to get them. Nonetheless, good to see the Freitag crew get so much love and $ for their dream-in-a-garage bags. Even got a piece in Business 2.0. Hope it's not the kiss of death.

Ever since 10th grade chemistry I've had a desire to eat liquid nitrogen ice cream. Fortunately, Blue Sky Creamery is brings this product to me and thus prevents a trip to the emergency room. Doesn't seem to be one in the area, maybe I should start up a local franchise and run those obnoxious cold stone singing yip creamery bastards out of town. Or maybe I should take this as a sign from above to open a food stand that serves pickles cooked with house current

It's just a bit unnatural to be playing god with ice cream. Maybe something will go horribly wrong ala Lima Bean Monster.

Please help me fulfill my utopian dreams

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 11 Aug 2005 13:39:00 +0000

For some reason yesterday I was giving my email out over the phone and I realized that I hate saying "at" as in "My email address is myname at domain dot com." It just doesn't feel good on the tounge the way "dot com" does, and for some reason people always mishear it...and then I had probably the most brilliant idea of my life. Instead of pronouncing the "@" as "at" we should use the dj record scratch sound effect ("errah"). example "My email is jeffbezos ERRAH amazon dot com."
It just sounds better, right? And something about the @ symbol is graphically reminiscent of the record scratch motion.

According to webopedia, "before the symbol became a standard key on typewriter keyboards in the 1880s and a standard on QWERTY keyboards in the 1940s, the @ sign had a long if somewhat sketchy history of use throughout the world...While in the English language, @ is referred to as the "at sign," other countries have different names for the symbol that is now so commonly used in e-mail transmissions throughout the world. Many of these countries associate the symbol with either food or animal names." My favorites are:

• Bosnian, Croatian and Serbian - In these countries, it is referred to as the "Crazy I"
• Czech - In the Czech Republic, it is called zavinac, meaning "rollmop," or "pickled herring"
• Mandarin Chinese - In Taiwan it is called xiao lao-shu, meaning "little mouse," lao shu-hao, meaning "mouse sign," at-hao, meaning "at sign" or lao shu-hao, meaning "mouse sign"
• Turkish - In Turkey, most e-mailers call it kulak, meaning "ear"

So, in addition to sounding better, adopting the Dj scratch pronunciation of "@" in email addresses will bring world unity one step closer. Hip-hop is the universal music of our generation and the DJ scratch sound effect both transcends international boundaries and gives credit to our generation's ingenuity and spirit instead of some 12th century merchant who needed a quicker way to write "10 hens for sale at a price of 10 pence each".

Please help me make this vision a reality by adopting the DJ scratch convention of pronouncing the "@" symbol when speaking an email address. The world will be a better place.

just dont wreck my barge

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Mon, 08 Aug 2005 18:25:00 +0000

If we were river people instead of road people, I would definitely own a barge, and you could borrow it when you move.

Here's the long time coming music video for one of my favorite off the deep end instrumental songs:
Jaga Jazzist's ANIMAL CHIN

Saw it coming like a blitzing safety shooting through the "two-hole"

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 15:22:00 +0000

I liked the show. I collected all 6 themed happy meal plastic cars from hardee's even though they were really crappy toys w stickers, but I fully expected this movie to not only suck, but suck at the box office too. Mr. Cranky highlights the unavoidable futility of even discussing the movie:

So what's a reviewer supposed to do? Am I supposed to compare this Bo (Seann William Scott) and Luke Duke (Johnny Knoxville) to their counterparts from the series, John Schneider and Tom Wopat? Perhaps I could contrast the Daisy Dukes: Jessica Simpson and Catherine Bach. Or, better yet, I could strip naked, douse myself in gasoline and run flapping down the interstate in search of the eventual blessed release of "suicide by cop."

Alas, if only they'd had Rosco P. Coldchain instead of Rosco P Coltrane.

*pic and I-40 recon from zoomedin

make love to the machines

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 05 Aug 2005 04:24:00 +0000

Paul Graham's new essay, What Business Can Learn from Open Source is clear and crisp and meaningful. thank you.

I think the most important of the new principles business has to learn is that people work a lot harder on stuff they like...
There's a name for people who work for the love of it: amateurs. The word now has such bad connotations that we forget its etymology, though it's staring us in the face. "Amateur" was originally rather a complimentary word. But the thing to be in the twentieth century was professional, which amateurs, by definition, are not.

Like a lot of people i'm sure, I dictionary.com'ed Amatuer and slapped myself ont he forehead:
"[French, from Latin amator, lover, from amare, to love.]"

There it is - so simple. I think it mgiht be the highest compliment that one could say about a product, a work of art, even a science fair project, "It looks/feels like it was made w love"...Someone cared about X and therefore they across time and space care about me. Those are the kinds of things I want to make.

Here are 4 music videos that are made w love (probably via antville):
"Fkcing Happy"
"Ditty Bops" - Adria Petty
"Paris Hilton" - MU
Perhaps my favorite video of all time, seriously

Suburban Legends

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 04 Aug 2005 15:57:00 +0000

Guardian Unlimited provides the quote of the day in their GTA uproar article Storm in a Hot Coffee cup:

"The inconsistent morality of many of Grand Theft Auto's critics has not been lost on the gaming community. As American games journalist Rob Fahey said, Cohen 'bought a 17 recommended game for her teenage grandson, featuring car theft, shootings, muggings, cop-killing, prostitution and plenty more, but now wants compensation because it also turned out to feature badly animated dry humping, which could be unlocked only by deliberately downloading a patch off the internet.'"

New Scientist has a great article on Why We All Need Pornography (reg required) that provides context for the GTA uproar as well as several cases floating through the court system:

"Consumers eager for a glimpse of skin, but afraid of being found out or of being spotted in a seedy blue-movie cinema, helped drive the demand for more of these technologies. In the process, they are making the internet a more hospitable place for those promoting racial, ethnic or religious hatred, or even organising terrorist attacks. But it will also help political dissidents and whistle-blowers, so technologies created to help porn enthusiasts today are the human rights' tools of tomorrow."

Here's a busted Suburban Legend from Snopes about carjackers that use rear windshield flyers. I am pretty darn sure that there is a high correlation between the people that are alarmed by dubious email warnings like this and people that are upset about the aforementioned blurry dry humping. And I hate to break it to you, Mrs Cohen, but your grandson has probably done a bit dry humping of his own, thank god the internet showed him some new techniques. Don't even get me started about your "lost cat" sign that's been up at the grocery store for 6 months.

Here's some real carjacking prevention tips. Unfortunatley there aren't enough tips about Government Nannies jacking emerging technology. At least there is EFF

Bowl of forks

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 11:18:00 +0000

I have a special place in my heart for college cafeteria pranks (it amazing how a frogurt machine can easily be "repurposed" with an innocent allen wrench).
Kent Lewis from Anvil writes a great memoir on the subject with Practically Serious:

"The rush I felt upon hearing the crowd roar was amazing. Blood pulsed through my body and pounded in my ears, similar to what Lance Armstrong must feel when he trips and falls with a tray of food. Since I was never good at sports, music, or just about anything in school, it was my first applause, and I'll never forget it."

For a more elaborate and galactic pranks, check the Museum of Hoax's Top Ten College Pranks of all time

Can we think like a plant grows?

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 29 Jul 2005 21:20:00 +0000

I have no idea when or why I signed up for a Goethean Science newsletter, but Steve Talbott @ The Nature Institute has some great articles. Just read: Can We Learn to Think Like a Plant?.

"Mere sameness is not unity, and it cannot give us
movement. This is why a science based on abstraction, whereby we abstract
from things their sameness -- what they have in common -- cannot deal with
the various sorts of dynamic unity we find in the world's phenomena."

I understand how all this abstraction feels like new-age-occult-nonsense-talk to "hard" scientists, but the whole approach seems to have validity to a "i had blunt head trauma to my left brain" poster child like me. Feels similar to the brain's use of invariant representation and patterns from On Intelligence. And it sounds like some of Goethe's theories have had a resurgence due to some quantum physics findings. Still, I feel awkward with a "Be the plant" science mantra.

"It seems to be a mere image held in our minds. It is more pictorial and imaginative than logical and computational. It does not readily lend itself to the action of gears or levers or transistors. To equate it with any particular physical object is, in fact, to lose it. Can such a pictorial idea manifesting in our consciousness contribute to a genuine understanding of the world?

...Within human consciousness we discover a language for understanding the world. If this were not so, we could only stare blankly at our surroundings. What scientists need to realize is that our conscious (and unconscious) interior is vastly richer than the contentless abstractions playing over the convoluted surface of our brains. We are creatures of imagination, of heart-felt feeling, and of will raying out through our muscles and bones. And to the degree we must call on the full powers of this inner language in order to comprehend, for example, the leaves successively gestured forth along the stem of a buttercup -- to the degree this language makes the world intelligible -- we must acknowledge that the language speaks truly. That is, it reveals the world, which is to say that what speaks in us speaks also in the world."

That all feels right, but I don't see how it is contrast with the dissection of an idea. Sure the idea "dies" in the process, but narratives or gestures are pulled from snapshots all the time. Don't see how "qualitative science" differs really. I do wish "quantitative science" focused on language more.

Here's some Goethean Car Manufacturing

You Can Never Have Enough mouth gouging fiber

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 29 Jul 2005 16:19:00 +0000

looking for an image of my favorite AARP-sexual tension cereal box, i found this older post : You Can Never Have Enough Good Friends by author Andrea Siegel. Never heard of her before, but it makes me want to read her book, Like the Red Panda.

agents, cuban gold, and ropeplay

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 29 Jul 2005 01:35:00 +0000

I wish to be cremated. One tenth of my ashes shall be given to my agent, as written in our contract.
- Groucho Marx

Two short flicks try to make talent agents look more like secret agents:

• The long, sloppy but funny Winterbottem Promo never quite seems real enough or take it far enough to really fuck with you, but it's still pretty funny in parts, especially towards the end.

• Shutterbugs - Episode 2 is just brilliant...even transcendent. Wouldn't the world be a better place if all contracts were made with oral ice cream agreements?

My new favorite online music video:
Llegamos Futuro from Cuban director Eduardo Benchoam.

The other Films on his site are great too, especially Palo Monte, a short doc on an afro-cuban religion, Fish Eat Fish, and Bad Dream. All his stuff is edited with an amazing and tight rhythm. Can't wait to see more.

Flashgames
If you're looking for an elegant and completely gayballs way to waste some more time online look at these bonbons from Ferry Halim. My favorite is the one with the squirrel or the one with the samurai.

*Pic from Eduardo Benchoam

team carson

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Mon, 18 Jul 2005 20:35:00 +0000

"I've never had major knee surgery on any other part of my body."
-Winston Bennett

My knee is finally making progress. I'm trying not to be overly optimistic, since I've "turned the corner" before, just to run into a flying tackle of pain and frustration. Still, for the first time in a while I can actually do some things. I've played 2 on 2 bball, jogged for 15 min on the treadmill, and played a little bit of tennis. I still deal w the pain daily (it hurts right now) and driving and sitting sucks, but the pain doesn't have that blowtorch edge anymore. Most importantly I actually believe there might be hope for a full (relatively speaking) recovery. So, thank you Dr. Garrett. Thank you Dr. Gross, PT and thank you Chris Helmstetter. These are all caring, top-notch health care guru's who've really tried to understand why I was continuing to have so many problems. I higly reccomend them. I also recommend swimming and doing a lot of effin squats.

Can I have Bear powers?

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Mon, 18 Jul 2005 16:50:00 +0000

ten video clips that I have enjoyed in the past 6 weeks:

1. Leeroy Gets The Troops Killed
2. Indie dance break
3. Why would a Bear say such a horrible thing?
4. how can you possibly take down a vast conspiracy shadow paramilitary network if you are scared by moo cows and crazy hamer wielding scotsmen, you dirty hippies?
5. daily weather by david lynch
6. Jennings loves ice cream
7. electrifried sausage = try this at home
8. m&m's loves garden state
9. shutterbugs
10. disco apache

icky bonus bodymod photo site:
facial saline injection
heartfelt bonus music video:
Stephen Fretwell 'New York'

Just when you start to think it's 2005

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 26 May 2005 15:15:00 +0000

N. Carolina Cross-Burnings Investigated
I can't believe this is real, but i guess it would be naive to be surprised.

a magnetic pancreas

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Fri, 20 May 2005 18:14:00 +0000

I'm tatoo and piercing free, but I have to say that the idea of Magnetic Body Mod does have a certain Posthuman appeal. I worry that it would be a slipperly slope though, and the next thing you know I'd have a titanium gall bladder and 57 subcutaneous LED lights.

Reading the Body Mod article made me remember the phrase "magnetic pancreas" that I wrote in an old writing blog I had forgotten, so i googled it and got this digitally dusty artifact:

He charms and heals with a magnetic pancreas. A black-eyed Ty Cobb of a man, his rugged face says beloved coach and purple-vaned child molester all at once. His name is Oolof, Dr. Ambrose Oolof. He is my Allergist. You haven't really made it as a Rock Star until you have your own Allergist on tour; I tell that to all of the interviewers, but they never include it. Today, Dr. Oolof told me "Esn zoh dikh verem!" In Yiddish it literally means "The worms will eat you!

I think Probot or someone has already done this before, but I'm not mad at This LouisXIV video for revisiting the tattooed, pierced, and topless Suicide Girl well. It'd be hard for even Rob Bowman to botch this video, but it's well executed nonetheless. (NSFW) and much better than the standard layered-graphic-heavy indierock video (I like Her Space Holiday - My Girlfriend's Boyfriend though)
from 320 by 240

and on a somewhat related note...I now know someone who has received a "hero" tag on FARK:
Police chief of Topsail Beach, NC will not arrest topless sunbathers(SFW)

hugs

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Wed, 18 May 2005 19:49:00 +0000

Everyone needs hugs...
as long as they are not evil lingering hugs.

we are the world?

noreply@blogger.com (erik [hueypriest]) — Thu, 12 May 2005 13:59:00 +0000

this makes me like zach braff a little more NSFW
this makes me like storm troopers a little more
this makes me like kelly clarkson a little more
this makes me like 50 a little more
this makes me like Snoop a little more

can any of us really change though?