so i'm halfway into "only revolutions"

but i decided to take a break from that madness

and delve into "the brief wondrous life of oscar wao"

 (yes yes i finally decided to read it)

well before i knew it, i had powered through the book

in one sitting (although i did stop for dinner)

and i must say it is a thoroughly good read.

 that's the kind of book that lines your pillows with spiders

and makes you wake the fuck up on the days

when all you can think about is the end of days.

it sort of read like a modern day version of 'house of the spirits'

(and i almost wrote 'tasted' there

because the language of both books 

is so dense that it feels like it permeates

your surroundings)

one caveat, dear readers:

it is definitely not a feel-happy kind of book.

it sort of is, but only for probably 5% of the people

who think that way;

the other 95% would put this book down at some points

and just go hug the shit out of someone.

i finished reading it and immediately wanted to go

on a road trip.

to be honest

if there is one thing that really churns my insides

its the fact that i truly do want someone

that i can just go see something beautiful with

because let's face it

there's a lot of beauty in the world we haven't seen

just laying around my room

soaking in the warmth of the desert

while my fan waves idly at me

i turned on 'montezuma'

because it was stuck in my head

but i couldn't help myself

so now i'm listening to all of 'helplessness blues' again

one of those days

one quick thing:

the austerity of some of my posts makes me wonder

what i was feeling and frankly startles me at times.

 

i find it more than slightly interesting that

i feel like if anyone wanted to know me better

then they could just e-thumb through this ratty old 

shambles of a blog and at least have a taste of

what strange things go off in my head

instead i'm off doing real, dumb actions in real, dumb life

and thus it is known henceforth as 'eric woo' 

i wonder if someone that didn't know me at all

read this and met me for real

would even fathom the possibility

of two and two being four.

i suppose in the end

i just kind of wish people knew me better

because if they did

i think they'd like me better

or at least be nicer to the fool

 

"there is no angry way to say 'bubbles'. when depressed or upset,

i remember this and smile a bit."

thesongofabird, via reddit

sometimes i wonder if justin pierre and i

were separated at birth:

"...but i wore you down with my slapstick and passion/

tricks of the trade, i'm a loveable knave/

i'm a handful it's true."

not too many lulzworthy updates on here

so i'll just leave this semi-re-post here:

that is me on google maps 

yay i'm famous finally

something that i found as i vainly continue my quest to study -

i find myself in the window

of my self-influence,

cut clear and square

from the glassy thoughts.

instead of the weather pulling through

or the reflections of my quiet things

this view is jagged from me going

back and forth.

just the time of this life alone

cracks, tumbles, even leaks into

a thin sheet of my mind.

 

two quick thoughts on women:

1. i think my life will always and invariably be

linked/tied/broken up/kicked off/pulverized/magnetized/resplendetized

by girls named katherine/kate/katie

(note that resplendetized is a made-up word but

fuck i wanted it in there!)

2. carly rae jepsen, in writing "call me maybe"

essentially took what may have been a

one in hundred/thousand/ten thousand

shot for guys everywhere (maybe girls too)

and turned it into a fucking catchy as fuck pop song

that you won't be able to get out of your head

as you start saying "hey, i know this is crazy", etc.,

and you will just start laughing and saying "nvm, l8r lol"

fuck i need to get to bed at a reasonable hour 

ps i think it would actually be enjoyable to go to a
baseball game with a girl

noted

yes, my dear readers,

after days of introspection

i am back at it again

it's been a little while and many things have happened

since the last time we touched upon my

weird little mystery-manic-mumbled sack of life

that i lug around while everyone watches me queerly

erik got married

and that made me feel many things

let's enumerate:

1. i was more than adequately happy at the marriage

of my faux-brother, considering

he is my faux-brother

and i have more than one affection for him

2. i couldn't stop wondering how crazy life has gotten

to the point where i'm sitting at my best friend's wedding

and have no idea where i'm going next

3. many late night beers were drunk

and that was most pleasing

4. yes, yes, get it over with.

i cried at the wedding.

at least i held it together til the very end,

when erik was walking back from the alter

with his nouvelle-wife and he held his hand out

for a time-honored traditional high five

and i touched this nouveau-husband for a split second

and that was all that my mixed up emotions needed to release

(as per 'son of a gun': 

"i see little raindrops of love forming under your eyelids/

as i push you too far").

so now we're back at it again

except i got a pretty terrible eye infection

a note to all my dear readers -

please don't over-wear your contacts,

because eye infections hurt

LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER

anyhow

we'll see what the next weeks hold

as i dive back into living

and all the galloping goodness that comes with it

 

"if you just let me make my own mistakes/

i promise i'll behave only in the worst way."

the new mcs album is streaming today

this is my current favorite song from it 

 

it makes me want to find someone and

hug the love out of them

"i don't want to change your mind;

i don't want to change the world.

i just want to watch it go by;

i just want to watch you go by."

let's face it, dear readers,

i tend to flip flop quite a bit

at least i have the time to make things

so much better

life is very good sometimes

yes

it's the night time that creates these things

of mystery and twists of my body

where i wake up in the quieting light.

not just the time between

that i can't rest

but also the time behind my eyes,

so full and damp

it can swim away with the rest of them

deep into the abyss and perhaps

not be seen for a week's length.

i've had quite a week of insomnia;

i think since sunday or monday

i've gone to sleep no earlier than 4 or 5

which makes me tired and delirious to no end

today is the first day i got some normal-ish rest

i can't wait for the new mcs album to come out

this summer is going to be a weird one

but i still want all things

now just to find them