Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling

Moving faster through my veins
And bleeding out the sun
That’s bleeding down our necks
And burning my eyes
If this is a crutch for the weak
Then I am the least of these
So cut off my arms and break my legs
So I don’t feel this anymore
Choking on all of the feeling
That I’m swallowing in
Tasting the failure on my lips
That I’ve lead in
And this is my last chance for survival
A last ditch effort to cure my ache
We’re so vain aren’t we?
We’re so proud and empty
We’re left leaning on our only intrigue
The lies that I’ve told won’t bury us whole
They won’t find us time
This is the end of the story that I can forget
This goes far beyond our loyalties
And we feign as a shield
That’s teeming with guilt and resonance
But we held our heads so high
We have not yet defeated failure


This just reeks of regret down the road. Veteran does not always equal good. Why can't we field a team that gives us the best chance to win? (Yes, I am using the us & we pronouns to refer to the Twins, who I am actually not a part of, it is just a simpler way to type it, I'm not really one of "those people") Under no circumstance does the veteran give us a better chance to win this year. I know that the rookie may need a little more work, but he might as well get that work at the Major League lever with one of the best pitching coaches in the business, because is what gives us the bext chance of winning on a regular basis.

Why do I suddenly have the urge to equate Gardy and Terry Ryan to GWB? "Silva, you're doing a heckuva job." bleh. I think I just tasted a tiny bit of vomit in my mouth.


Currently Listening to
Failure On
by Beloved

I thought I was a fool for no-one

Oh baby I'm a fool for you
You're the queen of the superficial
And how long before you tell the truth

You set my soul alight
You set my soul alight

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive

(You set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the 'supermassive'

Supermassive black hole


Are you ready to die of cuteness?


Sorry facebook people, for some reason your social networking site does not pull over multimedia that is in posts, so click here to see the vid, otherwise I might get on facebook later and manually add it.

Currently Listening to
Black Holes and Revelations
by Muse

Silly bad bad boy why do you do the things you do

causing trouble picking fights what are we gonna do with you
another night another fight they say you're bad all through and through
silly bad bad boy what are we gonna do with you?


I bought a bag of Jolly Ranchers to soothe my sore throat because nothing works better, for me. What do I find? Two watermelon. In the whole bag. Watermelon are easily the absolute best Jolly Rancher flavor, and I got 2. Don't you be stiffing me on watermelons, Hershey, or I'll find a different hard candy to cure what ails me!


Currently Listening to
Broken Hearts
by The God Damn Doo Wop Band

there's no room for substance

when you've got abundance,
and who needs self respect
when you've got fortune and fame.
stepping stones labeled friends.
without roots the mighty oak won't last for long.
let's hear it for ideals,
can i get a round of sound for something real.
for he's a jolly good fellow,
but he's being put out to pasture to make way for prosperity. and if that's
my right of passage,
then i will opt in the favor of failure
and never think twice.
this is not to break down.
this is to build you up, and remind myself
to forget the fashion and bring back the passion


I feel like the current political climate has left rational thinkers with no options. Politicians used to play to the middle, try and make everyone happy. I'm sorry, but I don't want to pay an extra tax for every whim you have. I don't want your moral idealogy to frame my countries laws. So who am I left with?


Currently Listening to
Mortality as Home Entertainment
by Small Towns Burn A Little Slower

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room

Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?...


I have to admit that this really doesn't surprise me. I should note that, according to this article,

"The women should step out and make a move,"

So naturally the only conclusion I can come to is that I am not doing anything wrong.


Currently Listening to
Plans
by Death Cab for Cutie

The cash machine is blue and green

For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes

I wonder why we listen to poets
When nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful
This machine begs for luck

All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new

I want a good life
With a nose for things
A fresh wind and bright sky
To enjoy my suffering

A hole without a key
If I break my tongue
Speaking of tomorrow
How will it ever come?

All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new

I'm down on my hands and knees
Every time the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache
When I hear myself sing

All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new

I would like to salute
The ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
Filling up shopping bags


Compulsive? Probably. Obsessive? Nope.

I do some strange things. 22 - 16 - 18 - 28 - 20 - 12 - 14 - 18. See a pattern. Well, there isn't one. But there is something similar about all of these numbers. They are all even numbers, and they represent the volume that my TV has been at throughout today. I realized recently that I always have my volume at an even number, on absolutely everything.

When I receive an email, the first thing I do is write a response and then close it without sending it. A few minutes later, I do the same thing. And over. And over. And over. Usually after 5 or 6 attempts, I finally send a response. Naturally, I do this when I am initiating contact as well.

The strange thing about these things is . . . I don't depend on them. Actually, when I notice them, I usually try to start doing the opposite. Over the past week I have been trying really hard to send email responses right away without retyping them. Next week I am going to set my volume on odd numbers. What I really can't figure out is why I fall into these compulsive habits, particularly when they are of little significance to me.

Now for something completely different. . .

I got stuck behind a protest today. I hate protests. I have no problem with expressing discontent with what is wrong in the system. I simply think this isn't the best way. I saw about 1500 people marching down the street in a "peace" protest. At the same time I saw about 3000 people who were stuck in horrific traffic, missing appointment, and generally running late because of the protest. Is this the best way to open people's minds to your ideas? Even worse, to me, is the horrible hypocrisy that I have seen at so many protests. I saw people with signs that said "March for Peace" kicking cars that they walked by. I saw one guy with an American flag and a "Peace for All" sign approach a driver and try to start a fist-fight with him. Do you really expect change from these actions?

If I wanted change (and I do), I would support organizations that I believe in (which I do) and if I wanted to do more, I would organize a letter writing campaign. In my opinion, nothing expresses discontent more than having as many people as possible contact their Representatives with the issues that are important to them. If they don't listen, then express your discontent at the ballot box, not with a misspelled sign in Uptown.


Currently Listening to
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
by Wilco

Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance

And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern
You’re diving face forward into a antiquated path
It’s disgusting, its offensive, don’t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other
Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh, we’re not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar
My car and my guitar
So you'll come to be, made of these, urges unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest lay still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest


Its gone. All of it. We'll see just how long this will last. I'm not sure I can really maintain it anyway.


Currently Listening to
. . . Is A Real Boy
by Say Anything

Disarm you with a smile

And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn

I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you

The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you


Overall, I'd say I came out of today OK. A little roadrash on my lower back and a left hip and shoulder that really don't want to move right now, sure. But still, it could have been much worse. Now, if only I had a week or two to recover. Oh well, I anticipate a regular dosage of ibuprofen for the next 8 days or so. That should take care of everything.


Currently Listening to
Siamese Dream
by Smashing Pumpkins

Tell me something little 1 why are we afraid

2 understand that freedom forced is none at all
I don’t need to say it, I know we all pray our own ways
And all we really want is love from all

‘Cause I don’t want to die today and I don’t want to blindly prey and I know

How can we (be) complacent
Teares are not the same as blood
And woe to those who stand to let us fall
War upon our nation
No justification
If the loss is love than love is lost for all


Be careful kids. It is getting awfully slippery out there. If I'm not careful, I won't have knees to bend by the end of this.


Currently Listening to
we are not alright
by nixon

Why bother? It's gonna hurt me

It's gonna kill when you desert me
This happened to me twice before
Won't happen to me anymore

I've known a lot of girls before
What's the harm in knowing one more?
Maybe we could even get together
Maybe you could break my heart next summer

Why bother? It's gonna hurt me
It's gonna kill when you desert me
This happened to me twice before
Won't happen to me anymore


This sucks! I thought I had fixed it. I though it was done. Then, today I looked down and there it was again. I was chewing my fingernails. I don't know why I can't beat this.


Currently Listening to
Pinkerton
by Weezer

I used to rely on self-medication,

I guess I still do that from time to time.
But I'm getting better at fighting the future,
"Someday you'll be fine.."
Yes, I'll be just fine.

Tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.
Oh please tell me that you're alright,
Yeah everything is alright.

Give me a reason (I don't believe a word)
To end this discussion (of anything I've heard)
To break with tradition (they tell me that it's not so hard)
To fold and divide (it's not so hard)
So let's not get carried (away with everything)
Away with the process (from here to in-between)
of elimination (the long goodbye)
I don't want to waste your time.


Although it is one that I rarely use, I am occasionally reminded that knowing how to change a tire is a very very VERY important skill. Also, the city of Eagan needs to take a close look at their streets, potholes are not a good thing.


Currently Listening to
Commit This to Memory
by Motion City Soundtrack

If I could train my hand to slap me in the face

whenever I begin to talk before I gave a second thought
to all the things I've got to say

I would lose my head from beating of my self
but everybody here would surely see that
everyone is better off this way

What did I do wrong?
and where is the lightswitch?
I can't see a thing
There's nothing to fight with
It's probably too late
and it's though you can't see
The worlds going to end
are you even listening?

There it goes without a cause you'd think I'd learn
you'd think I've lost my mind again by the way that I am now
oh and I'm still screaming

What did I do wrong?
and where is the lightswitch?
I can't see a thing
There's nothing to fight with
It's probably too late
and it's though you can't see
The worlds going to end
are you even listening?

and she said "Please settle down"
because you're not making sense and you talk way to loud
and do you really believe all those things that you said?
I still love you my dear but its all in your head


Sometimes you can get amazing things done very quickly if someone is just there to light a fire underneath you.


Currently Listening to
Please Settle Down
by The Roosevelts

You're trying my shoes on for a change

They look so good but fit so strange
Out of fashion so I can complain

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning

I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you well... so well

I know who I am, but who are you?
You're not looking like you used to
You're on the other side of the mirror
So nothing's looking quite as clear

Thank you, for turning on the light
Thank you, now you're the parasite
I didn't think you had it in you
And now, you're looking like I used to!

You came in with the breeze
On Sunday Morning
You sure have changed since yesterday
Without any warning
And you want me badly
You cannot have me

I thought I knew you
I've got a new view
I thought I knew you well...oh well


Hey you! Yeah, you in SUV/ridiculously large truck(RLT)! See those lines on the ground. Yeah, they apply to you, too. Look closely at those lines. They are parallel to each other. That is how you are supposed to park. Parallel to those lines. And between them! Don't try and get clever with me. I don't care how much you paid for your SUV/RLT, you only need one space.

While I've got you here, where do you live? Oh, downtown. Yeah, you definitely need a full size half-ton truck. For all the hauling of goods you do in your loft downtown. Theres no way you would be able to get from your downtown apartment to your downtown desk job without 4WD and enough horsepower to pull a horse trailer.

You got the SUV because it is safer? Oh, well that makes sense. There definitely isn't more of a risk of rollover. And the handling isn't significantly worse than on a small car. You certainly couldn't have gotten airbags and seatbelts in any other vehicles.

Maybe we should think before we make decisions?


Currently listening to
Tragic Kingdom
by No Doubt

If you only once would let me

Only just one time
Then be happy with the consequence
With whatever's gonna happen tonight
Don't think we're not serious
When's it ever not
The love we make is give and it's take
I'm game to play along

All I can say
I shouldn't say
Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time

All the best DJs are saving
Their slowest song for last
When the dance is through
Its me and you
Come on would it really be so bad
The things we think might be the same
But I won't fight for more
Its just not me to wear it on my sleeve
Count on that for sure

Can't say I was never wrong
But some blame rests on you
Work and play they're never okay
To mix the way we do


I really appreciate the effort, but I just don't think its going to happen. Sometimes a good idea doesn't work, even though it really is a good idea. Sometimes a good idea is just a bad idea in disguise.


Currently Listening to
Futures
by Jimmy Eat World

Wish you gave me your number

Wish I could call you today
Just to hear a voice
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
If I didn't know the difference
Living alone'd probably be okay
It wouldn't be lonely
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
A lot of hours to occupy
It was easy when I didn't know you yet
Things I'd have to forget
But I better be quiet now
I'm tired of wasting my breath
Carrying on, and getting upset
Maybe I got a problem
But that's not what I wanted to say
I'd prefer to say nothing
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
Had a dream as an army man with an order just to march in my place
While a dead enemy screams in my face
But I better be quiet now
I'm tired of wasting my breath
Carrying on, not over it yet
Wish I knew what you were doing
And why you want to do it this way
So I can't go the distance
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away
I got a long way to go
I'm getting further away


I bought sunglasses, for my drive, a week ago, since it was so bright in the morning. I'm pretty sure that I am solely responsible for the snow, because of that. Naturally, now that it is sunny again, I will lose the sunglasses in a day or two.

The green isn't going to stay. I put it up for St Patricks day, but I think it is really ugly, so its going back to blue on the 18th, unless I decide to switch it even earlier.


Currently Listening to
Figure 8
by Elliott Smith