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eric

Jackson is further away than crazy

About Me

I have driven from one coast to another in search of answers I didn't entirely know the questions to. My car has been hit at yield signs, lost its ability to rectify silence through music and my engine may slowly but surely grinding to a hault. In the face of adversity I strive. I grew up on MTV as a pre-teen rebel and have since learned to value the utter void of personality it develops in our youth. The "gotta be with the scene" mentality. I write, if infrequently at times, and I pine for that love that makes me swoon so hard that all my shortcomings fall to the floor and away from me. And what I suppose everything comes down to, dependancies or hopes for love or not, I remain an individual. Able to operate regardless of proximity, I sit huddled at my desk, wondering when the right words will fall out of my brain and into this pen. I exist.

My Interests

writing, listening, talking when required, shoelaces, stars to the backdrop of crickets, the way everything is pretty fuzzy when you first wake up and you're wondering where you are and how you got there, living, finding reasons to go anywhere, spontenaiety, spelling things wrong, discovering new music, watching that new music, being in love

I'd like to meet:

Please have new ideas. Talk about things that mean more then television. Discuss art and your opinions of such. Have interest in the world around you, and in yourself. (please just keep talking) I've got enough hello's and goodbye's to last me a life time, we keep missing the inbetweens. I'm just looking for people that are interested in everything, not just where they fit on the ladder.

Music:

modest mouse, tom waits, godspeed you black emperor, the arcade fire, fiery furnaces, yume bitsu, frog eyes, aesop rock, gift of gab, de la soul, bright eyes, the red elvises, hypnotwists, radiohead, the cure, the network, loretta lynn, granddaddy, katie melua, mew, hum, sufjan stevens

Movies:

the ring, princess bride, aliens, ran, punch drunk love, fight club, yojimbo, metropolis (either version), a mouse and his child, casablanca, high fidelity, the princess and the warrior, i 3 huckabees, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Books:

most beat scene era novel type literature, visions of gerrard, battle royale, ee cummings, on the road, post office, jitterbug perfume, bearing an hourglass, the bakers boy, good omens, i value words above everything so i suppose to just finish this off, death gate cycle, wheel of time, about a boy, anything that spills from fingertips

My Blog

A string of random thoughts.

It is no barrelful of rain I'm missing, but rather the chance for change in weather at all.  In the morning it is hot, in the afternoon it is hotter, and in the evening it is hot once again. ...
Posted by eric on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 12:23:00 PST

My subject line thinks I am invalid.

Margaret ate nothing but rose petals.  We would walk through the park and as we came across bushes full of their green, thorned stems and red full heads, she would ask me to stop for a moment whi...
Posted by eric on Mon, 07 May 2007 09:06:00 PST

The drop down list of subject titles on my computer is long indeed.

Over the past semester I haven't put much up here, mostly because my writing has all been sitting on my computer in large files or in the hands of professors or writing groups.  If you're interes...
Posted by eric on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 10:32:00 PST

Instead of words.

My goal in writing is delayed for one evening.  There is too much in this line-up to consider.
Posted by eric on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 08:37:00 PST

Taken From One Too Many Cameras.

Today in my desert it rained sleet. From miles above the immediate vicinity of my head, semi-solid liquids descended and collected into hesitant droplets in my hand before melting and creating shallo...
Posted by eric on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 01:17:00 PST

just a start.

             Diplomas.              Always the diplomas.  The words in slightly raise...
Posted by eric on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 11:34:00 PST

Some French words I never learned how to spell.

Forgive the errors, they are few and they are numerous. This is the whiskey talking but this is truth. While ringing a woman up today I kept stealing glances at her as she spoke with her friend. She...
Posted by eric on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 01:16:00 PST

A categorical nothing.

I woke up. Why didn't you?
Posted by eric on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 09:23:00 PST

Above this box is a randomly floating pair of lips.

You said go and I guess I didn't understand. But I opened that car door and started the ignition, tearing down the 2am streets wondering where all the life had bled out towards. Three and a half blo...
Posted by eric on Sun, 11 Jun 2006 01:53:00 PST

Mostly I couldn't think of any other car names.

There is a man in the street and he is screaming. I dont have a radio in my car these days, so as I drive around I find myself listening to the sounds of the street.  Normally its just the low r...
Posted by eric on Tue, 23 May 2006 02:21:00 PST