Why is it that emotional writing always opens with a ridiculous, rhetorical question?
Archive for November, 2007
Important Information on Depression. Please Read And Help Those Afflicted
November 24, 2007“Every week a doctor commits suicide in North America, and each one knew that depression is potentially treatable or self-limiting; insight goes faster in depression than in any other illness. Depression is psychological pain, and a severe depressive illness is arguably the most unpleasant disease in the Western world bar rabies. Samuel Johnson once said he’d suffer a limb to be amputated to recover his spirits. An old clergyman who had recovered from a severe depression later badly scalded his genitals, thighs, and abdomen. When asked which type of pain was worse, he said, ‘I would suffer the scalding a hundred times rather than have a depression again. Every night I pray to God to let me die before the depression returns. When I was scaled I prayed for relief and I was heard, but during the depression I lost my faith. There is no comparison between those two kinds of pain.’” [1]
A recent World Health Organization report predicts that depression will be the leading cause of disability and premature death in the industrial world by the year 2020. Without treatment, ten to fifteen percent of people suffering from severe Major Depressive Disorder commit suicide. With treatment, the majority of patients with this illness recover.
nakedEric Has Scored An Interview With J. Loren Of HURT!
November 23, 2007If you’ve foraged through the site, you have certainly come across my posts on HURT and on J. Loren himself. In short, both are super-duper. I will be interviewing J. soon and am asking all of you to share with me questions you would like me to ask the man himself. For now, take a look at the neat video for “Rapture”.
Introduction To The Babbles – Our New Mode Of Artistic Expression With Words
November 15, 2007Every day they remind me. They say, hey Naked E, it wasn’t your fault. She was always here. Dancing is just your thing, she gamed you like an XBox. Like Halo. Ironic because she is Satan. No Halo for Satan. No Halo for Satan. But don’t get me wrong, B if you’re reading this. I enjoy the flirting and the sex. But I never really got into the cat. The cat was the speed bump that bottomed out my ‘vette from day one. I have not a ‘vette, and you get the metaphor. I hope you do. If you don’t then even my best verbal wrangling couldn’t gracefully nimble bck and restructure what I have already written. I am sorry for the booze. I am sorry for the drugs. I am sorry for always saying I’m sorry. But I feel that I should tell you how I feel all the time. At the time I punched in those words, the feeling I needed to convey was sorrow, regret. I could have said that I regretted the booze. That may have been better. Can we pretend that I said that instead? Do synonyms have the same effect? I will use this experience to find out so let me know how you feel. I feel okay.
Feeling her way through the dark by the lught of her cell phone with one block blinking ominously indicating that the battery had become junk metal barely pumping out static electricity at this point. She would never make it home. She was on the darkest road in the darkest part of town. Her phone beeped. A blast of light and it was over. Darkness. Swimming in darness like a fat kid on a boat where the skinny people have mutinied and the fatties have been jettisoned so that there would be crab legs left at the buffet. Thought was: they had a good chance of floating via their blubber and being insulated from a shark attack. In a way it was free cosmetic surgery. If a shark came and snacked on a chunk of fatty fat, clearly you would be at your own funeral, a svelte, proud corpse.
Sometimes when you think beyond the normal meaning of words, you can discover a dream while you are awake. Dreams make no sense (usually) and yet we are mesmerized by them. Some, led by them. Writing in Babbles brings the dreamworld to the world we experience while awake. I will be promoting my favorite new art form with words as this blog grows into a toddler. Slam poetry was a silly attempt at what I am talking about right now. The Babbles are pure, but polished. Spitting drivel and anything that comes to your mind is not “pure” it is poo. You are a poo if you print this. Clean yourself up and learn with me the Babbles. Fun will be our co-conspirator. A person. A word. A world. A culture. All speaking in babbles to escape boring old communication. It’s a bench press for the brain – and OH how sweet the Babbles sound. The ears dance and various brain parts secrete chemicals similar to many things. These chemicals make you blissendo. I am excited and humble. Let me make you happy.
Let me make you happy.
Welcome to The Babbles.
-NE
Stephen Marley’s “Mind Control” Is Musical Sex
November 15, 2007Here’s some more nakedEric music fun. Go get this album. The more I listen to the sons ‘o Bob (of which there are many) I find myself evermore thankful that Bob humped anything that moved then smoked two joints before he smoked two joints… as the song goes. tee hee.
You will hear the first track, “Mind Control” and recall the simplicity of the roots reggae so adored during Bob Marley’s enchanted life. Stephen is eerily similar and forgoes the temptation to dip into “toasting” (a freestyle hybrid of rap-reggae) or dancehall styles that now proliferate the genre. No Shaggy here. This is Roots. Rock. Reggae. at it’s most glorious.
Although he has been involved in music his entire life, Stephen spent a lot of time as a producer. This experience is evident in the flawless recording of “Mind Control” and the ingenious arrangements of each track. No overproduction, effect belching, or other abuses of studio technology. Stephen keeps everything simple and hones the little things. The details like the subtle wah on a guitar track and gliss on an intro make this a feast for the ears. My freking dog like listening to this album. It’s so smooth, a man has to assume that Stephen is, like his father, getting more ass than a public toilet. On that classy note, I reiterate: Do not pass this album up. It is not rehashed Bob or striving to sound like him in any way. This is a unique voice in Reggae, with enough of the roots to keep it grounded and enough imagination to justify the label “prodigy” for this incredibly talented musician.
-NE
German Man Walks Home, Forgets Car At Gas Station. Seriously.
November 11, 2007Sometimes I forget things. I forget to lock the door or to turn off the stove. You know the feeling…
Check this out…
BERLIN (Reuters) – A German man forgot his car after filling it up at a petrol station, police said Friday.
“He just forgot about it and walked off home,” said a spokesman for police in the western city of Wuppertal.
After the car had sat blocking the pump for about an hour, a woman working at the petrol station became suspicious and alerted authorities.
Officers contacted the 63-year-old from Remscheid, who came straight back to fetch the vehicle. He had paid to fill up the car before walking off.
Fabio vs. George Clooney – The Beauty Brawl
November 10, 2007According to TMZ, two ladies won a contest to have dinner with Fabio in a swanky-swank restaurant. The ladies began snapping pics of each other with the man when, to their surprise, a man at a table behind them began flashing the finger in each picture in a clear attempt to ruin the shot. Who was the man? George Clooney! Clearly he was a bit jealous that the attention wasn’t all on him (or on him at all). Fabio asked him to stop the shenanigans and Clooney snapped back something to the effect of “shutup”. Fabio stepped, then Clooney stepped and they began pushing and shoving like the manly men they are(?)
Clooney fled and Fabio fumed. The ladies got a lot more than they bargained for and now have made statements publicly about how Clooney tried to ruin their night. One said that Clooney isn’t even fit to clean the dirt from Fabio’s boots. The other said that, “Its not ALWAYS about you, George.”
Ain’t that the truth…
Does Anyone Understand How To Play World of Warcraft?
November 10, 2007OK. I bought the game and made a night elf and have been wandering around killing squirrels and ferrets. How do I get to the nuts of this game? What is the point? I’m not going to go buy a book and study this. There must be something I am missing. It’s a cool game with cool graphics and a great interface. But how do you make something HAPPEN? I feel like it’s just like Second Life with weapons. Is there nothing more to this than wandering around killing things? I need help because it seems like it could be very cool if I could figure it out. Help me! If you know what to do, leave some advice here for all of us. I can’t be the only one who is confused by this…
-NE
Who Is The Best College Football Coach Ever?
November 10, 2007Of course this is a rhetorical question. Bobby Bowden is the best and Paterno is a close second. I guess I may be a bad person to report on this considering that I went to Florida State and love Bowden dearly. Although the recruiting and the team as a whole has suffered over the past 5 years, Florida State is always formidable and churns out great NFL stars. This is a direct result of Bowden’s leadership and high standard of behavior for his players. I remember him benching Laveranues Coles and Peter Warrick for the Miami game (HUGE GAME) because of questionable off-the-field shenanigans.
Bowden is the best. Go ‘Noles!
GREAT Joke I Found On BeConfused.com
November 10, 2007Who Make The Best Patients For Surgeons?
The 1st surgeon says, “I like to see accountants on my operating table. When you open them up, everything inside is numbered.”
The 2nd responds, “Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is colour coded.”
The 3rd surgeon says, “No, I really think librarians are the best everything inside them is in alphabetical order.”
The 4th surgeon chimes in, “You know, I like construction workers. Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over at the end & if the job takes longer than you said it would, no big deal.”
But the 5th surgeon topped them all.
“You’re all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There are no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains, & no spine. And on top of that, the head & the ass are interchangeable.”
Thanks to BeConfused.com Check ‘em out!
