eric's emporium.

this is a comment about myspace from a slashdot user:

"In this world where one becomes a hero for dying incidentally in an explosion, is it any wonder that a public forum for ego masturbation is the fastest-growing site on the Internet?"

last night, i was heavily contemplating signing up again. i'm glad i hesitated.

view slashdot article here: http://slashdot.org/articles/06/07/21/1626229.shtml

banger of this immediate moment: devil's pie by rhymefest. i just listened to the beginning of this song 16 or 17 times. he directly plays the strokes song someday and then slows it down and blends it into his resampled beat. genius.... the rhymefest record blue collar is really dope. get it.

cass mccombs makes me rethink my stance on current folk music. get A and PREfection.

oh and ditty by paperboy is the hottest track of the millennium. err...last.

i hate it when women expect me to let them go ahead of me simply because of the fact that they're women. seriously, this is 2006.

i'm getting really sick of people trying too hard. it's annoying me a lot now, more than ever. when will people realize that their interests don't make them cool? i don't care what you're into. i don't care what music you like. i don't care about your beliefs, the scene you associate with, what food you eat, i don't care about any of it. i define people by their personality. none of the other labels matter. think of how ridiculous it would be to introduce yourself like this:

"hi i'm eric. i'm a vegan hardcore straightedge skater SLASH indie hip-hop dj/producer (on the weekends)"

it's just sort of...sad. thinking about people like this makes me glad that i dropped myspace. cuz you know what? i'm proud to not be 16 years old anymore.

why people choose to define themselves by their interests, i will never know. it's like they WANT to be one dimensional. i'm happy acting my age, but i guess i can't tell people to do the same. they need to figure out on their own.

i went to the suburbs today to achieve two goals:

1) hang out with ruby on our 6 month anniversary.
2) hang out with abbu and christian, because this was the last weekend abbu is in illinois for a while.

i completed both tasks successfully. but it was a bitch at first. i allotted plenty of time to getting from my place to union station, to proceed by taking the metra to hanover park to meet ruby. apparently i didn't allot enough time, because a) i had to wait 20 minutes for a bus to come to my stop, b) it took almost an hour to get to union because the bus broke down and i had to catch a new one, and c) the bus driver drove slow and kept having to explain to people that there was a bus behind this one. murphy's law. i hate murphy so much. and by the time i got to union station, my train had left so i had to kill 2 hours to catch the next one. i achieved this by going to wendy's and ordering 3 junior bacon cheeseburgers and a dr. pepper. yum. then back to the station to buy my ticket. whaddayaknow, i'm on time this time. hop on the train and at 3:30 (two hours later than the original arrival time), i got to see my girlfriend, dolled up in her american apparel skirt. ow ow.

from there we went to naperville to hang out with richie and that was cool. rundown:

• richie has a big house and a big room
• RQ boardshop is no longer in the downtown naperville spot i had grown to know
• went to an h&m at a mall. apparently they're at malls? news to me (and no ruby, there's no h&m's in japan. i checked. *raspberries*)

then we attempted (multiple times) to watch the new pirates of the caribbean . failed each time. cantera: nope. charlestowne mall: nope. so we gave up and got ihop. then we went back to ruby's and watched some dave chappelle stand up on comedy central. t'was hilarious as expected. then ruby dropped me off at brunswick bowl to meet up with abbu and christian.

we basically met up, then walked over to white castle where we shot the shit for maybe 2 hours. always amazing conversations with those two. a key element was missing, and his name is allan, but still managed to have some good times. then abbu and christian drove me back to chicago.

::HIGHLIGHT::

as we're driving east on fullerton toward my place, we see a cab full of drunk lincoln park types, and i make a comment on how i hate lincoln park because of people like that. they heard *oops*. they try making comments back but at that point we're not really paying attention. THEN as they pull up next to us in the left turn lane, abbu rolls down his window and asks "how much do you guys cost?"

we all died. it was the perfect way to end my day in the suburbs.

oh by the way, they can keep 'em. :)

it's not sex music. it doesn't give me goosebumps. it doesn't make me smile, but it doesn't make me frown.

it's thom yorke crooning and self-harmonizing over laptop beats. the beats are glitchier than anything radiohead has done. but don't mistake the beats for structured music, cuz these are strictly beats, especially when compared to radiohead music. i guess you could call this thom yorke's take on hip hop.

it's good, but not great. B-.