Sending in the Reinforcements

it has long been known that j-lo's crew brought the blog scene
into the modern age, but on my behalf I would like to add one more
scrapper onto the list

low and behold the mighty quinn's website

"Dan, she had her hand on my cock...well...practically..."

"uh oh... WARDEN!!!"

"...supposed to be"

good times
I could do this forever

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schneider mach 1

I thought I would post this in support of my bro's last blog. The guy with the guitar is our grandpa schneider.

gonzo,...you son of a bitch...you could have waited...

we have lost a great writer today
and I would like to dedicate this blog to his work
and let that stand for itself.


"There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die. "

"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era - -the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. "

"And that, I think, was the handle - -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - -on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - -the place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."

"A drug person can learn to handle such things as seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to deal with this trip. "

"How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? "

"Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like characters of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning still humping the American dream. "

"We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel. "

Thats not what I meant...thats not what I meant at all

great line from one of the greatest poems in history

to turn to someone that you though knew you
only to hear them say exactoly the opposite of what you wanted them to
say

read

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.”

I mean "bitten off the moment with a smile" ?
they don't write shit like that anymore

love it

here is the rest of the poem

thats kinda how I felt

I had my first blog diasaster
filled with ideas and hope
and then bam...no one comments

does anyone else feel overwhelmingly rejects when they
get no comments

its funny this blog is designed as a form of release
but even in that I am experiencing rejection

"...I hav a the buyers remorse..."

On the road//again//by and by

so me and j-loheim(holding his freshly mastered darling cd in hand)
those suckas are gonna go like hot cakes

anyways
we're outside talking in this beautiful stint of warm weather
when what do I hear him say to the world
but "I hate on the road"

screeeeeeeeeeeeeech [pause] record needle ripped off of the turn table
dishes dropped in the kitchen
all of the birds stopped their squaking
and I stood their dumbfounded

it was like a christmas story but only jeff hadn't said "fudge"
he said the mother of all word against a novel that changed the
way people looked at the world and life.

now maybe I am blowing this book up a little more than it needs
but it really was a great ideal, not just book to look at our country
and people.

I have definitely gotten older with my years
and the initial grip of on the road has faded slightly
but it still moves

who cares if the things really isn't that well written,
and the story really doesn't go anywhere,
that is what makes it such a beautiful book
the desire to escape the monotony of life and live your dreams
suncrested by a gorgeous sunset or starlit skies
the search for oneself and one's country
crossing over this land of ours

I never understood why most of the girls I know
never liked the book, I mean I have yet to know a girl who
actually liked the book.
I guess I can understand it is a very mascu-centro
(I think I just made that word up) book

I mean, this was the first book since "a catcher in the rye"
that actually made me enjoy and in general "want" to read
(and travel for that matter)

"...all jedi had were a bunch of muppets"

anyways here's one of my favorite lines in the book

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

...“On The Road”

burn your freak {flag} higher!

can you believe this bullshit they are trying to sell us
that they can't release "secret evidence" because it is "secret"
there is an american citizen jailed in saudi arabia
for terrorist ties but no one not even his lawyers
can look at the evidence the justice department
has against him. The guy's mom has been trying to
get him out of a saudi arabian jail for 2 years now.

There are even reports that the guy was tortured by FBI agents
and had his fingernail ripped off

man, that pisses me off, aren't we supposed to lead by example
in this world of evolving democracies ?

come on kids, become democratic just like us
and you can see your freedom get washed away
with your fingernails

I mean it brings up the over-talked debate in why
we consider saudi arabia and it's kings allies
but iran and their religious leaders are terrorists

didn't all the 9-11 bombers come from saudi arabia anyways???

to hear an npr special on this "secret evidence" case
click here .

we're not hitchhiking anymore..we're riding! 

Wake up lou...She was way out of your league...

Falling back into blogland and it has been sometime
since I have been able to crawl inside this shell

man, I feel so distant, so disconnected from the daily blog life
bring me back, bring me back

it really does
become an established part of you and your life

I am campaigning to bring more bloggers into the mix
we need this biodome to grow fella's

everyone bring in at least one new blogger
and watch this community grow

my trip to california was amazing and
I have many a story to tell about it,
but am still processing it

one great highlight to get a taste of our mischief

Emmett, lee, josh, and myself all decided
to go to the brass monkey to do a little karoke'ing
when to our surprise who do we see wasted
and singing frank sinatra tunes
but the one and only seth mcfarlane.
(I remember telling this to j-lo and he was like
"you mean the dude that use to illustrate spideman comics
that guy was awesome..."
(actually, we may be the only ones who get that joke)

anyways 6 corona's later and trying to woo a table full of
nursing students who just failed their exams and needed some
consoling, we all decide to take off(josh)
(why did we do that again?)

where upon I decided it would be a great idea to try and ride
one of LA's finest police bikes...
all I wanted to to do was wear his helmet

the sheer fact that I didn't get arrested was a miracle.