<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356</id><updated>2011-11-02T14:52:47.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><subtitle type='html'>News, information, and thoughts that interest me and likeminded people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-115677931083376574</id><published>2006-08-28T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:35:10.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you and why are you taking my picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/2370/1600/Photog-at-walkmen-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/2370/320/Photog-at-walkmen-show.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl was at the Walkmen show at McCarran Park Pool yesterday (Aug 27th) and sat on the stage taking pictures of the crowd.  Tons and tons of pictures.  I'm in at least 10 of them.  Photographers at these shows are nothing new really theres bunches of em.   When one of the other photo-bloggers moved away from there own perch this girl sat in there spot and continued to take many more pictures which inspired a few how-dare-you! looks from some adorable hipster girls.   Well I thought I should put up a shot of her on my incredabley unpopular blog and not only that but you can practically see her vag.  Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-115677931083376574?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/115677931083376574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=115677931083376574' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/115677931083376574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/115677931083376574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-are-you-and-why-are-you-taking-my.html' title='Who are you and why are you taking my picture?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114463552064099274</id><published>2006-04-09T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:18:40.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kurt Cobain must be rolling around in his grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.historylink.org/db_images/kc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.historylink.org/db_images/kc2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nirvana fans got a jolt recently when Courtney Love announced that she had sold a quarter of her large share of the band's publishing rights. Across the Internet, nails were collectively bitten: What would become of Nirvana's music, largely untouched by television commercials and movies? Would "Smells Like Teen Spirit" finally suffer the insult of being used to promote the deodorant it once mocked?   &lt;a name="secondParagraph"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ms. Love, the widow of Kurt Cobain, promised restraint. "We're going to remain very tasteful," she told Rolling Stone, adding enigmatically that the deal would "take Nirvana places it's never been before." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One place Cobain has surely never been before is the action-figure section of your local comic book or toy shop. But just as Ms. Love made her announcement, news was spreading around the Web that a plastic figurine, designed to resemble a slouching Cobain, complete with blue, left-handed Fender, had been created by a New Jersey company called the National Entertainment Collectibles Association, and would go on sale in June.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taste is a strange thing to bring up when marketing the Nirvana legacy. Since Cobain killed himself 12 years ago, the band's vaults have been plundered relentlessly, leaving me feeling less like a fan than a mere bundle of dollar bills in the eyes of Nirvana's record company and Cobain's estate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cobain's journal doodlings were published as a weighty coffee-table book; I bought it, shrugged and promptly shelved it. Then came the compilation albums, sprinkled with just enough rarities to entice a collector, and released with unjoyful regularity in the holiday shopping seasons of 2002, 2004 and 2005. Now comes Cobain the doll. And more than the box sets, more than the innumerable T-shirts and posters, a seven-inch statuette is the ultimate commodification. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would it have made Cobain scream? I can't be so sure. It's tempting to remember Cobain as an anticommerical scourge, ridiculing the music business by giving one song the sarcastic title "Radio Friendly Unit Shifter." But he did sign a contract with a major record label, and, as Ms. Love knows, he also kept a close watch on his publishing royalties. For a band that seemed to break all the rules while still profiting from the game, it might never be possible to have a "tasteful" legacy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the doll? It looks remarkably lifelike. Joel Weinshanker, the president of National Entertainment Collectibles Association, said that his company had the full cooperation of the Cobain estate, and that at one point he received a photograph of Cobain's daughter, Frances Bean, with an instruction: "She has Kurt's chin. Make the chin like hers."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the NY Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114463552064099274?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114463552064099274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114463552064099274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114463552064099274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114463552064099274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/04/kurt-cobain-must-be-rolling-around-in.html' title='Kurt Cobain must be rolling around in his grave'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114247342302906676</id><published>2006-03-15T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T20:43:43.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Craigslist = Fun!</title><content type='html'>You were the mugger/robber at Awkatukee theatres two nights ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the man who robbed you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you honestly expect me to just hand over my wallet to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a foot taller than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you honestly expect me to be scared of your kitchen knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you peed yourself when I opened my trunk and cocked a shotgun in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you honestly expect me to let you call my girlfriend a whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the money from your wallet to buy her some New Years lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw your clothes in the dumpster behind Best Buy, across from the theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still tied with jumper cables to the handicapped sign pole?  I hope not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the use of your credit card. You can get away with not showing identification at Safeway, Chevron, and many other places. You just saved me a fortune on alcohol for New Years, groceries for two weeks at least, and I also got a full take of gas. I also bought myself some New Year’s cologne from the mall, ate a sensible lunch at Subway, and my girlfriend wanted some shoes at Saks Fifth Avenue; and I renewed both our gym passes. Then, it was maxed out, and I was sad. I think it was the shoes that did that. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold your gold jewelry to a pawn store in Tempe, one plaza down from the 99 cent store. Same for your diamond (and it was real, to think I doubted you) stud earring. I stuffed the money from those items in the crippled children’s jar at 7/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think your knife might be in the street still, or the parking lot where you tried to rob me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr. Robber, the next time you try to mug a 6’8, 230 pound, man who grew up middle class white trash, please, think twice. My kind, doesn’t like your kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact we hate everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who robbed a robber.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- START CLTAGS --&gt; &lt;!-- DO NOT EDIT these unless you're really feeling brave and want your posting messed up.  You have been warned. --&gt; &lt;ul style="margin-left: 0px; padding-left: 3px; list-style-type: none; list-style-image: none; list-style-position: outside;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;!-- CLTAG GeographicArea=Happy New Year. --&gt;this is in or around Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; --  &lt;!-- CLTAG null --&gt;it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114247342302906676?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114247342302906676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114247342302906676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114247342302906676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114247342302906676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-of-craigslist-fun.html' title='Best of Craigslist = Fun!'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114238563740534595</id><published>2006-03-14T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:23:08.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.appealinggifts.com/images/porterhouse-steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.appealinggifts.com/images/porterhouse-steak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know the drill. Every 14th of February you get the chance to display your          fondness for a significant other by showering her with gifts, flowers,          dinner, shows and any other baubles that women find romantic. Every Valentines          day you rack your brains for that one special, unique gift that will show          your wife or girlfriend that you really do care for them more than any          other. Now ladies, I'll let you in on a little secret; guys really don't          enjoy this that much. Sure seeing that smile on your face when we get          it right is priceless, but that smile is the result of weeks of blood,          sweat and consideration. Another secret; guys feel left out. That's right,          there's no special holiday for the ladies to show their appreciation for          the men in their life. Men as a whole are either&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.georgetown.edu/faculty/irvinem/visualarts/Image-Library/Delvoye/Blow-2-cibachrome-2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.georgetown.edu/faculty/irvinem/visualarts/Image-Library/Delvoye/Blow-2-cibachrome-2001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too proud or too embarrassed          to admit it.       &lt;p&gt;Which is why a new holiday has been created.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;March 14th is now officially "Steak and Blowjob Day". Simple,          effective and self explanatory, this holiday has been created so you ladies          finally have a day to show your man how much you care for him.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;No cards, no flowers, no special nights on the town; the name of the          holiday explains it all, just a steak and a BJ. Thats it. Finally, this          twin pair of Valentine's Day and Steak and Blowjob Day will usher in a          new age of love as men everywhere try THAT much harder in February to          ensure a memorable March 14th!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The word is already beginning to spread, but as with any new idea, it          needs a little push to start the ball rolling. So spread the word, and          help bring love and peace to this crazy world. And, of course, steak and          BJ's. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;       This is from &lt;a href="http://www.steakandbjday.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114238563740534595?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114238563740534595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114238563740534595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114238563740534595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114238563740534595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114211249150785951</id><published>2006-03-11T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:28:11.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music from the nether regions of the internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yuuka.kaz7.tv/girl-guitar-9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://yuuka.kaz7.tv/girl-guitar-9.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the band &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Irving&lt;/span&gt; is a poppy little number called &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/mperpetua/.Public/irving_jennothingmatters.mp3"&gt;Jen, Nothing Matters To Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synths, and some echo-y guitar.  It reminds me of The Cure but less 80's sounding which is probably due to a lack of Robert Smith singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mood for something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely &lt;/span&gt;different?   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DAT Politics&lt;/span&gt;.  This song is called &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/mperpetua/.Public/datpolitics_turnmybrainoff.mp3"&gt;Turn My Brain Off&lt;/a&gt;. Electronic, maximalist, catchy-as-fuck, I'm on drugs type music.  Morning music for morning people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're in the mood for something in between try Junior Bloomsday - &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/mperpetua/.Public/jrbloomsday_perfgene.mp3"&gt;Your Perfect Gene&lt;/a&gt;.  No one should ever expect to hear a rap cameo turn up in a sweet shoegazing synthpop song like this, but Cadence Weapon materializes out of nowhere in the final third of this track and pulls it off as though it was the most normal thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114211249150785951?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114211249150785951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114211249150785951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114211249150785951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114211249150785951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-from-nether-regions-of-internet.html' title='Music from the nether regions of the internet'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114201729380946028</id><published>2006-03-10T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T14:05:19.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queens.edu/undergraduate/philosophy_religion/PhilosophyAthens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.queens.edu/undergraduate/philosophy_religion/PhilosophyAthens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a philosophy test today.   Naturally I waited until the last minute to study for it, and studying was of the utmost importance because the subject matter on the exam is just so specific that the general osmosis of knowledge into my head during class wasn't nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test had 5 detailed questions that only one of which each student was responsible for.  The question we would get would be random. The profesor gave the class all 5 questions during our last class so we had a very good idea what we were in for.  I decided to look up the answers to all 5 questions in my text book and on spark notes in order to answer each question fully.  Thing is I didn't start this whole process until last night at like 11:30 and when I got home I was high as a kite.   I managed to go over fully 2 out of the 5 questions and mad a plan for today before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at fucking 7:30 in the morning and took some adderall to help with the staying awake and general concentration skills.  It worked.  I went over in crazy detail the answers to the remaining 3 questions and wrote them all out on my computer as to make the perfect study sheet for the exam.  Thing is I generally get pretty anxious about tests and adderall isn't really the best thing to be on for that sort of thing so I took some alprozolom (like zanex, it helps relaxation) an hour before actually taking the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my drug intensive plan worked.  I think I did just fine and that I deserve a reward.  I'm totally getting high.  I'm a model for self medication.  Thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114201729380946028?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114201729380946028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114201729380946028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114201729380946028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114201729380946028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-in-life-of-eric.html' title='A day in the life of Eric'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114184765426935770</id><published>2006-03-08T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:54:14.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The People Of Online Poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alcanthang.com/poker/poker-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.alcanthang.com/poker/poker-girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these online poker games that I play we can chat in this little box on the corner of the screen and you can make "friends" with players.  Although it's much more common to make enemys.   Like any poker game there exists a healthy amount of trash talk and because the players are anonymous it's as vulger as possible.   I do admit that I've done it too, I've told many a player that I'd like to skull fuck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be kind of unsurprising that the majority of the people seem to be either seniors (nam_vet72, )  or pot smoking younger guys (Skunkfunk, IMWAYHIGH98).    You also get a bunch of spanish talking players and guys that say "mate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys will try to sweet talk the ladies, it's pretty funny.  I've pretended to be a girl because they tend underestimate you're playing generally.  If there was a way to make myself look like a hot and naive girl in a casino I'd do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114184765426935770?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114184765426935770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114184765426935770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114184765426935770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114184765426935770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/people-of-online-poker.html' title='The People Of Online Poker'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114167038327513645</id><published>2006-03-06T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:43:58.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/956/1600/beck.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6305/956/1600/beck.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/pugarros/AlbumSpace/J28JHME57/Pink+Moon.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear Beck sing a familiar song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/pugarros/AlbumSpace/2Z59VIYSH9/14*2BPink*2BMoon.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if it's not so familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114167038327513645?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114167038327513645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114167038327513645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114167038327513645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114167038327513645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/click-here-to-hear-beck-sing-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114149142888241389</id><published>2006-03-04T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:59:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitchfork Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gawker.com/news/20060303sylvester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gawker.com/news/20060303sylvester.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitchfork reviewer &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/news/village-voice/the-voice-is-even-more-fucked-up-than-usual-157816.php"&gt;Nick Sylvester&lt;/a&gt; was reacently suspended from the Village Voice (rumor has it he collapsed just befor he was suspended)  for fabricating his &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/news/village-voice/get-yer-retracted-voice-cover-story-here-157903.php"&gt;cover story&lt;/a&gt;. He was also asked to resign from his music-reviewing gig at Pitchfork. Nick's having a bad week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at &lt;a href="http://www.gawker.com/"&gt;Gawker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114149142888241389?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114149142888241389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114149142888241389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114149142888241389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114149142888241389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/pitchfork-drama.html' title='Pitchfork Drama'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114143134675192127</id><published>2006-03-03T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:16:03.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aziz Ansari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-155.vo.llnwd.net/00411/55/15/411825155_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://myspace-155.vo.llnwd.net/00411/55/15/411825155_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aziz Ansari is one funny mother fucker.   Originally from South Carolina, Aziz Ansari is a standup comedian based in New York City. He's actually kind of "hot" these days on account of all the press he's getting.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accolade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;New York Magazine included him in the list of the “10 Funniest People You’ve Never Heard of, But Should of.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen him live at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre 3 times now and it was fantastic.  I invite you to watch some of his shit right now and I bet you'll like it so much you'll want to blow him and then you'll be all like "damn, Eric is so good at recommending comedians that I think I want to blow him too."  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(If you are of the male gender replace everything after the word think with "I want to give him money on a regular basis as to provide income for him.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VI3opeSVB4&amp;search=Aziz%20Ansari"&gt;Shittiest Mixtape Boombox Blast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with this one it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmkfO55oO90&amp;amp;search=Aziz%20Ansari"&gt;Shutterbugs Episode 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unmQ6irp8M8&amp;search=Aziz%20Ansari"&gt;Shutterbugs Episode 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owJmWA6RYKk&amp;amp;search=Aziz%20Ansari"&gt;Shutterbugs Episode 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aziz Ansari and Rob Huebel star in "Shutterbugs." Enter the cut throat world of being a talent agent with Bill and Samir.  Written and Created by Aziz Ansari and Rob Huebel  Directed by Jason Woliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LS4xTZUoyCQ&amp;search=Aziz%20Ansari"&gt;   Indie Clerk Assholes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Awesome*&lt;/span&gt; A parody of indie snob record store clerks, shot on location at Other Music in NYC. Starring comedians Aziz Ansari and Andy Blitz, co-written by Jason Woliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally visit the homepage of the man himself at &lt;a href="http://www.Azizisbored.com"&gt;www.Azizisbored.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114143134675192127?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114143134675192127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114143134675192127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114143134675192127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114143134675192127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/aziz-ansari.html' title='Aziz Ansari'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114133939947136295</id><published>2006-03-02T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T17:43:19.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Eugene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eugenemirman.com/images_v2/photos/05_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.eugenemirman.com/images_v2/photos/05_19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Eugene,&lt;br /&gt;I work in the entertainment industry for a design firm that does posters and trailers and junk. I have a lot of pressure on me to sell and bring in work from the big studios.&lt;br /&gt;How can I 1) get the attention of studio executives without kissing ass and 2) Undermine my boss, since he gets all the credit for my work?&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jack:&lt;br /&gt;You have an age old problem. How do you get the people who are above your boss to understand that it's your work that is so valuable?&lt;br /&gt;Frame him for a crime. A fashion crime is easiest, but a real crime is more effective. Speak up in meetings and don't be shy about claiming responsibility for your work. Start more sentences with, "I thought of..." and end with "I am fun at parties."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dear Eugene,&lt;br /&gt;My wife will not let me get her another Women to play with in bed what shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;Elk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Elk,&lt;br /&gt;You can't "get" a woman. That is not how it works, asshole. A woman is made from stuff around house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dear Eugene,&lt;br /&gt;should I leave my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;and go back to my husband&lt;br /&gt;and four children&lt;br /&gt;Zenbaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Zenbaby,&lt;br /&gt;It depends. Do you have love in your heart? You should go back to at least two of the kids. The middle ones. The other two will be fine. The middle kids blame themselves for your separation. Children, in fact, often blame themselves whenever anything goes wrong. I know a kid who thinks the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Middle  East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt; crisis is his fault. (It's not).&lt;br /&gt;Your dilemma basically pits some of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s favorite issues together: lesbianism, motherhood, and marriage. In a way, you are lucky, because what you choose to do will be a blueprint for our government's official policy. Please let me know how it turns out!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hi Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;On my first day at school, I sat down on the playground floor in my grey school shorts onto a wasp which stung the back of my thigh. It made me cry. This attracted lots of attention. I looked up and there were thousands of girls laughing and pointing at me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you think this has anything to do with the fact I now find it difficult to maintain a relationship with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;John &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dear John,&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't think it does. You sound slightly overweight. That's probably the reason. Good luck with everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  Much more at http://www.eugenemirman.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114133939947136295?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114133939947136295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114133939947136295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114133939947136295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114133939947136295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/ask-eugene_114133939947136295.html' title='Ask Eugene'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114131706673160081</id><published>2006-03-02T11:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:31:34.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Cops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/2370/1600/Cop%20In%20A%20Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4401/2370/400/Cop%20In%20A%20Box.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remember how all NYC cop cars used to say "to protect and to serve?"  I liked that at the time.  It made it seem like police presense was a positive thing.   "Oh, they're here to protect and to serve the public."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they have Courtesy, Professionalism, Respect.  That's crap. First off, respect and courtesy are more or less synonyms  and that's kind of redundant and all three of these could really be applied to anything.  Like the mafia for instance. We will respectfully and professionally beat the crap out of you and then arrest you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114131706673160081?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114131706673160081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114131706673160081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114131706673160081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114131706673160081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/nyc-cops_02.html' title='NYC Cops'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114124626507350525</id><published>2006-03-01T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:51:05.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about marijuana tolerance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://teens.drugabuse.gov/images/marijuana_leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://teens.drugabuse.gov/images/marijuana_leaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reacently had a few conversations  about the nature of marijuana tolerance and how it works in comparison with other drugs.   So I've decided to undertake a half-assed fact finding mission to find the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From thehempire written by High Times correspondent Jon Gettman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The architects of marijuana prohibition have long maintained that       tolerance to cannabis means the same thing as tolerance to addictive       drugs like cocaine and heroin - that users need more and more to       get high, driving them to crime and desperation. Now, the federal       government's own research indicates that precisely the opposite       is true. Science has finally caught on to what tokers have known       all along: With marijuana tolerance, you have to smoke less to get       high! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This article is actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; long.  Read more at http://www.thehempire.com/index.php/cannabis/cannabis_plant/marijuana_and_the_brain_part_ii_the_tolerance_factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;From my Drugs and behavior in modern society textbook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;It is frequently reported that experienced marijuana smokers tend to become intoxicated more quickly and to a greater extent than nonexperienced smokers, when exposed to marijuana joints with equivalent THC concentrations.  For many years, this observation suggested that repeated administrations of marijuana was producing sensitization, or reverse tolerance as opposed to lesser sensitivity regular tolerance.  If this were true, then we sould have been faced with the troubling conclusion that marijuana operates in a totally opposite way to any other psychoactive drug considered so far.  Fortunetly when animals or humans are studied in the laboratory, marijuana smoking shows tolerance effects that are consistent and clear-cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One factor involves the slow elimination rate of marijuana.  Regular marijuana smokers are likely to have a residual amount of THC stil in the system.  This buildup of THC would elevate the total quantity of THC consumed with every joint and induce a quicker high.  Once again the impression of sensitization is false; we are actually observing the enhanced effects of an accumulation of THC in the body.  As before, once dosage levels are controlled, the results indicate a consistent pattern of tolerance rather than sensitization.  As a rule, tolerance effects following repeated administrations of THC are greater as the dosage level of THC increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've poked around other various websites in the internet and most of them have short, "coventional" explainations or are so obviously biased with anti-drug propoganda it destroys there credibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My textbooks explaination would explain why people who have never smoked before wouldn't get high there first few times.  After my own first time smoking marijuana I got some sort of godly level of high that I may have experienced one or two times afterwards.  I remember some uncontrolable convultions (kind of like shivering, not like epilepsy) and a few other unexplainable effects.  (I ate some pie, it was crazy)   Of course the reason I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; high that first time was that previously I had gotten "clam-baked."  Basically hung out in a small room and breathed a lot of second-hand smoke that had just barely had an effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've certainly developed a tolerance that allows me to smoke and still be totally functional.  Do I need greater and greater quantities to achieve the same level?  No.  Do I ever get as high as those first few times regardless of how much I've smoked?  No.  I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114124626507350525?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114124626507350525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114124626507350525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114124626507350525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114124626507350525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth-about-marijuana-tolerance.html' title='The truth about marijuana tolerance'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114122657983230630</id><published>2006-03-01T09:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:16:11.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside American Apparel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.shaw.ca/corap/images/american-apparel-8312-invisi-thong-lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://members.shaw.ca/corap/images/american-apparel-8312-invisi-thong-lrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if anyone else has felt the same way as me but American Apparel Ads seem to have the most fuckable girls ever in these highly suggestive positions that I can't get enough of.  If there was a library full of these pictures I'd be all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've just discovered that working as a model at American Apparel isn't all that far from the porn industry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In their sexual harassment suits, two of the women accuse Dov Charney (Montreal entreprenuer and founder of the company) of exposing himself to them. One claims he invited her to masturbate with him and that he ran business meetings at his Los Angeles home wearing close to nothing. Another says he asked her to hire young women with whom he could have sex, Asians preferred. All describe him using foul language in their presence, much of it demeaning to women. Says Keith A. Fink, an attorney for one of the women suing: 'The work environment there makes Animal House look like choir practice.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't help Charney's case that his stores are papered with Penthouse and Oui magazine snapshots and that he happily admits to having sex with his employees. Nor does it help that he brags about his penchant for masturbating in front of women. So much so, that he masturbated in front of reporter Claudine Ko while she interviewed him for Jane magazine. Ko reports in Jane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Can I?' he says adjusting himself in his chair. And thus begins another compulsive episode of what Dov likes to call "self-pleasure," during which we casually carry on our interview, discussing things like business models, hiring practices and the stupidity of focus groups. 'Masturbation in front of women is underrated,' Dov explains to me later over the phone. 'It's much easier on the woman. She gets to watch, it's a sensual experience that doesn't involve a man violating a woman, yet once the man has his release, it's over and you can talk to the guy.' Soon enough he loosens his Pierre Cardin belt. 'Are you going to do it again?' I ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company is well known for having americans doing the labor as opposed to overseas sweatshops.  But they have quite a bit of turbulence due to union in-fighting.   None the less since 2001, American Apparel has doubled its revenue every year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114122657983230630?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114122657983230630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114122657983230630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114122657983230630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114122657983230630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/03/inside-american-apparel.html' title='Inside American Apparel'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114117928309261544</id><published>2006-02-28T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:11:31.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See Block Party on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theday.com/gbl/media/dynamic/lrgimages/PEOPLEchappelle1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.theday.com/gbl/media/dynamic/lrgimages/PEOPLEchappelle1216.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAVE CHAPPELLE'S BLOCK PARTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT’S THE PITCH?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Chappelle holds a block party in Brooklyn and invites all his rap buddies, along with some folks from the neighborhood he currently calls home in Ohio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;WILL IT SUCK?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught this at Toronto. Funny. As. Shit. Also, incredible performances from some of the best names in hip hop and R&amp;amp;B, including Mos Def, Kanye West, Talib Kweli, Dead Prez, Erykah Badu, Common, and...wait for it...The Freakin' Fugees!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOW WELL WILL IT DO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of competition from the second frame of “Madea,” but not much. People have been waiting for anything new from Chappelle for a while now. $102mil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(from freewilliamsburg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114117928309261544?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114117928309261544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114117928309261544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114117928309261544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114117928309261544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/02/see-block-party-on-friday.html' title='See Block Party on Friday'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114116914074838595</id><published>2006-02-28T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:25:40.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin Magazine going down the tubes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.magmaweb.com/shop/images/SPIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.magmaweb.com/shop/images/SPIN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was under the impression that Spin was better than ever. At least in the context of artists they cover (more hipsterish these days).   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but, this just in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hartle Media and the McEvoy Group close their acquisition of &lt;i&gt;Spin&lt;/i&gt; magazine Feb. 28, paying well under $5 million for a money-losing title that in headier times -- 1997 -- traded for $42 million.&lt;br /&gt;(from AdAge.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eighth of the price it was 9 years ago.  sad sad sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114116914074838595?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114116914074838595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114116914074838595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114116914074838595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114116914074838595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/02/spin-magazine-going-down-tubes.html' title='Spin Magazine going down the tubes?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23187356.post-114116697453928056</id><published>2006-02-28T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:49:34.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World</title><content type='html'>Hi.  I'm Eric.  This is my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23187356-114116697453928056?l=ericsdigest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/feeds/114116697453928056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23187356&amp;postID=114116697453928056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114116697453928056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23187356/posts/default/114116697453928056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ericsdigest.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-world.html' title='Hello World'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418892470320349672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/53/171381432_57f28c3ea9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
