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            <title>Little Things</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Last night I arrived in Tampa which is my new home for the next week.  The long jouney to Australia seems like a blink of an eye in retrospect.  The order of events there and back. Laundry is drying, get a call to be at the airport immediately, Winter snow storm, throw entire load into suitcase, catch cab to JFK, Flight cancelled, rebook ticket on competitor airline in order to make connection,  6hour flight from JFK, to LAX, In LA,  find out my original flight wasn't cancelled, late night calls to band manager in order to reinstate the original reservation which had been cancelled cause I wasn't on my uncancelled flight, nail biting, placed on hold, helpful counter person, paitence, Stuart Bogie, reservation reinstated, 14 hours to Brisbane, 5 hour flight to Perth, Beers in van, Ben Newby, 2 hour van ride to Busselton, Amaroo Hotel, long awaited shower, Very disorriented, Burping up airplane breakfast lunch and dinner, Night off at the Wombu Festival, free beers and food, back to the hotel.....to be continued.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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            <title>The Perfect Temperature for Life</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Life is such a delicate circumstance.<br />Only the perfect conditions can create life as we know it.  On other planets we may not recognize life.  because we are so curious to find ourselves or something similar.  The mysteries of chemistry will continue to boggle us. Why are we on this planet? What makes us breathe?  Why do we become hungry roughly three time a day? I was just standing on a balcony at the ritz carlton in orlando, florida.  Looking up at the night sky I thought about the delicate combination of elements needed to come together for life.  I also thought about how destructive we can be to ourselves under this condition.  People that are in tune with the magnitude of this miracle often rush themselves to death.  Blurred by the conditions they call life they drink, smoke, eat the wrong stuff and ignore the <br />magnitude of the miracle.  As far as the hubble can see we don't see ourselves out there. But we are and things are and only a fool believes that we are a the only thing "living" in this universe.  Ok gotta eat this burger.  Hope you are expanding your horizons!<br /><br />Have a great night!<br /><br />Eric]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Some people have pain in the ass written on there face</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Imagine you are in the retail industry.  Whether you are selling tickets or sweaters.  You will run into people that are a pain in the ass.  For all I know you might be one.  If you think you might be one please keep reading.  You probably have a weird walk if you are a female you would be taking short fast step, if you are a male your probably stopping alot then walking really fast in intervals.  You like to feel a sense of entitlement.  LIke you somehow know more or deserve more than the rest of us cattle.  See in this world you can be a normal human if you let go of these high expectations.  You can resume your pain in the ass tendencies when you get back together with your other pain in the ass friends.<br />Then you guys can do what ever you want.  I can spot a pain in the ass a mile away.  It's pretty easy  just look for a walking butt hole.  From a distance you can see this person probably never felt love on any level. I feel sorry about that that's very sad for me.  But if that person could recognize that being a pain in the ass is keeping them from that then I'd be happy.<br />So if you find yourself asking to many questions you are veering toward increasing the stock value of over the counter pain killers.  Listen to the rest of the world save yourself from asking redundant questions and be like cattle in a cattle environment.  Otherwise I might have to treat your for mad cow disease.<br /><br />Have a great day sucka!<br />Eric]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Eyes and Ears</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[I woke up this first to the sound of 300 elementary children talking to each other about how many levels they beat on the kung fu panda video game. Actually it happens every morning for about an hour.  On top of the pre-pubescent hum, there is the principal that speaks with an electronic megaphone.  She has a brooklyn tinge to hear voice, although I've never seen her I'm imagining she looks like Fran Drescher.  Anyway, my point is there should be a volume tax in this world.   In most cases we pay to hear something like a concert or a book on tape.  But so many people in this work make annoying inconsiderate sounds on others expense.  Myself included!  But for fun, lets say you have a yappy little dog that loves to bark every time a little leave blows by the window.   You should pay a tax for owning a dog that has barking tendencies.  Local governments could set up radar/microphone vans that ride through your hood and anonymously tag you like a facebook photo.   Who's in?<br />I'm just venting!<br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><br />Eric]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Street level</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Less is more. Always has been and always will be.  One of the biggest challenges in life is to preserve what little we have.  Whether it's the earths water or your favorite pair of designer jeans.  Splurging on random things is often a side effect of stress.  Thank god for stress or our economy wouldn't be doing so well.  Sarcasm.<br />Impulse, Ideas, Inspiration, Involuntary farting, all fall in the same category of fun.  Fun equals shopping, living, dreaming, until you wear your dream once and put it in the closet where it ages like tequila, you might even get a worm in it.  Most clothing makes nice bedding for street animals.  Once I saw an alley cat with a coach handbag in it's mouth.   So I followed it into the basement of this building, down the urine smelling stair case, through a maze of corridor into an out of commission pool.  It was in a old abandon school.  I lit a match to see where I was stepping and kill some of the smell.  The tiniest bit of light from one match ignited the kaleidoscope of shimmering feline eyes.  I began to feel the tiny warm pulsation of  little cat faces sniffing my feet.  I guess it wasn't the day to explore the bowels of manhattan with flip flops on.  The smell of ammonia was too strong so I back tracked out when I got out, I looked down at my feet and passed out.  I'm not sure how long I was out but when I woke there was a blonde model gently wiping my brow with a perfume infused hanky.  The was actually nothing wrong with my feet but I had to check for poop.  I think I fainted because I was finally getting oxygen again. The model helped me up here name was irene from russia.  She took me to her studio where she gave me a flowery tea called hibiscus.  I could feel my lips getting redder and redder from the flowery die.  So I kept taking bold sips so when Irene returned from the the kitchen she would laugh at my Kool-aid smile.  So when came back with two mediterranean tuna sandwiched on pumper nickel rye with a cold claussen pickle and some spicy kettle chips I looked up at her and she giggled and told me I have red all over my face.  I said really?  After stuffing my face   I politely thanked her for her hospitality and let myself out.  I was back on track feed and water there was only one way to go from here and that was up!<br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><br />Chachi Mulletino]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Thoughts on Music</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Hmm, I wonder why music is being illegally downloaded.  Maybe because radio stations suck so bad.<br />The flood gates will now need to be forgotten about because the hungry ears are eating for free.  It's all about eating. where there is food there is love.  food equals love.  You always know you are gonna get food at grandma's house.  When you're hungry you follow your natural way first depending on your family who for the most part will love you unconditionally and feed you.  The same is with music.  Artists that you love become apart of your fantasy family. you look up to them for lyrics you can relate to or for a melody that can change the way you feel  Like when Michael Jackson passed away.  Lots of people felt like they lost a family member.  My feeling about music is if you are hungry for music you should be able to get some for free from you favorite artist.  Like a family member would feed you.<br />But if you empty the fridge without throwing some money on the table.  You might go to hell.<br /><br />A friend of mine told me that he's been to hell.  I think he said it was like being in a loaded johnny on the spot,  dangling over Niagara Falls by a crane with a Richard Simmons audio tape on loop and the headphone were super glued to his ears.  <br /><br />Joking...kidding ha ha ha!!!!!!<br />Take the old turkey!!!!<br /><br />Have a great day!<br /><br />Eric<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ericbiondo.bandcamp.com">http://www.ericbiondo.bandcamp.com</a>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Dream Control</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Last night I went to bed feeling very pointless.  Just another nights sleep.  I actually started to think of depressing thoughts.  Then I realized  I have to be going to bed thinking of positive things.  The first thing that came to mind was candy.   Probably because it's colorful.  Then I thought of the act of praying.  I remember as a kid I would say my prayers and include everyone I loved.  Then I had an idea, a positive goal, and now I can't remember it, but I started looking deep in the blackness of my mind and see colorful forms that would rapidly disappear.  A minute would pass between these occurrences.  They were like my dream mechanism warming up. Like a kaleidoscope these colors and shape would remind me that I have some control over my dreams.  <br /><br />As I got closer to sleep I tried to keep my last conscious thought on the tip of my tongue so when I wake I'm not picking up the pieces everyday/starting from scratch. <br /><br />See if you go to bed with a negative thought you might wake with the same one. You might even live with it for weeks or months or years!  <br /><br />Dream control is away to change your life for the better.  You can call me crazy but if you're sick of waking up on the wrong side of the bed try it. <br /><br />You can start now. Think of a goal that you'd like to achieve. Maybe quit smoking? Or find love? be more open with your feelings?  <br /><br />Now imagine yourself having accomplished that. Take that image to bed with you every night.  expand on it. For example you now have a lover, it's your dream come true, now imagine a dream come true for a couple maybe a house and a family.  Every single day build this fantasy and it will be come a reality.  Plus it's alot more fun than going to bed thinking of your bills and the rash on your feet.   <br /><br />Now a poem<br /><br />Your rash will still be there <br />your bills will be too <br />so pack up your bags and go to the zoo.<br /><br />run from  a squirrel <br />find a clam with a pearl<br />Or go to bed dreaming of a sweet girl<br /><br />Your bath tub is dirty <br />Your landlord is flirty<br />You've got can't pay rent written on your shirty<br /><br />There's poop in your pants <br />It's making you dance<br />You must fix the situation before you find romance.<br /><br />Have a great day!<br />Eric]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>I can wait it out</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[I'm sitting on the couch waiting. I was  in the bedroom waiting but my computer was in the living room so I had to hop on one foot in order to respect the situation.  If i disturb the situation I'll never know the truth. The truth is I'm waiting for an answer. And I think I'm near.  I was lying in bed when the center sole of my right foot started to itch.  Normally you just scratch it. Not me. I'm gonna wait it out. I'm curious to see if it will just go away or if I'll grow so I'm patient I'll have to scratch the old hoof.  I'm fantasizing the reward of  dragging my foot on the carpet. But I think i can make it.  It seems to be lightening up now.  Although it could be an illusion cause now I'm getting an itch somewhere else. It must have been the popcorn shrimp I ate before bed.  How good would if feel to put a tight sock on right now.  That tight elastic band scraping over my flat foot. The itch is now growing more intense.  I really want to scratch it but I'll wait it out.  I've tried to distract myself by imagining the itch is on the other foot. But that didn't work.  It's been about 20 min since it first started. I think the itch area is expanding slowly.  When I look on the bottom of the foot, I see nothing, not even a speck of pepper, shard of glass or raisin. So why is this happening. Maybe if I put my foot out of a car window on the highway I could get some relief. I don't have a car so &*())%$# that idea.  Ok i can't take it any more I'm gonna.....nope I can wait it out.<br /><br />Have a great day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Eritch]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>A growing list of my favorite singer song writers in random order</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Paul Williams, Paul McCartney, Stevie Wonder, David Bazan, John Lennon, Jessie Harris, J Dilla, Paul Simon, Sly and the Family Stone, Oren Bloedow,  Brian Wilson, George Harrison, Hall and Oats, Prince, Jim Croce, Jimi Hendrix, Salim Al Fakir, Stuart Bogie, Rob Jost, Elton John, Seal, Kip Malone, TV on the Radio, Dave Treut, Regina Spektor, Neil Diamond, Carole King, The Bee Gees, John Stewart, Billy Joel, to be continued....]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Making Changes</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[It all comes down to money. You want, you pay.  You can't go into a deli, take a snapple and walk out. If you did you might get caught. If you get caught you'd pay alot more than $2.00.  Especially if I was working the register. Just kidding.<br /><br />My point is that money will always be the scape goat for our problems.  The stress of obtaining and preserving a bunch of shit.  Shit we barely use. Renting space to store it.  But when we go to bed we feel bigger.  BIgger is better.  That's a very old principle. In the near future with nano technology on the brink.  Big shots will be investing in machines that are smaller than a hair follicle and more powerful than a hair follicle.<br />New machines that are injected into your blood and go through your veins removing blockages from all the fast food you ate while you were stressed out over your bills.  I've got a economic stimulus idea.  Let's encourage our children to split they're tasted between american made goods and imports. Oh wait american made goods are so hard to find and boring, especially when in comes to clothing.  I think another way we could stimulate the economy is by making every high school graduate spend a year or two working in America either on a farm, at a prision, on a dock, at an airport,  at a park, etc.  the economy starts with community.  If you battle laziness like me then  you understand the economy.  I have to seriously force myself to get things done. Superior motivation, leadership, charisma, worth, duty are key words that help the economy. Just typing them has made me want to go a stimutlate something. <br /><br />Have a great day,<br />Eric]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate>
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