sometimes, it just better to let things be. as a kid, you had that skinned knee that scabbed over. and you just couldn’t leave it alone. you had to pick at it. it gets a little worse and then you eventually get a scar because you didn’t let it heal right. idiot.
anyone that has been to la casa delYerg has seen that cool spiderweb effect of paint peeling in the living room. it kind of bubbled off of the wall and looked intentional, even though it was just paint that really didn’t feel like sticking. well, last night i was sitting there thinking that if i just peeled one of the pieces away that was basically hanging there, it would look badass.
i was wrong. not only was i wrong, but it didn’t really stop with just that one little piece. i now have about a four foot by two foot space scraped off. and its just the tip of the iceberg. so it looks like either the glitzy gold might be gone altogether, or i am going to have to get another gallon. either way, i have some painting to do…

i just got done watching “into the wild,” the story of chris mccandless. he totally dropped off the grid in pursuit of happiness without worldly belongings in the early 90s. it was amazing how enlightened he was, but at the same time, a little scary with the passion that he chased it. eventually, he became trapped in the wild and died.
it leaves me sitting here and wondering a few different things…
what if i dropped out of society like that? i would do it differently maybe. sell everything i owned and lived off of that. i know there is a sizeable handful of people that would miss me. and that i would miss. but there has to be some sort of cleansing that comes with that kind of journey. an empowerment. to an extent, i can say that i have made that kind of journey with the move that i made down here to charlotte seven years ago. i left a lot of people that i love back in pennsylvania. a few of those relationships have washed away in the distance i feel at times. other times, i can feel the distance pulling us closer and realizing the time we spend together is so sacred.
could i survive on my own out in the wild like that? i highly doubt that. i would probably give myself two weeks out in the wild. nevermind the fact that even a short time with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company and i would go stir crazy inside my head. its odd how sometimes i need to be left alone in order to clear my head and other times i need the interaction so that i can stop what goes on in my mind.
i know i wouldn’t be able to let go of the technology. sitting here and pounding this blog out on the keyboard of my laptop with a wifi connection, i am surrounded by three remotes, an ipod, and my cell phone. all within arms length.
the other thing that i am curious about is how i will be remembered. i know it sounds morbid, but if i were to pass, what thoughts and feelings would people be left with. i know that recent philanthropic pursuits have left me with a warmer feeling in my heart with the impression that i have left on the world. but a realistic look at things leads me to believe that it would just be a bunch of drinking stories with memories that are diluted by the very alcohol that fueled them. maybe there would be some funny stories or a handful of stupid blogs that nobody ever read on here and other online pursuits.
i don’t know. you should really see the movie.

i love a good juke joint. a place that you can go in and leaf through the selections to find some classics. some pearl jam ten, some old beasties, a little johnny cash. the essentials. but with al gore and his invention of the internet, it was only a matter of time before someone hooked a jukebox up to the internet where people could pay to download songs for everyone to hear. kind of nice to have that kind of catalog at your fingertips, but it also opens you up to anyone’s taste. which isn’t always good.
a few weeks ago i joined a bowling league. good times on a thursday night. its a lot of us twenty to thirty somethings just tossing back a few beers and chucking the bowling ball down the lane in between. just a nice night of the week to blow off some steam. but then it starts…
one man’s mission to torture the masses with his poor taste in music. actually, they were middle of the road songs. songs that if they came on the radio, you might not change it, but by no means do they make your top 25 on your ipod. and its also that he plays the same songs every week. not just that, but he plays “sultans of swing” by dire straights four times a night. i wish i was kidding. the level of douchebaggery associated with such a move is immeasureable.
people like this guy do not understand that not everyone shares the amusement with such situations. the thing about jukeboxes is that they are in public. where strangers usually intermingle. that being the case, not everyone knows everybody. so not everyone knows that you are maybe trying to be funny. or that not everyone knows of your tone deafness. or not everyone knows that you are missing the gene for good taste. or not everyone knows that you live in your own little world.
i was once in a bar where someone thought that it was funny to play every song by michael jackson that was downloadable on the jukebox. when i was in fifth grade, i would have been overjoyed. sitting there with my thriller trading cards and screaming out a “who!” along with the king of pop. but then he turned white and his life became a multi-million dollar after school special and i was no longer in awe of his musical catalog.
so let’s treat this unorganized and questionably retarded diatribe as a public service announcement. when you drop the quarter in the machine, look around the room and realize your audience.

so, in a move of shear boredom, i started moving all my old blogs from myspace to here. some of it has that myspacey feel to it or references to blogs and bulletins and that whole world. silly shit. but some of it is cool to go back and read over. so go on back through and read up if you feel so inclined. lets all just keep in mind that i am no shakespeare or jack kerouac…

i don’t want to crawl anymore. this is going to be one of those deep philosophical and ambiguous blogs. probably not, but it would be cool if it was, wouldn’t it?

last weekend i decided to push for self induced retardation by doing the RAIN foundation amazing race bar crawl. at least seven shots and a handful of beers. then i had a nightcap of about a half dozen PBRs and one shot of tequila at the thirsty beaver. took me a few days to recover.

this weekend, it was the rich and bennett st. patrick’s day bar crawl. late night friday night made for an interesting start at 11am. first of all, who in their right mind does pregame for a bar crawl?! a bar crawl that lasts from 1pm until like, 10pm?! that is ten hours of drinking! “no, no, no. that is not enough. we should start two hours early.” ingenius.

you are going to have to check out jetdrytacos.com over the next few days to see the clips of the rabbi and i doing it up.

and as if that wasn’t enough, i made my way to puckett’s to see the amazing south 85. long day.

to top it all off, somewhere along the line, i lost my glasses. giorgio armani prescription glasses. gonzo. so i have a week of headaches ahead of me while i wait for the new specs.

so, no more crawling. not from bar to bar. and not in life. all those motivation cliches apply here. a lot of what i have done up until this point in my life hasn’t be proactive. its been reactive. its time i take control.

its been forever and a day since i have been on this site, so i am not really sure what the hell all you visitors have been looking at. i look at my drafts section and there are four blogs started that never received the proper treatment or the proper burial. after such a hiatus, whatever is written here should be momentus. its not going to be. its just me filling a space to bridge the gap between my previous drivel and my new drivel. if i can go back and remember what impulses were firing on the previous four blogs, i will finish them. otherwise, i probably saved you from something tragic.
i am coming back to theYerg.com because i have felt lately that between beards beCAUSE and JetDryTacos i have lost a little bit of my identity. i am either the other beard guy or the other taco guy everywhere we go. so, its back to theYerg. and why the hell not?!
let’s see what is new? job is motoring right along. family is in a little bit of a shamble format, but still functioning. sort of. still chronically single. we are looking for a cure, but its a little grim. i didn’t burn the house down yet. still don’t have a dog (had one for 18 hours, but that exceeded my level of commitment to someone that wanted to bite me. i know i have dated some women that had the same pension…). the MINI still runs even though some assclown hit me in it the other week causing over a thousand beans of damage. so its just business as usual. stay tuned and we will get you up to speed…

it is currently sunny and 65 degrees outside in charlotte. i should be outside enjoying it. but instead, i am laying in bed with a head ache and the bubble guts. my eyes opened for the first time today at 3:11… PM. what the fuck. i started last night by buying some art from the beautiful amanda wallace at dolce vita. a few barbaresco’s and i was on my way. then up to puckett’s farm equipment to see the tremors and the straight 8’s with nick and lex. insane show. still cannot believe the drummer from the straight 8’s played standing up. a few coor’s banquet beers held me over. then to the thirsty beaver to see an amalgam (i think that is a word) of friends. a seemingly large contingent of which followed back to la casa delYerg to play guitar hero on the wii, pass around moonshine, and for some reason come at each other with a plastic serving spoon. this went on until 6am. my body hates me. namely my liver and brain, but the rest is in cahoots.

last night was kind of a re-releasing party for me i think. its time for Yerg2.0. i feel like i have lost a little of my identity in the last few months between JetDryTacos and beards beCAUSE. and while being that beard guy or the other taco dude is nice, jared is cool too.

as long as its not that ass clown from subway. congrats on staying normal for ten years douche bag. i have done that too, give me a commercial and millions of dollars.

but i digress. i have a lot of things that i want to do. its time to start doing them. making 2008 another year of theYerg…