mundane- girls rule boys drool

It occurred to me that there may be a way to prove the correlation of jaw density and college work in women. As observed on several occasions, early twenty-something-year-old gals going to college that visit the dental office on spring break or summer break from school tend to have a very rigid hyperostosis mandible and lack periodontal ligament, though not from premature formation, but from the effects of the hyperostosis.
In other words, when you clench and grind your teeth, you are making the jaw more dense. A fact is the pressure applied to the bone will increase it's density over a prolonged period. I theorize that the clenching of the jaw from the stress of studying can cause increase in density and make 3rd molar (wisdom teeth) extractions incredibly difficult. I hold this against observations of similar ized women that are not in college and tend to have easy extractions.
One can question further and wonder why this does not occur in males? It is beyond the scope of my observations, but I can reason 1 or 2 things
1) The male jaw is more dense and genetically adaptable to the rigors of adolescent stress relief in the form of grinding and clenching of the teeth.
2) Males don't get as stressed about school as much as females, they don't care.

Women have a far higher pain tolerance than men, I see that every day. Perhaps they don't know their own strength when it comes to grinding their teeth, therefor their body adapts to the stress by making the bone more dense. It may be related to the fact that women are more susceptible to gum recession for the mere fact that they brush more aggressively than men.


hmmmm.... I wonder....
so,
That poor girl. That was the most grusome surgery in 6 months for sure. The cracking noises were awful, and these damn teeth wouldn't budge. I was sucking up blood thinking "Come on motherfucker, let GO!!! Get outta there!" She didn't flinch. If it was a boy, it might be different. I should change out of these bloody scrubs now and get her blood off my face. I'm starving. I'm going to get some pizza.

3 things

I am playing with my favorite 3 piece bands this year all before the half way point. A good indication of a good year.

Eric and the Happy Thoughts (last feb)
Box Elders (Friday at the Vault)
The Pharmacy (May 24th)
Head on Electric (whenever)

Life is good when life is simple. So is music.

Hexagram 28

Something has got to give, "Critical Mass"
I always imagine this as a pimple that comes to a head and ready to pop because that's how my mind works.
Also, I was born on Feb 8th so 28 is my favorite number.


prince on saturday


no glub intended

If I said that you had a heavenly body would you hold it against me?--- "Moon Beamz"

Tonight is a full moon. I don't want to get off on a tangent right away, but I'd like to mention how this reminds me of Dick Wolf, creator of Law and Order, and an all around silly name. Say it like this, "dickwolf." after every episode, then howl.
Last night I was awoken from a dead sleep by a a powerful force sneaking through my window, the light of the moon. Maybe I'm unusually sensitive to it, but whenever there is a moon beam coming through my window and hitting me, I can't sleep. It's like a laser bullet of reflection and reception shot by Thee Goddess with her moon gun, sighted up at my head.
I get to thinking and can't fall back asleep until the beam has passed over my bed. Last night, it was a period of 2 hours or so, like 2-4am, and I started to remember this poem I wrote a little while back. It was written while I was reading a bunch of classic literature and written for "Milady ______" as Edgar Allen Poe would say and, it's about a girl I used to kinda like and crush on, as I would say. But the poem never found it's way to her and sunk into the parts of my brain that are only activated when laying directly in a moon beam. So I'll just give it to y'all instead. I couldn't remember it all, but in was in verse, with no chorus like a song. And it is about the New Moon, which to me is the epitome of a feminine force to make a soul acknowledge the truth of the proverb "absence makes the heart grow stronger." Especially on a night like tonight when even a veil of cumulus hides not her brilliant beauty.

It doesn't have a title, nor is it a song.
But I'll call it "Moon Beams" or "heavenly bodies" and finish it now that it is no longer of the same importance it was when inspired.

New Moon, New Moon Hail to thee,
tonight may I, my true love see
although i even still adore her shadow-


Apollo high and burning bright,
I pray to thee cast down your light
upon her cheek so rosey bright morello-


By Pollux, I but have one wish,
tonight may I, my true love kiss
what ask thee for a sacrifice to guide me?


Oh Alma Venus, smile on me
I place another rose for thee
at your alter so that i may find her-

I'm shooting from the cuff here, but I think I could make a chorus like, something like, umm "waxing..." no, "my heart is waxing to be full of your love." and "wanning...um..my eyes are waning to a close and see you in my dreams." something like that... maybe put "so it seems" at the end of the first line so it rhymes...

anyway, maybe I'll think about this and make it into a song today. It's far to cheesy to be anything but a blogger exclusive... but I'll pick it around. There was a time that writing this poem was important to me, I was sitting in my room in the candle light with an image of "milady _____" and a hootin and a howlin my heart was penned, like a dickwolf for a plump chicken of justice under a New Moon, so I guess it deserves a re-thinkin' at the least.

Today I'll be jammin some new material with my trusty homies, Klarndog, Radams, and J-man. I'll roll some tape for you listeners.

Just 1 More Unial!!!! (Shorty u my boo)

Until my Mayan Birthday, it's on Gregorian's April 17th.

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This is a treat for you baby boo. Luv U Lot

Beeswax, none of yours inc.

Gettin ready for the new wax on Dusty Medical...
Getting excited too...


On Tue, Mar 23, 2010 at 4:45 PM, Christopher <**********@gmail.com>wrote:

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hey, i'd like to expand our "thank you" notes for the At the Gates liner notes ... anybody have anything they want to add?

also, any ideas/changes to artwork should be in to me by this weekend. hopefully we can get everything sent out to press early next week.

word.

"no additions for me: except for

Quetzalcoatl!"


This is cool too

"that picture above me"- this sentence (for now {unrevised})

The largest temple in the world is called Angkor Wat and it is located just a nice bicycle ride outside of Siem Reap Cambodia. Siem Reap (means "Siam reap", "death of Siam" or "Thailand" if you will) is a pretty cool little town. I'd say it's like the Green Bay Wisconsin of Cambodia. It is just a little town, but it holds the location of the Green Bay Packer-worship of Cambodia, the treasure of the land, the fortress that has withheld and defeated several enemies. The bicycles in Siem Reap rent for 1 dollar a day and are very nice, they come with a lock, they are all "girls" bikes but...if there are no "boys" bikes then who gives a shit, right? You can ride your bike as far as you want and the time I rented one was the BEST bike ride I have ever been on in my life, ever.
The Elephant Walk has a song called "Siem Reap Blues" and it's pretty cool little jingle, I think especially because the Elephant Walk came about to be a band that was to tour Cambodia and that's the story of the Elephant Walk really.
So anyway, the title was saying, that picture in the top of the blog is pretty important. It's called "Churning the Eternal Sea of Milk" and it's a Hindu thing. It's a pretty cool story really, I'll tell ya about it briefly.
So the world is this milk, right and then there is ths mountain that comes out of it and in Greek it's MT Olympus, but Hindu was first so it's called Mount Mandarachal and there is a war going on there. It's an island in the middle of the ocean, Like ABS'c TV hit LOST. There are a group of demons and a groups of good guy angels or something and they are playing tug of war for the affection of the human souls. This goes on for a thousand years and then the mountain begins to sink so guess what. Vishnu, freaking Vishnu makes one of Vishnu's first appearances on earth in the incarnation of a tortoise to support the game of tug and war. (do I hear lightbulbs flashing in your Lost Tuesday heads filimenting about the history of the King Wen I Ching symbol, the symbol of Taoism and later the Dharma initiative bringing he Sanskrit back to a full circle in which the Zen Masters failed with the Enso, hahaha?)(or surpassed double haha)
Vishnu says, "wait, have the tug of war game on my shell, Brahma,"
"Yeah"
"Brahma, you are the creator god, you are in charge, you stand on my back and regulate."
The ocean turns from all the craziness and the animals who get too close get sucked up in the whirlpool. Even Alligators. That's it.
It makes a nice engraving on the walls of the world's largest temple, a place where literally every single inch of the world's largest temple walls are engraved.
It makes a nice "Temple Rubbing" as they call it and it makes a nice framed temple rubbing that hangs right above my computer. Every single little time I sit back in my chair and think for a second, I look at the "Churning of the Eternal Sea of Milk," the beginning of creation as depicted by the greatest artist to ever engrave the halls of the largest temple in the world. You can bring your own paper and chalk and get a really shitty engraving by yourself, (what I did for a second) or you can pay a homeless guy 50 cents and he will give you a masterpiece rubbing of a masterpiece engraving in CHARCOAL on pressed rice paper that is like 75lb stock. I have a bunch more that I'd like to give away, anyone needs one. A true innovation of creativity. Thanks "Sea of Milk" to continue to inspire me every time I slightly look up. Keep it up "good guys." There is this cool bridge where you cross to get to some other cool temples and to cross it, on the western side is these bid demon statues playing tug of war, on the east, the good guys, mainly decapitated by museum hunters, but you get the idea by half of them that exist that it is a struggle to live in this world and creation is quite the process and so on...

usually these pictures aren't mine, but this time they are.



"you reap what you sew"

by the way, climbing around in the temple might be the best thing in the whole entire world. Totally worth it. Climbing the spires is very dangerous but makes a cool photo.

have my people contact your people things

Big Day today
Going to the fortress to write some new summer jams+
Making a media package thing for generic motorcycle guitar man tour stuff*
Working on my motorcycle^
Fuel first

Have my people contact your people things er...hmmm what is it now?

+coming soon so I can play them this summer

*just added: shows in Lacrosse/(Holmen? I think it is), Rochester MN, Sister Bay DC, and MADELINE FUCKING ISLAND ON THE 4TH OF JULY!!!!

^Check my custom machine!

• Custom Machine by The Beach Boys

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Mundane Head Wounds

Today I met a man and he made his index finger and thumb into a gun and pointed it to his temple where slithered a large scar from one side of his face to the other like a giant worm in apple, like the movie Face Off staring "the Cage" and "Travolta," like if you were only interested in the opening sequence of a video game because it's like a movie where a laser takes a man's identity away because he is in the future now and if he is recognized as a rebel it would be a threat to national security - kind of scar and says to me as his fingers move a trajectory of exit through the other side of the head the other temple and he said as his finger left the side of his head and fell through the sky he said to me "I got shot in the head once and it didn't hurt as much as this toothache man" and it was really fascinating- I thought over lunch.

Couple a two tree tings

Making plans for a solo tour this early summer. Here's my idea - get my guitar/tambo/harp- and a bunch of songs and get on my motorcycle and play where they'll have me. Don't know where yet though I reckon
Duluth
Green Bay
Minneapolis
Detroit ish
Indy
Can my bike get me to Huntsville? New Orleans? hmmm

I've been inspired lately, and I suppose I'd like to inspire myself further with a motorcycle guitar tour theme. Like, I don't know, Lighthouses. Or BBQ. Or Bald Eagles -just off the top of my head. Hey that's a pun.

Also, this weekend was incredible. I mean really amazing. Enlightening and inspiring and filled with laughs and smiles. One of those times when you realize that out of all the stuff in the universe, it seems like it is mostly good stuff. 2 back to back amazing shows, I can't think of a true highlight but this was cool: So I'm sitting around in the living room with the Perennials and I tell them Chris sent me an email saying we should play "The Letter" by the Box Tops and play it tonight as an Alex Chilton tribute. And of course we won't have time to learn it as a band so we should learn it on our own and figure it out on stage. So we're here in the living room jamming this song in like 10 different versions, sometimes Chris (perennials Chris) is playing guitar, sometimes I am, sometimes Alex is and meanwhile the 3rd member of the band, Ryan the drummer is sitting there with a big smile on his face, just loving it. After a while he cuts in and says reluctantly, "I know this sounds cheesy, but it's the honest to god truth." He goes on to tell us that if it weren't for that song he wouldn't have been born. His mom and dad were dating, they split up and his dad moved across the country. She wrote him a letter and what it said wasn't clear, but he went to the record store and bought that single. He played it over and over with this letter in his hand, thinking hard I suppose, listening and hearing something and he was like, "Yeah! Listen Mister can't you see I got to get back to my baby once more." and he quit whatever he was doing and moved back and got the girl and the rest is history.
As we started out set in Madison, we jangled through that song and invited the Perennials to sing, though only one came up. Ryan. And he grabbed the mic with both hands and sang the first song of the night for us with a mighty smile and a fine response.
That story really touched me. I do what I do so that someday there might be a story like that. Just to really reach someone right in the heart, change a man, make somebody laugh, make someone dance, make someone think about a good memory, that's what I like to sing about too. That's all.
"gnight babe (with a smile and wink)" - Chris (Perennials Chris)

Great day in the living room with the some fellow Hoosiers

Even if my body was cold
and dead
you'd still be in my head
darlin oooh

Sitting around, watching the tourny, playing guitar and harp, writing songs, singing and banging and learning this song in particular for tonight- practice it for the first time on a rowdy stage and hope it doesn't fall apart


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQaUs5J2wdI

fucking hipsters always making Capicola sandwiches and sharing them with the other hungry leaches

http://www.salon.com/life/pinched/2010/03/15/hipsters_food_stamps_pinched/index.html

vs.

http://theactivist.org/blog/hipsters-food-stamps-and-the-politics-of-resentment

Maybe I'll think about this today when I am eating sausages purchased by food stamps from my friend Erik, who in turn will make all the sausages on a hot grill for all who will atend a hipster basement show.
Or maybe I'll think about it next time I'm at metro market with my friend Adam cruising the deli for the best sandwich stuffers and talking about the importance of sharing the wealth of the system with your friends.
Or maybe I'll think about it when my friend Ben makes an entire chicken on a grill marinated with homade jerk seasoning and invites me over for dinner 2 times a week.
Chances are I won't though, cause I love my friends, and I love their food, and I love that they share it with me and anyone else.
I am not on food stamps and don't mind what you buy with 'em really. As long as you share it with me, then I got your weird hipster back that is certainly adorned with a flannel or greasy type of shirt.
Thank the lord there is people in this world that can operate in this level of negativity while keeping a positive outlook on the world and spreading the love like my dear friends and the food we eat together.

buy my flowers

Spring brings the rains
wash away the Winter's pain
every season comes to an end

Pulse on the Beat / "Blind Flower Girl" is growing up

I look forward to Sundays. Sunday afternoons are lazy Sunday afternoons with the Midwest Beat. Sunday afternoons are messing around with good friends and good instruments and good ideas. Sunday afternoons are lit up by chardonnay and red sheets over the lights in the basement, and cigarettes and sunbeams outside. Lydia is always whoopin up something smelling good in the kitchen on a Sunday afternoon. Sunday afternoons kitties plotting to come inside the practice room -tip toeing like a pair of brothers trying to steal dad's beer- but once they realize how disturbing is is, they spit it out and run away. There is always something to talk about on Sunday, always light hearted jokes and serious business, well as serious as you can get on a lazy stone Midwest Beat Sunday.
Yesterday we spent our time practicing writing 3 new songs. We are recording in the studio in a few weeks and need to start working on (writing) new material. Yesterday, Logan, Matt and I all brought songs that were part written and taught them to each other. This is my favorite process of writing songs, it's almost too easy.
It gets played through, everyone accompanying along and instantly picking up the notes. The details get talked about briefly, "You go to a minor key here." "Ride this note for twice as long." "Pick it out here, arpeggio, and I'll play this to accompany it" "I need some help on the intro, what should we do?"
Then it gets played through again, making mental notes of smaller sounds and cues etc, then we record it as a demo. The Sunday Midwest Beat Official Practice Studio Recorder is a little one speaker mono tape player, standard elementary school issue. Great sounds in that little mic.
Here's a really really ruff song of "Blind Flower Girl" growing up before your very eyes, pun intended.
This song was just a baby song minutes before we recorded it- Never played by the Midwest Beat- just an idea. In a matter of playing through it once and learning it, I'd say it's just a teenager now, but it will reach maturity before we get in the studio again. -just a late bloomer.

"Do they weep?
Dew they weep.
Do the essence of their mother they keep?
Dew they weep?
Weep they do."

Overhaul - last thrifty find, new nifty address

I don't really shop too much anymore, the last thrifty find I could, well find, was a spyrograph at the border of Costa Rica and Nicaragua. Totally awesome toy that I once owned 20 years ago. I got it for 20 Cordobas, great deal.
The problem with my thrifty finds is that I don't really take pictures of anything. I wanted to take some pictures of these awesome spyrographs I've been making, but who cares really. I'd rather just spend my time writing songs and trying to figure out how to make them better and how they came into my head in the first place.
So I'm changing this blog around.
It will have a new address as well as tittle.
I'll change the address in 1 week I suppose to http://churningtheseas.blogspot.com
and I'd like to invite my friend the Rocktopus to co-author it with me just for a different set of opinions.

You're No Good

I got my first musical instrument when I was 20, a harmonica in the key of C. I was living alone in my grandpa's mansion and bored in Indy with out many friends while at college. A few days later, I went to the library and got the first Bob Dylan record I ever heard. His first album -s/t, and track number one is called "You're No Good."
That song is the first lesson I ever had in learning music. I learned how to play harmonica by listening to that song over and over, singing in between the solo. I must have listened to it 50 times a day for weeks.
Shortly after that I bought a guitar and harmonica holder and used the same song to teach myself how to play guitar.
Anything, everything I know how to play and sing and write is from what I taught myself by listening to this song- and then so on. I haven't heard it for over 6 years until this rainy blue day when I sought it out.
I sure have learned a lot, but compared to your rythym and soul Bobby, you're right - I'm still no good. You were talking to me right?

Baseball love

Nolan Ryan: "Baseball is almost back, lets hug."
Robin Ventura: "ok."

Get your Mayan fortune here

I love this blog, I follow it daily.
It is a great horoscope if you will of the daily tzolkien. It might require a basic understanding of how the calendar works to really enjoy the insight, but it is always a good measure of the day even if you don't.
Check it out.
Mayan Daily Insights is great and very inspired.
Today is 2 Kan, the seed- and like myself, if you are feeling down in the dirt then some great words of wisdom can really help you grow.

I'm sorry that I brought it up

Baby please shut the fuck up.

What's the use of bringing up my hearts little aches
If baby you gonna bite me like peppery rattlesnake
And if I say you've done me wrong, then lord have mercy
cause a battered soul at the pearly gates is where I'm gonna be
gonna be, i beg you please
though, it was I who came to you I was expecting these
words from you, not from me
and if it wasn't bad enough
i'm sorry that I brought it up


What's the use of talking about me anyway
I'll bet the gamblers farm I'll regret anything I say
lets say I want to drop it baby, is that not adequate?
you want to hear my hands tap out, you need me to submit
for your own, conscience
making you feel better when your treating me like this
but it ain't, good enough
i aint sorry for what you done so baby shut the fuck up



I just shit this one out in 10 minutes so I can sleep. The only time I'll ever play this I'm sure. This was a midnight therapy and a guitar seems to be a better listener that some folks I know. I have a feeling I'll have some serious material coming real soon.

Bathroom Reading

A list of material available in my bathroom.







A variety of vintage National Geographic issues ranging from "The Lost Angkor" to one about sled dogs to a 1980's look at the city of Milwaukee.

Also, A tattered and terribly shitty nudie mag from Eastern Europe. (Dustin brought it back from last years Beach Patrol tour after a fabled quest for said mag) Everything about that is awful except the novelty of it.

Off to shoot hoops at Peirce St. School.

Mundane Fortune Cookies

I am a dental assistant in a Chinese restaurant, and my patients are fortune cookies.

When you order Chinese, you always seem to get the same generic kind of fortune, don't you? It might say, "blah blah good luck if you think good things," "travel is good blah blah," "stick to the good things that are good blah blah."
But my fortune cookie patients tell me the same generic fortunes every single day, every single hour.
"I hate being here."
"I was ok until I came here"
"I'll be better when I leave."
and I give them the same generic fortune cookie responses every time, except mine are personalized to the moment so a patient will thank me when done. Jaded as the dragon statue out front, striving to be compassionate as the Buddha on the menu, gentle as the wind that blows the mountain on that calendar behind the cash register, sweeter than the oolong tea, that's for sure.
(laugh, smile, disarm in anyway possible) "I know, I know...but I promise we'll do the best we can and I promise that I will make you as comfortable as possible. ok? You ok? good."
They are enjoyable as any bland cookie, but I love them, and I know they love me too. Just like most fortune cookies you can tun the over for additional info.
I love hearing that I'm the best, or the greatest or the sweetest, or seeing the appreciation on the faces of those same fortunes moments later. It makes me love my job.

Crazy thing of the day: extracting a double rooted lower lateral and double rooted lower canine. No wonder the multiple apicoectomies done by the endodontist failed! (hahaha) I wonder if he thinks the mental foramen on number 21 is a periapical radiolucency too. (hahahahah)