Dear Reader,
oh shoot. i found out that the first run of cds the label made weren’t right and the books i sold at the lit had these cds in them, so if you have one of these cds in them let me know and i’ll get you a good one and something else to maker it up to you, cool?
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi.
oof. what a way to start the winter. first our youngest, peanut butter, got sick, and then me, and now my wife, butterfly and our oldest, pumpkin are sick. so i haven’t been doing much of anything. even with a busy weekend coming up, i’ve been lazing around most of this week. matt came by the spot on saturday and helped me put together 50 copies of the new book, which was great, but i’ve been so…ugh…i haven’t even done much with them. i just put them up on the boxwithman site today. i haven’t even put anything up on facebook yet. i’ll probably do that today.
oh my. i should stop talking or i’ll drive us both to distraction. sorry i’m not my normal erratic self. hopefully i’ll be back to normal soon.
also, tonight is the last poetry night with nick traenkner and steve goldberg at the literary cafe in tremont, so if you’re in the area, come on out. should be fun.
and saturday night i’m one of the featured readers at the Poets Haven at the Pheonix on w. 9th st. kicks off at 7:00 so you can come out before you kick off the rest of the night. and i might be getting a root canal earlier in the day so how awesome would that be? super awesome.
i think that’s it.
blood.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
well, still quitting smoking. it’s the gum. it works for me.
i’m laying here in bed with a bit of the snifles. that’s the worst part about beig an old junky and the ms and the mind stuff and all because WHAT IS THIS? is it just a little down. is it pnuemonia, is it cancer. swine flu
you know what, who the hell cares. i’ve got th soundtrack to the royal tennebaums on and everything is alright.
found a great deal on hoodies, and boy is is cold. i’ll be putting them up on the merch page tomorrow. $10 measly bucks for a pull over $15 for a zip up. and you get an eric alleman orininal on ther back. can you believe it? yea, pretty easy to believe.
well michelle goes back to work on monday, and that leaves me withg my babies again. i hope my mind can take it. it will. i’m strong as a god damn rock. screw the doctors.
alright, me and julio down by the school yard just started so im gonna lay back and relax.
love you jason.
goodnight
ps, i’ll have a bunch of hoodies in my stationwagon at the happy dog show i’m doing tomorrow nightm si if you need a hoodie, com on down.
love you jason.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hullo. boy, too much time in hospitals lately. quit smoking yesterday, so that’s good. i’m actually feeling pretty alright. i’ve been losing myself in some more stencils, i’ll put some up later. i really will. off suboxone since november 1st. that’s nice. i’m just holding steady right now, not trying t rock the boat too much one way or the other. i feel i could slip off the edge, either side, so i’m treading very lightly.
a best friend of mine (i’m lucky enough to have 3) had a rough fall and is recovering in the hospital, and that’s always good to shut you up and make you sit at the kitchen table and think, yea.
you can see any of the pictures on my facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/eric.alleman?ref=profile
there you go. that’s it. it’s 4:24 and i’m already tired.
love you jay.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi. it’s been a while. i’ve been away. that’s what i will use as my excuse, if i still need one, which i feel i really don’t. not anymore. any apology rings so hollow anymore. i don’t really mean it. and you don’t really need it, right? so, here we are.
i went back into the hospital about the middle of this month, this month being october, and i mention this so freely because everyone in my life knows it. it is a little embarassing and petty to see someone display all their dirty laundry in letters like these but since my dirty laundry is somewhat cleaner than it’s been and is flapping on a line in the autumn breeze changes things as well. me going into the hospital is a good thing.
but, now, i am out again. i have been out for a few weeks now, maybe two, close to two weeks, and i’ve been feeling alot better, alot clearer of mind and alot clearer of brain and much more capable of exerting mind over brain control. luckily i still have the stencils to lose myself in. i just finished 3 new ones. let me show you them now.
the new studio has been a real boon for me professionally. to be able to get in the car or get on the bike (although i imagine the window for riding my bike to the studio is closing fast) and drive or ride to this place and shake off everything and unlock the doors and lock them behind me and walk through rooms, closing doors behind me, take off my jacket (although i imagine as it get’s colder i’m going to have to leave my jacket on) and get to work. 9 times out of 10 my phone doesn’t even work. i love it. and the people i’ve met and begun top work with has been even better. very supportive.
speaking of working, nick and i are going to be working at the beachland ballroom and tavern for their halloween show. we will be hosting the show as Hunter S. Thompson and his Samoan Attorney. Very excited about this. i even wrote out a couple of scenarios, ready for improvisation, ready for everything. it’s been too damn long since me and nick performed together, as well. too damn long. so if you’re free on friday night you might think about coming out to the beachland. it should be fun. as for the future, on the 7th of november i’ll be traveling to youngstown with the dreadful yawns and shiny penny for the show at the lemon grove. i don’t know what i’m going to do but i’ll have some visual art and some ethereal art as well. should be fun.
i guess that’s it for now.
i miss you
i’ll talk to you soon
blood,
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
and one more thing. the lovely lady’s name is sue. hi sue.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
and keep checking back for my new book, coming out by the end of the month. ‘one poem and nineteen poems’ book/cd combo.
lovingly writter
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi. i just wanted to give you all an update. feeling alot better and i’m finally reaching out to some of the ms groups that are there there to help. as a matter of fact, i just got off the line with the most lovely lady at the ms association of america. she said she’d be looking here on boxwithman.com to find out about me and i wanted her to learn, via this first post, i’m a little crazy, but i’m fair. and happier after talking to you.
yours,
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi. i’m here at home while michelle and the girls are in youngstown. i slept from probably 5pm off and on till 1pm this afternoon. i’m not bothering to wonder if that’s good or not. i’m not bothering to wonder about much, and that’s catching up with me. letting other people think about me too much. never been my strong suit, waiting and listening and then following. i feel like i’m locked uip in the house. i can’t drive.
i can’t drive. that may not seem like such a big deal but allow me to tell you that it is a big deal. it’s keeping me and smoking from fully continuing our relationship. i’ve got to keep my lungs and my legs together. ready. luckily my studio is just close enough to ride to without to much trouble but just far enough that when i go there i go to spend time and work.
i feel like i’ve been focusing on stencils much. not writing enough. i wrote last week at the studio while the volta sound were practicing and it is sunday again, and it is volta sound practice again, so what the hell, right. might as well.
i got one of those netbooks. fantastic. the only thing missing is the cd/dvd drive, and tell me…when was the last time you stuck something in your cd/dvd drive on your laptop? $300. changed both my and my wifes productivity.
alright, i think this has been long enough, sitting out here on the back porch, writing a letter to you while the treble-y burbbling of pti crinckle out of the small speakers on the netbook i was just telling you about. michelle called around 6 or 7 to let me know she and the girls are staying in y-town again tonight. she needs to sew the girls halloween costumes and her mom is an expert sew-stress. i miss them.
when the girls are away, before i go to bed, i walk into each of their rooms and i look at their beds and i picture them sleeping there. and when i lay down in my bed, i turn to face michelle’s side of the bed and i picture her little pixie face asleep. these are the most beautiful things i am able to imagine.
your narrator,
eric ()
Dear Reader,
hi. hopefully back to writing more often. sorry i couldn’t write much these last few weeks but i wasn’t allowed to use the laptop in the cleveland clinic. it interfered with the brain wave monitors.
brain waves.
i have them, so that’s something. i had a roommate in columbus (i was sleeping on the laundry room of a house where 9 other osu students were living and one of them, scott coaster was his name i believe, had no brain activity. i’m not saying that to be funny, or to degrade scott coaster. he had a considerable amount of his brain removed after a car accident and spent the rest of the time i knew him, and probably all the time i haven’t known him, in a full care facility.)
my wife was going to have a yard sale but it ended up raining today so we’ve been hanging out in the house, doing alot of nothing. my wife and the girls are going to be going to y-town tonight, returning tomorrow. i’ll probably spend much of the time down in the studio. randell and i went scrapping a few days ago and oi found a ton of great stuff to spray on. maybe find out if there’s something going on nearby.
can’t drive.
that has been the toughest thing to get used to. i’ve been havimng less and less episodes so that’s good, but it just feels like our family is so far away from the way we used to be. i just want everything to go back to normal, but i suppose that time is over.
blood,
your narrator,
eric ()