So there I am, goin' down the Corridor of Death between Arcata and Eurtweeka, when all of the sudden I feel a nasty draft shootin' up my plastic pants' leg that is my Security Uniform. The reason for it came soon enough as the doors of my little truck had just been blown off by some Highway Hog doin' about 80 with the whirlies goin' with no sirens to warn me to put on my seatbelt. You ever had this happen?! Cripes! I mean, it's like those old ladies in the supermarket whenever there's a clearance sale on all of the soft foods and she thinks your making a beeline for the last box of Hungry Jack. So I get outta the way and I'm lookin' ahead for whatever the crisis is when I see two other bewhirlied cruisers pulled over and the officers are just standing around having a joke and a smoke. I mean, that's alright I guess and I should cut these guys a little slack 'cuz they're willing to take a bullet for me and all, but Jeepers Criminy, where's the damned emergency? There was no evidence of an incident in any kind of obvious physicality to be seen. No elephant carcass jammin' up the Southbound or a bicycle tied in a square knot around one of those u-cali-petus trees on the side of the road. My tax dollars hard at work, I guess. Huh. So that old lady's now got her shopping cart up to my larnyx with the intent of further aggressive disembowlment by wheeled implement as she stares at me through bad frames and thick lenses while knitting her brow into a smouldering burlap sack. Me being the courtly gentleman that I am, I then deftly try to make some sort of peaceable amends by yarding out about 10 feet of coupons from one of those automatic dispensers mounted on the shelf. You seen these? Amazing. I need one of these mounted beside my toilet so's I can have hours of uninhibited fun wiping all manner of mustache on the face of that annoyingly sweet little teddy bear on those coupons of overly priced Great Northern Tissue. Man, I hate that stupid little bear. Anyhoo, she's now beaning me repeatedly about the body and head with a loaf of the local French and I'm now wishing that I had better restraint and a more confident command of carnal verbs. Her objection to my previous attempt at kindness becomes totally clear and apparent however, as I notice the coupons I retrieved for her were for condoms. What an idiot. The French bread is now cleaning out my ear like a giant brillo Q-tip when I finally just give up and shove my own cart to the side in general disgust and wander over to the little cafe near the front and get a bad cup of Farmer Bros.. I then find a seat next to some kid with headphones who's texting on one of them cellphone dealies thinking that he wouldn't wanna talk. Bad Idea. But that's a story for another day... Life is a Crap Shoot, Herkimer Shagnasty

And don't forget to check out the new stuff in the store, too!!

Be well and be loved,

Erik

Hey All!

I am currently in the process of recording a meditative Native American Flute album called of course, One Moment Of Stillness to be sold at the OMOS store! It should be finished in a couple of months. There is a free track from this CD available on my music site to download. I am looking to fill about 45 minutes to an hour with this kind of music. Very soothing. Very contemplative. Perfect for One Moment Of Stillness.

Be well and be loved,

Erik

Want to make a difference while doing nothing?  Here's how you can do just that!

Be well,

Erik

Well, shoot!  It seems I always leave here real quiet like and then I storm back through the door after a long time missin' just so's I can make a big entrance.  Ha!  I'm usually working on something big while I'm gone too, so there's good reason.  Don't worry, I always come back and share what I've learned!  So here's what I've learned this time around:


Before Transformation Stats

Blood pressure:  215 over 110

Bad cholesterol:  298

Resting heart rate:  68 bpm

Mile time:  9:30


After Transformation Stats

Blood pressure:  115 over 65

Bad cholesterol:  87

Resting heart rate:  44 bpm

Mile time:  6:18

Why did I do this, you may ask?  The answer is here.  I had a close scare there and I was not going to let it dictate how or why I lived the rest of my days.  So I took complete control of my life and destiny and made a much more couragious warrior to handle the Journey of No Destination with gusto, humility, perseverance and discipline.  My path is the light shining from inside me.  I go only there.

I will answer any questions should there be any, happily.  I missed you all!  almost permanently!

Free and Be your best Self!

eBuzz

Two months to the day into it and it is finished.  Enjoy!  You can read more about this piece here!

Ride easy,

Erik

Today's progress sees an almost complete frame and a title:  Cowboy Waistland

Nice and punny don't you think?


Ride easy,

Erik

Well 11 hours of drawing today really yielded some dang results!  Yeehaw.   I finished the dern third buckle which is graphite and all else done today is in charcoal.  Lot's and lot's of crumbly nerve racking charcoal.....eep!


Ride easy, love all critters,

Erik

I almost finished the third buckle today using the same process as described in yesterday's update.  >Whew!<

Ride easy,

Erik

I've got the third buckle half done and worked the background into it a bit.  the area finished today is about an inch and a half square.  Very tedious.  Simultaneously nerve racking and gratifying.

Ride easy and love all critters,

Erik