Eric Arvin's Blog, page 48
September 8, 2011
Bonjour, Girl!
Laughing out loud, I am!
Happy Birthday, Aimee Mann!
I didn't get to celebrate Aimee's birthday last year because I was being rushed to the hospital (for a four week stint) with an acute case of sexiness... or pneumonia. I forget which. They're both rather dizzying. Anyway, here are the first 12 Aimee Mann songs I heard on shuffle this morning. She's so effing brilliant!
"Goodbye Caroline"
"The Fall of the World's Own Optimist"
"Just Like Anyone"
"You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch"
"I Can't Help You Anymore"
"Invisible Ink"
"Baby Blue"
"Today's the Day"
"The Other End of the Telescope"
"I Could Hurt You Now"
"Freeway"
"True Believer"
"Goodbye Caroline"
"The Fall of the World's Own Optimist"
"Just Like Anyone"
"You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch"
"I Can't Help You Anymore"
"Invisible Ink"
"Baby Blue"
"Today's the Day"
"The Other End of the Telescope"
"I Could Hurt You Now"
"Freeway"
"True Believer"
September 7, 2011
Don't You "Like" Me No More?
Hey everyone! Just wanted to remind you all of my Facebook author page. You can "like" me HERE. I know. I know. You already "like" too many people as it is, but if it urges you any further, I promise not to "like" you in return.
WHAT?! That Eric Arvin is a dick!
...Or just a man. A man afraid of extending his hand to others because he thinks it will get smacked....
...Or he's just a dick.
"Like" me, dammit!
WHAT?! That Eric Arvin is a dick!
...Or just a man. A man afraid of extending his hand to others because he thinks it will get smacked....
...Or he's just a dick.
"Like" me, dammit!
Extreme Muscle
I don't know the name of this artist, but his work is striking. My friend, the Dinosaur Prince, introduced me to this fascinating work. It's grotesque, absurd, and sexy (well, at least to extreme muscle fans like myself), though I imagine some will be put off by the...er, boobies.
September 6, 2011
Madonna - Vogue (World of Colour Mix )
It seems like I am turning into a Madonna fan blog lately, but I had to post this. J'adore!
12 Underrated Albums
Afterglow by Sarah MacLachlan. Beautiful album with songs like "Fallen" and "World on Fire", frequently eclipsed by her more popular work from Surfacing.
American Life by Madonna. Number 4 on my listing of Madonna albums, behind Ray of Light, Like a Prayer, and Confessions. Her pairing of folk and techno didn't appeal to many, but I loved it. And "Love Profusion" is one of her absolute best songs.
Celebrity Skin by Hole. I prefer this to Live Through This.
The Ghost of Tom Joad by Bruce Springsteen. Quiet, heartbreaking, and haunting.
How Does Your Garden Grow by Better Than Ezra. Their best. Better Than Deluxe.
Listen Without Prejudice, vol.1 by George Michael. I saw some really nasty reviews of this and I never understood why. "Freedom", "Praying For Time", Mother's Pride"... great stuff. I think after Faith people were expecting more of the same.
Matters of the Heart by Tracy Chapman. One of her quiet releases with some true gems.
A Night to Remember by Cyndi Lauper. The best version of "I Drove All Night" ever recorded. Miles better than Celine's version.
Ophelia by Natalie Merchant. Overshadowed by Tigerlily, this is her most adventurous and gorgeous work.
Some People's Lives by Bette Midler. Got some bad reviews but I loved it.
Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie by Alanis Morissette. I prefer it to Jagged Little Pill.
Time Sex Love by Mary Chapin Carpenter. After her Top 40 success this was much deeper material from one of the great singer songwriters.
American Life by Madonna. Number 4 on my listing of Madonna albums, behind Ray of Light, Like a Prayer, and Confessions. Her pairing of folk and techno didn't appeal to many, but I loved it. And "Love Profusion" is one of her absolute best songs.
Celebrity Skin by Hole. I prefer this to Live Through This.
The Ghost of Tom Joad by Bruce Springsteen. Quiet, heartbreaking, and haunting.
How Does Your Garden Grow by Better Than Ezra. Their best. Better Than Deluxe.
Listen Without Prejudice, vol.1 by George Michael. I saw some really nasty reviews of this and I never understood why. "Freedom", "Praying For Time", Mother's Pride"... great stuff. I think after Faith people were expecting more of the same.
Matters of the Heart by Tracy Chapman. One of her quiet releases with some true gems.
A Night to Remember by Cyndi Lauper. The best version of "I Drove All Night" ever recorded. Miles better than Celine's version.
Ophelia by Natalie Merchant. Overshadowed by Tigerlily, this is her most adventurous and gorgeous work.
Some People's Lives by Bette Midler. Got some bad reviews but I loved it.
Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie by Alanis Morissette. I prefer it to Jagged Little Pill.
Time Sex Love by Mary Chapin Carpenter. After her Top 40 success this was much deeper material from one of the great singer songwriters.
September 5, 2011
Bedtime Stories
(art by Rocketman...I think)
September 4, 2011
A Long Road Going Nowhere: Or, Why the Hell Do I Keep Blogging?
Oh...this blogging thing.
What I had originally intended when I invented blogging back in 1897 was to get some promotion for my writing. These days if you want to get anywhere as a writer you must - you simply must -have some sort of presence on the interweb. At one time that meant a website where a writer would post who they were and promote their books, signings, and upcoming releases. That seems ages ago. Now it's more about the blogs and the Facebook and social media like Twitter. That's fine with me because I was awful about keeping up my personal website. I finally just let it go, much to Go Daddy's chagrin (I hate their commercials, btw; do only straight men work there?).
The thing is, promotion of any kind is hard for us all in this age where everyone is filling up the fame bubble (not that I really want to be famous), and everything is done by computer. It is not an easy thing, especially for someone like me who is not a big fan of computers in the first place. I think I mentioned how I beat mine up when it got all lippy with me. This little blog of mine is rarely used for anything of great grace. I use it to promote my books or to get word out about any good reviews my writing receives, but unlike some of my other writer friends, I just can't seem to make myself sit down and write something - like this. Something personal. In the past I have so. I've written some very personal things on here about my dreams, about getting sick, about dying. I've been very up front in the past. Chatty as the neighbourhood whore even. But lately...
Lately it's all about pictures of beefy men. What is that? Have I turned into a smutty showcase for T&A with no literary or human content at all? Not that there is anything wrong with smutty showcases. I rather like them. That's just not what I had in mind when I started this blog. (Having said that, no, I will not stop posting hot man ass.) I know posting photos like that can detract/distract readers just as much as it draws them. Sure, I got over 1,000 hits yesterday, but how many of those hits translated into someone actually showing interest in my writing? I doubt someone looking for ass is going to be sidetracked by my metaphysical wonderings in Woke Up in a Strange Place (though, there is a scene involving the main character getting it up his bung hole by a giant).
I write things besides erotica. You all know that, right? That I write mainstream stuff as well. I've been published since 2006. I even won an Oscar...Okay. That's not true...It was an Emmy. C'mon. At least that's believable. Who doesn't have an Emmy? My Aunt Joyce has an Emmy! You can buy them in the goddamn Dollar Tree.
My big flaw when it comes to this industry is that I'm rather reluctant to get on the promo wagon when it rolls by. All the groups and social media? I'm horrible at chatting on-line, folks. I haven't done it forever and this irritates a few of my friends. But, if I can't hear someone's voice when they LOL how do I know they're really LOL-ing and not just lol-ing? You can see my dilemma.
In the end, it's all excuses. I know that. Don't look at me in that tone of voice! I'll try to be better, but I can only be myself, and, honestly, how much better can I get? C'mon. Know what I'm sayin' you, sonsabitches? Yeah. You hear me.
All types of love,
e
What I had originally intended when I invented blogging back in 1897 was to get some promotion for my writing. These days if you want to get anywhere as a writer you must - you simply must -have some sort of presence on the interweb. At one time that meant a website where a writer would post who they were and promote their books, signings, and upcoming releases. That seems ages ago. Now it's more about the blogs and the Facebook and social media like Twitter. That's fine with me because I was awful about keeping up my personal website. I finally just let it go, much to Go Daddy's chagrin (I hate their commercials, btw; do only straight men work there?).
The thing is, promotion of any kind is hard for us all in this age where everyone is filling up the fame bubble (not that I really want to be famous), and everything is done by computer. It is not an easy thing, especially for someone like me who is not a big fan of computers in the first place. I think I mentioned how I beat mine up when it got all lippy with me. This little blog of mine is rarely used for anything of great grace. I use it to promote my books or to get word out about any good reviews my writing receives, but unlike some of my other writer friends, I just can't seem to make myself sit down and write something - like this. Something personal. In the past I have so. I've written some very personal things on here about my dreams, about getting sick, about dying. I've been very up front in the past. Chatty as the neighbourhood whore even. But lately...
Lately it's all about pictures of beefy men. What is that? Have I turned into a smutty showcase for T&A with no literary or human content at all? Not that there is anything wrong with smutty showcases. I rather like them. That's just not what I had in mind when I started this blog. (Having said that, no, I will not stop posting hot man ass.) I know posting photos like that can detract/distract readers just as much as it draws them. Sure, I got over 1,000 hits yesterday, but how many of those hits translated into someone actually showing interest in my writing? I doubt someone looking for ass is going to be sidetracked by my metaphysical wonderings in Woke Up in a Strange Place (though, there is a scene involving the main character getting it up his bung hole by a giant).
I write things besides erotica. You all know that, right? That I write mainstream stuff as well. I've been published since 2006. I even won an Oscar...Okay. That's not true...It was an Emmy. C'mon. At least that's believable. Who doesn't have an Emmy? My Aunt Joyce has an Emmy! You can buy them in the goddamn Dollar Tree.
My big flaw when it comes to this industry is that I'm rather reluctant to get on the promo wagon when it rolls by. All the groups and social media? I'm horrible at chatting on-line, folks. I haven't done it forever and this irritates a few of my friends. But, if I can't hear someone's voice when they LOL how do I know they're really LOL-ing and not just lol-ing? You can see my dilemma.
In the end, it's all excuses. I know that. Don't look at me in that tone of voice! I'll try to be better, but I can only be myself, and, honestly, how much better can I get? C'mon. Know what I'm sayin' you, sonsabitches? Yeah. You hear me.
All types of love,
e
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