I sing, to keep from cursing.

I used to be inhibited about showing affection. But then once my brother said he loved his girlfriend to a wide audience. I knew that he went through what I went through and if he could do it, if he did it and understood what he was doing, that I could do it.

I can't find another human that makes me write besides you. I can't find another human that makes me apple pies.

Alright, peak missing time.

I'm trying to figure out different ways to vent my emotions at the fact that I've never missed anyone like this. I'm waiting to just boil over and not feel it anymore.

The miss-ing is like opening a christmas present that is just a rubber band ball of wrapping paper.

The -ing is like walking into the subway in the summer. Then I imagine three trains coming into the station at once - the distant breeze you feel on your legs and fingers and ears.

I saw the World Trade was red, white, and blue yesterday for the holiday. Do you think that buildings have call for entry commissions? I would spell ERIN with the lights. It would go vertically, sideways.

It's 12:43. I count down my time before I have to catch the subway. Here I am thinking about going down the four flights of stairs as a metaphor thinking about the four flights coming up too.

I might make some banana bread with these bananas I see on the kitchen table.

Dear Erin,

Today I went to the skatepark before work. I skated for two hours. I had fun. Then I went to work. It was really, really slow but then picked up. I made some tips. After that, I just skated downtown manhattan for a second. It's way more fun to skate with friends.

How is everything? It has to be beautiful there. How was your flight? How do you feel?

With Love,

200th post

Summer in Atlanta

You. January. I shot a roll of 400NC and left it in Chicago after not developing it for seven or eight months and John double exposed over it. I wish I would have kept it. I feel like I didn't develop it for a reason though. Like I had ruined it or something.

UH GURL UH GURL

U lyke a tru livin three 6 song

i still like you

game plan hoo raw

moving to nyc. need:

amtrak ticket. 25 hours. please remember sleep helpers and flask of whiskey. also, movies, movies, movies.

get rid of:

all extra bike stuff. send track bike home, yes you were right, i guess. sell both of my photo papers. send home prints. drop motobecane in box to ship home too. god damn it, bikes. fuck.

4:47am, not sleeping. too much honey to try and get rid of my sore throat. damn it.

looking for: nyc job, possible internships, etc.

updated websites: www.erinjanenelson.com and www.peterhalupka.com , nice, dude.

What do you call a snake that tells bad jokes?

A corny snake.

I just came up with that and I want to tell you but you are sleeping while I sit at my computer very not sober. Hope you like my joke.

One day you visited from the east and you noticed how the shadows lay differently across midwestern metropolitan sidewalks. I told you the buildings weren't built as high because of bat migratory routes.

New studio space we built in the main area. Not a good picture for it. It's sick.

peace 2025 w21st pl

Blueberries and honey and yogurt

babay gurl, aight?

Erin: and i'm boiling the pintos in the fat i cut out of the pork

with cut up seranos

It's 2:21am. I got home from racing at Northbrook and was so fucking hungry I just decided to go to sleep since nothing in our new kitchen is fast. But I couldn't sleep I was so hungry. So I went downstairs and fucking did it. I made the best, most beautiful omelet and while I was eating it I realized that we all had dumpstered every ingredient.

But I missed you during my late night meal session. I'm still hungry after a four egg omelet and a huge bowl of granola and too many Cheeze-It's.

accidentally posted this on the wrong blog... click picture to see another face!

How I feel when I hear you cook food for other people .


;)

comfortable like old people... but old people with a lot to do.

hahahahahaha

sappy memorabilia from past encounter

portrait of the artist as a burrito, no sour cream.

Twenty Six hours, 64 ounces