I grew up in Warren, Pennsylvania, a small town in the northwest corner of the state, just shy of the New York border. News of its going ons rarely reach me, but today was quite the exception. Eric B, a fellow child of Warren, stumbled upon this article while scrolling the top page of Digg. Apparently, someone placed an ad in the local newspaper, The Warren Times Observer, expressing a desire to see President Barack Obama assassinated. It reads,"May Obama follow in the footsteps of Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, and Kennedy!"

Now, the staff may have been too apathetic to decipher the "cryptic" message (I mean, Garfield barely had enough time as president to even get shot) and whomever placed the ad is a wretched mess, but I was appalled to find such gross generalizations made of both Warren, and Pennsylvania as a whole. I could go on about what I love in Warren, and trust me there is a lot that I don't, but really it's a small town like any other. I voted for Obama, and so did Pennsylvania. Hail To The Chief!

Lighten up, and watch our man bust a move on Ellen!

Eric M.

Whenever my friends and I get together after a long separation we like to trade stories, have a few drinks, and of course, swap new YouTube videos. Here are some that make me laugh very very hard. I hope you are well.

Eric M.

Here's a good one.

Q: Why don't Philistines eat yogurt?

A: Because they just aren't that into active cultures.

I wrote that joke, and I have already told everyone I know, so now I have to tell you. It came to me on the morning of my second day of rock climbing. Josh took me out to Red Rock for two climbs. What a terrifying sport! I haven't pushed myself that hard mentally or physically in years. It seems a shame that my capacity for fear/self-preservation have gone largely untapped. Moral of the story: Go rock climbing, and eat a good breakfast, good things will come of it.... usually.

A few days ago, we were rolling dice next to some shady building, and Josh saw a loose wire dangling from above. Of course he grabbed it. Immediately, it began pulling him up toward some unknown abyss. I tried to help, I really did, but I lost my grip. If only I had brought chalk!

We are playing a show at the Wasted Space in the Hard Rock this weekend. You should come, it's what Josh would have wanted. Miss you, buddy.


Eric M.

photo by: Eric B.