on: other things

http://www.ericturetolzmaphone.tumblr.com

(one phone photo, old or new, every day)

http://www.etolzmann.tumblr.com

(new b/w photo only site)

on digging graves:

i'm terribly sorry

but i'm fresh out of marble.

on home life and decades:

we did the dishes today.

goodbye, two thousand and nine

and goodbye ots.

on the future:

i don't think that
this is going to take
as much time...

...as we thought.

on waiting:

1 year and 6 months

today.

on the time being:

back from tour. every day saw

bad religion

bouncing souls

P.O.S

(...and the best show i've seen in a long, long time)

gallows

on the time being:

the trunk of my car is now

a. my closet

b. my pantry

c. my tool chest

d. all of the above

on society:

chivalry is dead. 

and women killed it. 

living in this disconnect

on this update:

back in MN

back home.

books are unpacked.

slept in a real bed last night.

slept soundly. 

church plant meeting tonight.

work on portfolio will begin soon. 

reading spurgeon's "lectures to my students" will begin soon. 

doing the daily crossword in the paper will begin soon.

fixing my car will begin soon.

working will begin soon (Lord willing).

so many things will begin soon. 

on that note, you'll figure things out. (soon?)

on april 19:

i had that same joyful conversation.

i. am. alive.

we. are. alive.

on the here and now:

this was old a long time ago. 

how long, Lord? 

how long?

la jeune fille de monterey

on people (person) who read(s) blog(s):

i see you.

dieu a une grande gomme

on the future of intercontinental ballistic missiles:

"well when we killed each other and asked 

forgiveness on the grapevine in a song, 

God said 'i forgive you, but this is gonna 

take some time. you need to grow.'

more than hollow words and promises

set to tunes played skillfully on the lyre.

something real, something sincere like 

tattoos of broken english on our arms.

i once saw a sign that said 'God

has a big eraser.' maybe he can help you and i

and wipe away all the murder, adultery, 

and fornication that we rung up

and if that's something i believe in, 

bigger things have bereaved me

like you. 

like you."

new song in the works. 

and i actually like this one. 

odd.

sur le dossier

on time:

this day last year

was a moving//strange//significant day. 

d'attente pour la liberté ou d'un cœur brisé

on waiting:

i asked myself "eric, are you trying to break your own heart?"

to which i said "yes."

souvenirs

on memories:

i ran across the street like a hooligan tonight. 

une cigarette

on cigarettes:

isn't it strange that something that kills you brings you comfort?

it's like hugging a knife.