this is a library.

i'll come here to read foolish words i wrote in foolish times. and will continue to write foolish words FOR foolish moments at http://withnodestination.com/ and then once my trip is over, i've moved over to tumblr... because i'm a sheep and it's easier. http://thoch.tumblr.com/

someone turned the element off.

at long last. we say in moments of pressure being alleviated... even if the time spent in pressure was minor. the relief is always the same freeing environment. free again to make poor decisions and react to the consequences in a manner we can call growth.

if love is knowing there is nowhere else i'd rather be than with these people, then go ahead and tell tyler in the past that everything is gonna be ok. family is subjective.

there is a lot of black in this painting. but it's still not enough...

moves. my mind, my heart, my stomach. they all move. and HOLY FRIGGEN CRAP i need to write right now. i would like to thoroughly lace this entire post with justified pent up profanity, but unfortunately i've given up the ability to emphasize speech and glorify the english language for lent. why? i don't (insert appropriate wonder word)ing know. i wrote some pretty deep introspective words earlier, but right now i'm buzzing about how much i just LOVE music after having listened to 'catching fire' and 'mockingjay' on audio book for 5 straight nights. and since it's been so long since i've listed kick-to-my-ass good music, it's time.

there was some wonderful crap about conflict vs. comfort, challenge and other c words i used specifically for alliteration's sake. like constant and chaos and collateral. all i've decided is i am the heart's worst enemy.

i'm gonna blitz

FIRST- fun. introduced to me by the infallible mr. and mrs. smith at a dance party, they've aggressively jumped onto my shuffle mix. i like them because i can jump or bounce or bob and the songs are easy enough to sing along with after TWO listens. if you like queen, awolnation, or ... screw it, abba, you'll like these folkies. i know nothing about them and i don't plan on keeping it that way, but investigation doesn't need to go beyond this album for now. some nights, yo.

SECOND- needtobreath. i don't know why there are no spaces, but i'll allow it. they are one of many bands who have jumped my heart during a road trip. my bro tossed them on, game over. i have a hanky panky feeling that if you like hey! rosetta, dave matthews band, or something like- but not necessarily dropkick murphys.

THIRD- i see stars. super poppy for what i normally listen to, but the rest of my body and inward judging knows a good breakdown is the key to making me love you. and regardless of what the rest of the song sounds like, they OWN their breakdowns. another golden puppy of the 50% awesome 50% horrendous 'punk goes pop' series, their cover of 'til the world ends' by brittany spears is simply fantastic. if you like the old and amazing attack attack, asking alexandria and the lighter sides of hardcore in general, you'll probably dig these chaps. from michigan no less! also they have a new album, 'digital renegade' out, and they kicked it up a notch which is nice to hear since so many bands ride the coattails of their previous album. progression for a victory.

FOURTH- the joy formidable. my cousin demanded i listen to them and i didn't hesitate to listen. they are wonderful painting, driving, late night driving, and poker game music. and every other scenario you could dream of, music. i don't know how long they've been around, but long enough to sound like a marriage of moneen and the jezebels. and get me excited when i trance out for 4 minutes on a never boring outro. love love love.

FIFTH- times of grace. it's pretty much killswitch engage, except i like it. i only heard them a few hours ago, but with every fresh song i listen to i like them more and more. i'm excited to invest and see if they stick or quickly evaporate into the mix of background noise i often patiently endure instead of passionately embrace. double PE woooooooooordage.

lastly i'd like to thank negra modelo, camp fire smell, vanilla candles and acrylic paint for causing me to wig out and write about other stuff that's keepin me passionate at this distressing hour of pressure filled painting before vegas happens. cuz it's gonna happen huge. and it'd be great to not approach epic-ness whilst owing money in several locations. also i've been advised to further shamelessly self promote myself, therefore tylerhochhalter.com. pray for murals. i'm bored of canvas and i wanna see other people. tylerhochhalter.com.

this too shall pass

can't take it anymore. pent up writing stimulus has now breached past the point of being held in. were it pregnant, that baby be crowning. all this time waiting for something to write about UNBEKNOWNST i've been word pregnant this whole time. like any appropriate pre-rant explanation, i've gotta make sure you're aware that i'm aware that it's been scant, awhile, dreary, and uninspired on the blogging front. i journal, sometimes, but when i do it's intense and overly dramatic like a 13 year old girl that just realized her period justifies her moodiness. man i'm so f***ing meta. PHORICAL!

so that's new... i'm giving up swearing for lent. why? who the carp knows. i really enjoy profanity, so i guess it's actually a sacrifice this time. let me analyze my goals:

- i enjoy it because of the harsh expression of it. this time apart will allow me to find those dramatic, comedic or 'perfect word' scenarios through different expressions.
- being that i like it, sometimes it slips into situations where i don't need OR desire to say it, and this will be good in training me to hone my tongue.
- i try reaaaaally hard to never us it in a malicious way, so if i keep maintaining my anti-cursing guidelines i should hopefully get better at being uplifting by not having access to the potential negative side of our vocabulary.
- it'll hopefully train me to actually listen to words in songs that aren't wrapped around an f-bomb... pretty much i want to listen harder instead of waiting in anticipation for an explosion of lyrical flavor. this is a subconscious battle.

at metro we were challenged not only to sacrifice something, but to add something. so hopefully with the support of my man church, i'm actually going to read me some bible. the study we are going through is written by rick warren (whom i have a distasteful bias towards), so hopefully letting down my jaded perspective will actually allow for some good though provoking intake instead of the constant 'seen it read it don't want to think about it anymore'.

it is february 27, and i am approximately 15% done my current painting gig. painting, unlike frisbee, gives me the time and mental space to constantly be thinking about my situations and future. i go through a myriad of emotions and internal struggles. this sentence has very little point beyond just wanting to say the word 'myriad'.

actually, this whole word pregnancy thing just turned out to be gas. what i really wanted was to see that date change.

/ it's 6:28 am, i don't want to be alert when the sun breaks loose. i haven't NEED for you, dawn!

snarf snarf snarf <- real word.s.

i'm blogging less. does that mean i'm getting older? or just less inspired. or whenever i think of writing something, i go and say it instead to someone? nah... i just. haven't. even now, i've nothing really to say. i just don't want to go to sleep, draw, or keep checking facebook and instagram. BOGUS when you get caught in that repetitive mode of boredom where you cyclically check instagram, forget you checked it and check again, then get pissed at seeing the same picture three times. i no longer CARE that your desk is covered in paper and electronics! i wish someone would upload a pic of themselves doing something ... fire-y. damnit...

hmm... instead of underwear, i'm wearing compression shorts. that must mean i went to training tonight. good for me. and good for my STOMACH to have consumed, at mass amount (and mass aboutdamntime), a meal. oh, i've been pulling things together that r e s e m b l e a meal, but this is the first decent one since i've been back. especially after a squatty enthused work out, it was quite necessary. my problem now is money.

money! surprise. i have jobs lined up. several quite well paying ones. three, to be precise. but none of these boast a paycheck anytime within the next month, which weighs heavily on my 'scraping by' lifestyle. post travel dilemma! gotta commit to less. and plant painting laden emails to specific people i owe money to... so i can further push my way deeper into the depths of making monetary exchange scarce in my life. it's exciting and scary. because while it's all within my means to desire to do so, it's now necessity. boooyaaaaa. jeffy want a painting for rent?! psh i'm already painting it (lies i hadn't even THOUGHT about jef as an option until just now... guess i'm building THREE canvases at 'school' tomorrow). don't read this jef. or mom. or dad. too late? psh. i'm fine. i love when tattoo's get me enough money for three days of groceries. mega win. and the minute i get out of red, into excess, with no bills to pay? inkinkinkinkink. and convincing words to let me apprentice.

which will give me... no money. BUT. advanced status in goal achieving life. step after that- babies, obviously.

452. when you realize you think stufjan is terrible.

and then you wait for a chance for redemption, and you realize you've attained it! except that instead, it's hey! rosetta. and they've claimed the musical revelation for this evening.

i'm doing my first 'contracted' photo shoot. it's a lovely scary kind of pressure i didn't think i could ever feel whilst doing photography. i've been using my dad's camera and it has pushed me over the edge of just using my little point and shoot and remaining accepting of it's obvious limitations. but... oldy nikon does do well. just not for things involving me getting paid and whatnot. papa's gotta get scout home somehow...

this to say i've found some delights lately i never thought i would appreciate.

- photo editing. i was once a brightness and contrast dude. finally, i am a brightness, contrast, and 'exposure' dude. (except jokes, because i at least like.. 5 (5!) little more tweaks before i decide it looks manufactured enough to be aesthetic. sometimes i see photos, and i go... how did they do that. now i know how (or at least how to make it look like 'how did they do that'.) to make it a liiiittle more dynamic.) and that is exciting new work for me.

- seany, michael and lindsay. i adore them and very grateful for their presence in this kinda balls crazy stage of my life.

- i'm ridiculously emotional lately. i don't find it a delight to get super weepy about even THINKING about saying g'bye to my cat (he's old man. i think this is the last g'bye, and it's ruining me in car rides home where i should be being social). but because of this, i cry at the littlest things like a movie trailer about saving whales by coming together as a community and fighting for a unified cause. or a youtube inspirastory about a runner with MS. i blame max, but i'm grateful for being this open and incredibly vulnerable. don't show me any community driven impacting/or brotherly bonding/fathertime stuff for awhile. that shit'll make me cry.

- thinking two people would be sweet together. and seeing them realize they have tons in common. swish bomb. who cares if it explodes.

- beer stores with baby bro.

- graffiti and tattoosURPRISE!! but actually and seriously, seeing a city like montreal who allows for such things to exist and how much... better. it is. i don't throw better or best around much but it's truly unfair to see such wondrous creation in a place i don't reside. 2012 requires more umbrellas. and more people doing them. you. and you.

- finally finding a tag i can desire to put on my body. it say's elmer and it will keep me in the detroit mood forever. because it's not about the detroit mood- it's about the constamood that deals with living not within my means, but at the cusp of my potential. elmer win.

not edited. because what. is. there. to edit. elmer?

the attic was good to me.

i found a teddy bear i've been missing for 8 years, remembered how awesome biker mice from mars action figures were, and a whole thwack of meaningless memorabilia from the '90s. that i threw out. hooRAY childhood condensed from three boxes into one! in five more years it'll be time for the next mid-decade purge of shit i don't need to keep. gleaning memories is a righteous business. to pay homage to my 6th grade self, i'm going to tell you a story. because 6th grade tyler would've wanted to tell you. he also would say get some popcorn, it's a long'n.

erhmm (you'll forgive the poor spelling and grammar because i wasn't an honour roll student until the 7th grade. where my honour remained for the remainder of my academic career...).


two worlds.

(jan.12-1998.) my name is ross, and & i live in costa mesa, california. it was my last day at school before i got my big suprise. i was just achieving getting my report card when i saw my mom at the door. i hurridly took my card & shook hands. i yelled goodbye & went to my mom.
"hey, ross how was school?" asked my mom.
"it was awesome! I got my report card!" i answered exitedly.
"great!" said my mom. then i remembered something.
"what's the surprise you were telling me about?" i asked with a longing face.
"i'll tell you when we get home." replied my mom. the drive home seemed to take forever (even though it was only 5 minutes away). when we finally got home, i hopped out of the van & ran to the door.
"okay, whats the suprise?" i questioned getting more exited by the minute.
"just wait" said my my mom chuckling at the same time, "inside i'll tell you, you little rascal!" insulted my mom. we went inside & i questioned again:
"now?"
"go sit down by your dad & i'll tell you." she said firmly. i went and sat down reluctantly as i was told.
"we've decided that you will be going to camp this year with your friend max." (max is my best friend).
"yees!!!" i whaled loudly.
"now go & get packed. the bus will be leaving after breakfast tomorrow." explained my mom. i nodded & went up to my room to pak. i knew max & i were going to do some pranks, so i packed my prank stuff. when i was done paking i called max.
"max! i can't wait till tomorrow. can't you?" i asked over the phone.
"no i can't. it's too exiting!" he said in his croaky voice.
"well see ya' tomorrow!"
"bye,"
"bye!" i said finally & hung up.

(jan. 14) max & i had discussed every prank we were going to do at camp. the next morning we were off & ready to load the bus.
"ready for the first prank?" i asked in a hyperactive voice.
"you bet!" said max exitedly
"whoopy cusion time!" we hollared hallowred yelled together. we quickly lifted the seat & placed the blown up cusion underneath. we sat in the seat behind & both farted loudly.
"ha,ha,haaah!" laughed a kid behind in front of us.
"hey, shut up!" i yelled.
"ross, we were just woopy cousoned cousioned cushioned!" he yelled franticly.
"oh, were going to get you back! big time!" i yelled at the kids two seats ahead of us.
"oh, yeah? how?" they said moving back a seat. then they realized they sat in the whoopy cusioned seat.
"that's how!" max sayed as we roared with lafghter laughter
"we'll get you back! just you wait!" he yelled. for the rest of the ride we kept on pestering them until we ran out of tears from laughing so hard. by the time we got there, it was the middle of the afternoon. we drove by the big sign saying:

CAMP AQUA the greatest expirience experience ever!

when we were UNloaded onto off the bus, we went to meet our counselars. there were normally six to a cabin (excluding the counselOrs), but we had five. luckily for us, the two we pestered were in our cabin. our counselors name was eric, & he seemed to like pranks too. the other three prancksters were kyle, joseph, & carey (kyle & joseph were the ones we made fun of). so we, as a cabin decided to do pranks with each other & not on each other. first we caught frogs & put them in the girls cabins, then we threw rocks at the fishing hole to scare the fish away. after a whole day of pranks, they we decided to do one last prank: put a skunk in the cafeteria! we went out to find one (by then it was dark) in the forest. joseph was climbing a tree (to look for a skunk) when he slid down looking very pail.
"joseph, whats wrong, you look like you've seen an alien!" said eric. joseph replied:
"how did you know?" we all looked very puzzled, then looked up. i tried to scream but my throat was too dry. there, about 500 feet up was a strange looking UFO! all of the sudden a bright red light shot out of the ship. we all started floating up. i was all of the sudden scared of heights. every thing started getting darker, darker, darker... black.

"hey ross, wake up." said a framiliar voice. then i recognized the voice of max.
"ross, you've got to wake up!" he said again.
"ohh, what happened?" i groaned.
"we were sucked up by the UFO we saw last night." he explained.
"go on."
"well, while you fainted we were all speechless."
"yes?"
"well, we saw the alien & his name is vrow he is a lecton. i know this will be a lot to take in but you must hear it. vrow has asked us to join in the great battle of the moon." he said, sounding a little nervous.
"what did we decide?" i asked, getting more exited by the minute.
"we left it up to you."
"can i see vr- whats his name?" i asked. max moved aside to revele a small alien. he was only about three feet tall & his skin was yellowish green. he had three eyes & a long skinny tail.
"well?" said vrow in a tiny voice.
"well who exactly are we fighting?" i asked. vrow replied:
"we are fighting creatures called relds. with my people fellow lections & your intelligence, we will try to save your world by destroying the reld mother ship. if we fail, the mother ship will create a power ful beam & cause your world great pain & suffering. before long, all human kind will be destroyed."
"well i'm in for it." said max.
"and if you're in it all of us are!" i said in a triumphant voice. then we must
"then we must get your weapons & protection right away!" replied vrow. when we had all our gear on & i looked at my team. they looked as if they'ed been fighting for years.
"let's kick some reld butt!" said joseph. and off we went, on a course for the moon. when we got there, we saw the relds! they were huge, practically all muscle & bone. we also noticed the reld mother ship being constructed. then last of all, vrow's people lectons by the hundreds. we landed & emediatly jumped out & started jumping toward the relds the lectons. i think you could say that the relds were pure musle & bone. one reld was in our territory. he noticed me, & i shot three shots & he fell down floated away dead. we moved toward our team. vrows people. the lectons our team. i noticed that the lectons could breath, as well as stay on the moon's surface. i was started to get a little tense because the relds were on the move. two of the relds i observed were starting to join to gether, & then grew even bigger. that's when the battle began.
"don't shoot one at a time. only three or more shots." said vrow.
"okay. lets move!" i said into my communicator.

we broke into a run fast bounce, the laser beams now flying every where. i shot & realized it was only one. it hit a reld, & it multiplied into two. the two that had joined was coming toward us, & fast! it was crushing everything in sight, even relds! but every time it did that, it grew even bigger. i was shooting rapidly, now killing everything i saw. i looked over at max & saw him going toward the big reld he wasn't there.
"get back max!" yelled joseph. i looked & saw max running toward the reld.
"it's ok," he said back
"no its not daneit!" i hollared yelled. then i saw what he was doing. he rolled under the foot of the big reld. he jumped all the way to it's head & fired rapidly at it. the reld roared in pain and exploded into a big, red mess. it didn't do any good because the relds grew bigger when the blood hit him them. they easily joined up again & grew at least the size of the mothership. there were no relds left exept for this one. horns grew from its head, & it grew two more arms. it's eyes turned musle yellow & glowed. there were only a couple of us left. but to my suprise, all the lectons joined together too, & grew the same size as the reld.
"go! destroy the mothership!" said the thing lecton.
"you heard him, go!" said eric. the thing lecton & the reld began a tremendous fight. if you were me, you would say goodbye to WWF. we started shooting at the half-done mothership. while the we were shooting the Thing punched and arm off the reld & it landed on the mother ship. electrical sparks went every where & then max carey & kyle said:
"hit the deck! it's gonna blow!" we went sprawling across the surface when the mothership blew up. i swear, if the side of the moon we were on, you wouldv'e seen that explosion from earth. we started shooting the reld from behind. the thing was now beating the living stuff out of that reld & the explosion just weakened it. i shot one last shot, & the reld exploded into gallons of blood, bones & muscles. the thing shrank into down to it's normal size, & multiplied back to its regular numbers.
"thanks vrow. we couldn't of have done that without you." i said.
"& i couldn't of done it without you." said vrow.
"well, that was fun, but it's time to go back to camp." eric said, but we all knew we had saved the earth. i will always remember that heck of a battle

THE END

(spills popcorn in a fury) like THAT?! young tyler, well intention-ed sir. obvs you are unfamiliar with the assumed extra-terrestrial mechanics of breathing and moon-movement, as are you far to quick to completion when the climax is actually acquired. i rate this story as a metaphor for your first sexual encounter. i'm gonna go watch street sharks.