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MD to CA, as the crow flies.

2010-02-11T23:56:00.003-05:00

5 days left!!
5 days and hopefully, crosses fingers that the weather holds out, I'll be basking in the Sunshine of the West Coast. 58-61 degrees Fahrenheit. Yep.
Too stoked. Literally. I'm having a hard time containing my giddiness.

Nervous about how busy it's going to be, but I'm trying not to worry about it too much. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with friends, meeting new people, and riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddiiiiiiingg! Well, hopefully.

Baltimore Convention was a bust. Headed down on Thursday night, got snowed in at a friend's house, and they took until Tuesday to get the roads cleared enough to make the Great Escape form the city. Sooo, yea...didn't get to see muh peeps, didn't get to experience the energy of the convention, but...I did get to have mucho fun being snowed in with friends and willed-poosie-chats (Asian Leopard Cats). We had wayyyy too much fun, ate wayyyyy too much food, and did what we could to occupy ourselves until we could see the sidewalks. Good times.

So yea, still got a bunch of stuff to do, like packing, and waiting for last minute supplies to get here, as well as juggling a few big tattoo projects before I leave. Sunday, I have a humongous start of a leg sleeve, which is going to be bonkers. I'll try to get time to toss some flix up on the ol' website when I get finished with the outline.
Alright, kiddies, that's enough for now. I'll report back when my feet have officially landed on Californian soil!
Until then!

Heya!

2010-01-17T21:58:00.002-05:00

So hey, internet-world!
I don't even know if anyone reads this thing anymore, but that's totally cool...I'mma still update it!

The biggest news as of late is my up-coming trip, no, Winter Hiatus, next month. I decided last year that I did not want to stick around for Winter in MD/PA this year, so I'm heading out to the Gold Coast to live/work until whenever I feel like coming back. I bought a one-way ticket to give myself a bit of positive uncertainty to look forward to, as well as give myself an opportunity to roll with the punches in the event that my trip needs to be cut short (or extended).

I chose San Francisco based on its moderate climate, and because I really enjoyed myself when I was out there almost 2 years ago (ughh, I can't believe it's been that long).
I think a few people think that I won't come back to the East coast...I hope they are wrong!

Work's been good, sometimes a slow week or two, sometimes a busy week or two. That's how it is. I've been pretty minimalist with advertising as well as staying put, which I look forward to changing once I get back form the West coast. Even with the lax attitude with promoting myself, I still get new clients and big projects to work on, so I guess I'm not that bad! The majority of the travel bug has been washed out of my system, so I'm finally ready to settle back down in a studio again and take on a heavier schedule.

BTG is most likely where I'll be...The guys have been trying to coerce me into working there since before they've opened, but I knew that committing to work there full-time with such a serious travel bug in my body was going to be counter-productive. We all get along super well, so I'm anticipating the actual nestling down and sticking my nose back into the grind-stone.
There is also another shop that will be opening very close to the epicenter of my travels, and they have expressed interest in having me work there. So, if I decide to commit there as well, I'd probably break my schedule into 2-3 weeks with BTG, then 1 week out of the month with the new shop.
I'm still going to be doing guest spots, but the majority of my time will most likely be spent up at BTG.

Health-wise, things have been good. I had a few issues a few months ago, which included a barrage of tests and what-not, as well as a trip to the ER. Since then, I've been taking further action to maintain my health, and it appears that any future issues will not be a terrifying ordeal.
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Moped season was super rad this past year. I finally met up with a crew in the area, and we've been hanging out, going to rallies, and just being stupid/silly. We really hit it off after I arranged a weekend rally in Gettysburg, and since, we've proven that we can spend almost a week without wanting to kill each other! It's everything I'd thought it would be!
I don't know what I have planned for this rally season, especially since my focus has [finally] shifted back into making my tattooing schedule more consistent. I know it's silly to say this, but I do plan on heading back out to SF in September, since that is the Creature's rally. The last one was two years ago, and it was by far, one of the best experiences of my life.

I have a few projects that need to be finished, but I feel like I haven't had much dedication to really get them finished. The Sebring is getting completely made over, so that was a huge undertaking. The Snark has been awesome...haven't blown it up yet. I still have a few more engines to rebuild, as well as a franken-ped project, so I have my hands pretty full.
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I'll be at the Baltimore Convention this year, but I won't be tattooing. I'll probably be running around, being a gopher for my fellow friends and artists who need someone to do things for them. Should be fun either way, I always enjoy the energy of a convention and seeing all my tat-bros and brahs.
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I think that's a pretty hearty, healthy update. I suppose once I head out to SF, I'll be sooper-giddy and bloggy. For now, any pertinent information can be found on my website...www.chikkenscratch.com!
Catch ya's on teh flip-side!

Wandering

2009-11-05T10:24:00.002-05:00

It was just a note, just a word, just a moment.
The Universe is not cruel, yet not caring of our wants.

It exists to promote life, to flourish, then to whither back into into the Great Mystery.
The debt of life is paid, and so creation can go on

The Universe is not cruel, yet not conceding to our every wish.
I still remind myself that this,
This is just a note, just a word, just a moment,
and nothing that can't, one day, be undone.

Strange Currents

2009-09-22T02:31:00.000-05:00

Fighting sleep.
Don't know why.

I keep thinking about the image of strange currents; Swirling about in my head.
A constant reflux of reminders, yet, a vision.

Five years, an azure mountain, the dead leaves, and the fires that rage on,
year after year.
There are moments when my heart opens,
Offering my vulnerability.
There is none there to receive,
and so the gates slowly counter swing
and interlock.
I am assured that there will never be resolution, yet I hope.
I still hope for no purpose.
A strange current,
it marks the path where emotion forces passage.
It swirls in a violent eddy, exposing it's silver waters
like the gleaming fangs of a wild dog.

Somehow, I am comforted rather than frightened,
I am watchful.
At the other end of the torrent, I know that the moulded earth
slowly withers away under that river's endless current.

Green Sky Musings

2009-08-19T01:20:00.004-05:00

Well, it's that time...
Yep. Update time.

Tattooing is fun, I like it.
More traveling has been happening, more to come. Check my website @ www.chikkenscratch.com for the details. I'm too ADD at the moment to repost them.

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Yup. Mopeding riding as usual. Killed the Snark. Well, actually, Ben killed the Snark, but it wasn't his fault. After two years, TWO YEARS, of subjecting the Snark engine to pure PUNISHMENT and TORTURE, it was an absolute fluke that sent 'er screaming to the pearly gates.
Upon inspection of the carnage that was laid to waste, it appears a small chunk of the nearly indestructible Polini separated from it's permanent home inside the cylinder. It made contact with the piston, and the two became enemies instantaneously. I'm not sure how the cylinder did not suffer more backlash of the two nemeses unyielding circumstance, but it appears the piston was not victorious over the concourse of combustion physics.

The victor had claimed its spoils, and the cosmic euphoria that shrouds the mystic pleasures of 'moped ride' had ceased to reign. Its operator(s) were left disheveled, confused, accusatory of the firm moped gods, lamenting the joy that is now bereft of their mechanical companion.

Such is moped, and this is the reason the keepers of all moped breeds keep many a moped in their herd. It is the death of one, but many remain to keep the joy and hope alive in hearts and minds of two-stroke tuners near and abroad.

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Football season is almost upon us. I can't wait. I was jumping up and down when I saw the showcase game of the Giants vs the Pamfers (Panthers). Happy, Happy, big men with armor smashing into each other, into inanimate objects, into unsuspecting cameramen, smashing into the terra firma, the onslaught of warrior vs warrior, the glorious marriage of strength and tactic, pure brute force and flashing spandex contouring to the every twitch of massive man-thighs. Yea. Pathetic, I realize. It is a beautiful sight, a symbolic ballet of inertia and precision. Hoo-ray!

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I feel like ass right now, which may or may not explain the unusual typing style for this evening. Went to the Cardio doc, and he thinks upping my sodium intake is a good idea. Two pills, two times a day, Sodium Chloride. Your body needs it to function on a daily basis.
I think my body hates it.

Literally, within seconds of taking them, I get severely nauseous...you know the kind...you start salivating (that liquid, non-sticky, almost water kind of saliva) in preparation for your stomach contents to make their slippery way to the back of your esophagus, and into whatever container you have at hand.
Minutes pass slowly, hours stray; The feeling doesn't go away.

They taste like an overwhelming gulp of briney sea-swells, and make gagging a welcome expression of their admittance into the body.

I'm not sure how long I have to take them. If it doesn't fix me, the next course requires a series of prodding medical tests, and the waiting game.
Worst case scenario may require the installation of a pacemaker.

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I think that's plenty enough for this evening. Once more shall this nonsense resume when I actually have something semi-important to say.
I bid all the readers out there in internetland and fond Adieu.

The Yellowed-eyed Messenger

2009-03-21T00:19:00.006-05:00

Here I am, taking a breather.
Whoa.

A lot of traveling going on. I'm digging it. I'm not sure what my path is, I'm just going with it until the survey is over. I guess I have no other decent alternative.

The persistence is remarkable, really. Floating about, here and there, waiting for the violets to appear. The fire and the light, reaching shadows cast onto ultramarine snowflakes. That was a good dream.
I saw a picture of a lion, etched into a black background. His eyes were wild yellow, but his expression left me feeling intrigued. He was to the right of a heart, staring intently toward the northeast. It was a moment of crepuscular clarity...Not quite dawn, not quite dusk; Not quite sure, not quite afraid. Mecca, sent by Ero? Maybe?
Don't think about it.

The call tempts me, but I cannot find that one spot there, the one where humanity melts away, and I am left in complete awe. I am hoping that it is because Winter's bare shell deceive my senses. I have neglected it for a while. I know it's still there, it never really leaves. It just becomes harder to come back to after all these years. I am confident...somewhat. I'm a little out of step with the rhythm as of right now. I don't know the severity of it, I just know I'm spinning away from the realm of common minds. It might be minor, like, this is what is supposed to happen...or it could be one of those things where you see yourself falling, but the hope of an eternal sky blinds the horizon that quickly approaches.

Earth. That's where I am now. All I can do is wait.

Eh, the lingering threat of indifference. I am learning that although some emotion is omitted, ignorance does not necessarily stem from this seed. I'm not sure what to do with the new-found wisdom...it doesn't seem like wisdom at all...but I suppose that might be part of what I'm supposed to be doing with it. Keep your head down, keep your nose to the grindstone, they would say.

Lastly, I'd like to take this time to mention how thankful I am that the mind forgets. I am calm, but feeling bland. This is a long entry. This is a long entry that probably makes absolutely no sense to anyone.

I'm going to go practice another language now.
Happy Spring.

Sleep is over-rated.

2009-01-04T02:45:00.003-05:00

SoooOoOOooooo...
I had a nightmare for the first time in years last night. It was a rather weird thing. I forgot how vivid my dreams get in the right circumstances.
The odd part is that I cannot even begin to explain said nightmare. It was a clusterfuck of absolute absurdity.

I remember that it was about weird shit happening as I was about to fall asleep...yea, I was having a nightmare about having a nightmare...pretty ingenius, right?

One thing that was scary was that things kept trying to take me..I think. I remember a lot of asinine jibbajabba and abstract physics happenin' around me. For some reason, this combination was extra-terrifying. One thing that comes to mind was my body being lifted for no reason and doors becoming transparent as I walked up to them. There was a grasping of my torso, and a coldness that seemed to linger with it. I just kept feeling like I was possessed, which, for the record, I've had happen in the past during a dream...well, it felt like a possession to me. That time had a lot of significance tacked on to it, but this time...well, I just don't know.

I kept screaming in this nightmare. This is weird in itself because I hardly ever express fear in a raging, ear-piercing series of harsh vocalizations. Usually, the shock keeps me running for about 10 seconds, then the grasp of reality leaves me silently contemplating the relevance with stinging, weak legs and a heartbeat that would put a marathon runner to shame.

So um, I can't remember much else, other than it was really intense. I remember thinking at some point in my dream that I needed to wake up...at which time, I believe I opened my eyes and consciously evaluated my surroundings while still in dream mode. I saw my room, and the light that creeps in from the hallway. I saw how it bounced off the floor and walls, and the few boxes next to my bed. I saw those things, and did mentally reach for them, hoping to wake up. I was sooo close, but my dream pulled my back as if I was bound to it by an elastic band.
I tried multiple times to wake up, and although my eyes were opened and I was cognitively thinking, I could not escape from it. This ultimately led to more terror compounding to the already scary bits of my dream world.

Then I woke up. Ahh, the paralysis of dream shock. A moment of complete autonomic failure where you are strapped into whatever position you fell alseep in, complete with an ejaculated by-product of overstimulated microorganisms. My body was stinging, and my heart felt like it was on the verge of implosion. Yet, there I was, unable to do a goddamn thing about it. I looked at the clock, and realized I had only been asleep for an hour, at most.

Yep.
That was my evil dream sequence. I wish I could have gone into details about it, but yea...The end.

No. Yes. Maybe...

2008-11-20T02:06:00.003-05:00

So, I felt like being bloggy again.
BloggGaBlOOGAbLOggABlog.

I also feel like listing random words I think are great...like banana...
...and cucumber.
and Mayonnaise.
'Bork' is a fun one I find myself saying a lot, too...thanks Thor.
Pineapple.
Most of these are foods. I'm not hungry. They are just fun to say.

This online journal thing is pretty funny, too. I'm sure most people who have these things write these crazy, long, intricate entries, get really into them, pour their heart and soul into it, smile, then push the /post/ button.
Yep. Just like that.
Then, the next day, they go check out their blogs, maybe to make another post, and look back on that previous entry. Then they think, "WTF is this crap!??!?!?!"
Yea...that happens all the time. I guess it's a persistent pursuit to be on top of the 'artistic' aspects of one's self. Fwhhhatevar.

There is no point to this post.

Just a ramble...
the end.

The Ol' Switcharooney?

2008-11-16T01:06:00.003-05:00

So, I have a thought I'd like to share to the internet...
It appears that parallel universes exist...sort of.

Since this is somewhat of a personal journal-thing, I feel I must divulge what I think may be a recently discovered truth about myself. As for the relationship with the title, this self-discovery makes me feel like a reversal role.

I think I'm getting better at words, and stuff.

I know, that sounds rather silly, but as I remember from the past, I sometimes had hard times talking to people. I can remember talking to certain individuals, and getting this knot in my stomach, sweating my ass off, and after pretty long in-depth conversations, I walked away feeling like I had just watched the most mind-numbing movie ever. You know those types of conversations, you go in with every honest intent to dispose a truth, or find out what the other person is thinking, and you come out feeling like your mind is full of static and your stomach gets these pangs of complete failure.
You sit there and contemplate said conversation, and feel completely drained, like you just spent all day building a sand castle, and this big ol' wave from nowhere comes along and eats it.

I feel that in the past couple months, I have been better at getting to the point much faster, more efficient, without being as redundant (cause I am gooooooood at that! HA!) as I used to be. I think with my reborn lacksidaisical attitude toward most things, I no longer confuse myself with making sure I get every little detail that seemed important into the conversation. For the most part, I don't get as knotted-up when I discuss things with people, I don't debate with my beliefs as much, and in some regard, I think I actual break through to people...well, maybe not with as much impact as I'd really like, but I feel they may be picking up more than 10% of what I'm saying...you know what I'm sayin'?

So, in contemplation, I'd like to think that my chakras are little bit more in line (well, except for my solar plexus, but that will come in time). That's my educated guess. It comes and goes, some days I still feel like I'm speaking with a mouth full of cotton, some days I feel like I can't find the right words to make a coherent sentence, and some days I just worry about getting everything I need to say out, and that creates this torrent of non-structured speech that is indecipherable, redundant, and full of moot points.
*Note: 'moot' is a funny word.

I also think it helps that I've been able to keep my core energy from being sucked dry from my audience as I converse. There are people out there who have an uncanny ability to do this (whether intentionally or unintentionally). It lets me keep my energy for the more climactic and relevant points of my dialogue.

So yea, I just felt like being bloggy today. That pretty much concludes my rant. Stay tuned for more ridiculousness.

Back from the semi-dead.

2008-10-12T02:01:00.003-05:00

So....uhhh,, hey, all. What's goin' on?

Ummm, well...where do I begin?
I guess I should explain that I have chosen to fall off the face of the Earth...which is kinda cool. Total hermit-tude is nice every now and again.

I just came back from San Francisco...that was effing rad. Seriously. The scenery was spectacular, the vibe was stereotypical laid-back California style, and I almost shed a tear when I looked back at the Gold Coast and it quickly sank behind the horizon. The weather was right up my alley, too. The major sucky thing about it was the price of living, and all of the bums. Like, seriously. Baltimore has its fair share, but in SF, you can't take more than 5 steps without someone asking for money. It's frustrating. I even had a verbal rumble with a drug-head in a Burger King. Apparently, she 'knew me' and we were once best friends until I messed around with her boyfriend at the time. She wouldn't leave me alone. I've never raised my voice to a complete stranger before that day. It was a new experience to say the least.

A while ago, I started weekly ACP treatment (which has evolved into monthly appointments). I'm definitely in a different groove, but I don't know if it's from that, my traveling lifestyle, or just aging. Not that it's a bad thing at all. In fact, I think with more clarity, feel with more rationality, and over-all, I've just sort of...I dunno, leveled out for the most part. The only drawback is that I feel direction-less and unconcerned. Well, looking at the sentence and saying it in my head, it isn't necessarily a draw-back at all.

What else can be mentioned...??
Meh. Nothing really important. I've neglected this thing long enough. I suppose that's how it's going to be from now on. I've been doing guest spots here and there since I left Flesh. It's been pretty cool. It's nice to set my own hours. I miss some of my co-workers, though. Not all of them, but most of them.

Anyways, that's a good hearty, wholesome blog, me thinks. Hopefully I'll have something worthwhile to say next time I post. Until then, Adieu!

Supersonic on the tips of bird wings.

2008-05-30T22:46:00.002-05:00

I haven't forgotten about you.
I have forgotten what I wanted to say.

I have been to many places this past year. I have traveled more than I have in any other year. I am scheduled to travel even more.
Even when I am at home, I am always traveling. I catch the updrafts of the ridge, and follow the rain back down to the river.
I wonder, if I could travel back in time, would I want to? Oh, of course a part of me says, "Sure, I could change this or that." Then there is a larger part of me that says to leave well enough alone. Permanence has a more valuable lesson than erasing error.
I am traveling while I am waiting. Five years rings in my mind. Five more years. Five years could mean a great disappointment. Five years could be the ultimate light's soft presence. I doubt I will know when and where until it is time.

A robin has chosen to make her nest on the door, amidst a door wreath made of garden hose. Why she has chosen such an awkward spot, I haven't the foggiest. The poor thing scatters at any sight or sound of movement, but yet she has laid a total of three eggs in three days. I wonder why she stays, and what attracted her to begin with. Birds have a strange way of succeeding when there is nothing to claim of victory. For that, I am humbled.

Smoke and Mirrors

2008-01-29T03:56:00.000-05:00

There and gone.

Time Travel and the Expanses of Collapse

2007-12-28T02:17:00.000-05:00

So, I have to get this out while there is still some of it left in my mind.

The other day I was minding my own business, when I realized a couple things. I can't remember what the first one was, but the second thought was about the continuity of death. It made me think of black holes.

The universe is, well, eternal. ETERNAL. That's a very, very, VERY hard thing to comprehend...or, is it?

Not really. Eternal is not the beginning or the end. It encompasses both as one. Black holes have a similar lifespan. Collected from the absence of life, a star, a nebula, an explosion. From a chemical reaction, to a crushing nothing, there is no existence of death. Did you see what I just typed? "...an absence of life..., to absence of death. That makes a lot of sense if you can understand the right pitch.

I do believe death is eternal, but not meant as in permanent. I don't believe there is a conscious life after death. Your physical self gets stripped down to molecules, but your true essence is stripped down to something more significant. Think of it as if your soul was made of atoms and particles. Death is merely a redistribution of them. Some get cast into the reaches of the universe, some get cast into the mind and body of a garden slug, and some just go into things that we have not discovered. If enough of them stay together, you might call it reincarnation.
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I typed up this long comparison of black holes and death, but found it to be to nerdy and redundant. So please, feel free to entertain yourself as you ponder this post. You might not get it, but you might just realize something else and make a completely off-topic, incoherent post about golfcarts and cheez-whiz. It might be intellectual, it might be sensational, it just might be remedial!

Dressed in Green

2007-12-18T01:59:00.000-05:00

Hail, all the love that is a growling whisper, captured not by the sea nor the wind nor the frozen river.
In the sky, we stand, watching upon horizons that dance with the sunlight,
let us not believe that there will ever be night.
Beyond the grave of the waking dead, there will be a valley in which the rain does not pass;
Keep to the sky, and and do not glance back at the grasping flame,
make not a word that would tell of your existence,
Go with the wind into heavens,
and know not a single groan will wither thy spirit.

Shining Shades of Ochre

2007-12-14T01:58:00.000-05:00

Man, I just have to say, I love my job, I love my coworkers, and I love being around my friends and family. Seriously.
I was beginning to think that I disliked tattooing. Nope. I just disliked working around negative and manipulative people. I was beginning to think I was alone. Not at all. Karma visits all who risk indifference.
My family thought I was dying, and I almost did. I thought my life had been trapped by the fists of misfortune. No. It was to make sure I knew how to rise against all things that oppress me.
I am fortunate. I am fortunate for many things. I try to be grateful for all these things.

I am awake. I am right where I need to be. I do not doubt my conscious. I KNOW my intentions were right. My adversaries will whither in their own bitterness. I know I am better than that.

I haven't much time, but I'm glad I've made it this far. Good company can ward off the most vile of intent. That is my talisman for all things that oppress me. I am fortunate that it is a simple thing to come by in this world.

Well, that's all for now. It has been a long day, and the night will be short. Until next time....

And once there was a ...ummmm.... what?

2007-12-10T00:29:00.000-05:00

Ahh, updates. Yes.

Everything has been going very well. Work is steady, the holidays are almost here, and things are a'happenin'.

"Come and see, come and see..."

Well, I had a lot to say before I started typing this, now it seems I haven't much but a bunch of buzzing in my head zzZZZzZzzZZzZzZZ

Tomorrow I plan on doing nothing. Nada, zip, zero, zilch. It's probably for the best. I feel as though Saturday's marathon took a little bit more energy out of me than I thought. Not to mention, I've been drinking a lot of water which can make me feel worse.
I need a hair cut, too. It's getting pretty shaggy on the ol' melon.

Alright, well that was pretty pointless. More to come, I hope. Adios!

Level Up!

2007-11-15T01:38:00.000-05:00

I ate too many pretzels, tonite. Their effect is slowly wearing off now, and I can focus on writing this so that I may get to bed.

I stayed at class late tonight, and I talked to Gina for 2 hours after class. I don't know how it managed to be two hours, but it was a very intricate conversation. My level of respect has gone up a few notches because of it. It's not that I didn't respect Gina before, oh no. Gina is awesome! I have more respect because she thought nothing of it.
I don't feel like such a weirdo after talking to her. Well, maybe weirdo isn't the word. I don't feel like I am so alone in what I feel and believe. I always hoped there were others that see the same things, and feel the same things, but after discussing it tonight, I feel like I truly found another of my 'feather.'

So anyways, I am right here where I need to be, no if, ands, or buts about it. This is where I have been led. The Great Fate has guided me closer to balance, even though I am kicking myself for not listening sooner. I pray that I can become closer to the Great Force and make my way to the deeper channel of life, beyond any mental eddies. I want to keep my composure in the face of adversity, and have a greater faith in Karma. I don't ever want to be consumed by bitterness.
I don't think I'm doing bad for myself in the least bit. I'm definitely not fighting to stay positive in a negative environment. I'm grateful I don't have that to worry about.

So down the line, I am confident of all that has happened, and all that may still happen. I just have to meditate a little harder, and try to do it as much as I can, when I can. I want to be at that level that I saw in another human being tonight. I don't want to surpass it right now, I just want to be there.

That's it, that's all I have for my littler blurb right now. Stay tuned for more to come!

'Centered, Grounded, Guided.'

2007-11-13T03:39:00.000-05:00

Well, I'm starting to write this at 3:39 AM. I am wide awake because, well, I am. Part of the norm and all. I just finished writing an email to a guy I have never met. I wrote to him because I want him to know his story is the same story a few of us have learned.
It goes back to my saying that history repeats itself, and unless you figure out what you are doing wrong, you are going to live it and relive it all over again. Once the situation becomes new, then you know you have successfully learned and moved on to the next level.

Not for some, though. I think that it is funny that there are completely irrational people that blame others for problems that are a chain of events initiated by their own egotistical reactions. We all have blamed someone for doing something 'on purpose (regardless of that person's true intentions), but once the situation is analyzed, one would usually realize that the initial effect is typically beyond all control. It's things like road rage, where not being aware of your blindspot might cause you to cut someone off. In retaliation, that person follows you, clinging to your bumper, swearing, making obscene gestures, and eventually driving you off the road. Your demise has barely satisfied their need to retaliate. That's irrational.

It's also a parallel to Psychological Projection, but that's a whole other rant.

In any case, the point that I'm trying to illustrate is that the deeply afflicted irrational do not move on. They brood themselves into nothing. Their hatred and malice eventually consume them. Those that do not express spite resolve themselves with apathy.

I don't know what's worse, to be consumed by your own bitterness, or wither away because you feel nothing at all.

So for all those who have recently (or ultimately) been wronged by an irrational monster, I wish you peace. It is the only way to conquer that which has no soul.

It is 4:51 now. I think I have attempted to write a relevant rant. If I have not succeeded, please send all comments to the complaint department. The will be promptly evaluated and responded to.

This is Happening.

2007-11-06T02:27:00.000-05:00

It seems so long ago, it seems so far away ago;
Where the arrows of Jupiter cannot break the woven shackles of the hopeless,
I'm there and gone.
and the days flood all over again.

I have reached the full circle, and I am back where I had left off. It's not a bad thing by any means. I only wish I was able to do it sooner. I am reminded, though, that such expedited fortunes are reserved for the apathetic.

I don't feel the cold as much. The phantom scents are the only persistent reminder of that empty blue room. Well, that and a few notes of familiar songs.
I still miss him. At least that lonely graveyard returned one person back into my life. I cannot even reverse the memories and expel them into a visual construction. They are simply too destructive to release there. Even thinking about it for longer than a minute could be enough to let them inhabit my dreams. I want it gone for good.

It's getting there.

I was walking one day, and I felt like I never left. I found some old oil paintings, and they smelled like warmth and comfort.
I realized there is a gap in my sketchbook that no matter how hard I'd like to fill it with those missing memories, there will simply be no way to do it, or do it without shredding this puzzle piece heart.

I'll always remember rain, I'll always remember how gray the mountains made everything seem. I'll always remember cutting the puddles at night, the mist in the endless fields, the marsh and the shade. I'll always remember the signs that told me to leave before I even arrived.
The Black Dog omen still haunts me. When I awoke, I quickly rendered the beast. It's buried in my box somewhere. I think that's the best place for it.

I hope Winter will return this year to assure that things have been made right. I haven't much time left, and I don't want to be a ghost.

I apologize that this entry didn't make much sense from the outside. Insomnia tends to awaken more then just my physical being. That being the case, my fingers just follow step. I'll attempt to make a more coherent post at a later time.

It's terrifying, it's nauseating, it's...the CEDAR POINT POST!

2007-10-07T12:11:00.000-05:00

Alright, so I said I'd make a (long overdue) post about Cedar Point. So here it is:

I had a great time!

The highlights of the park were the Top Thrill Dragster, and the Millenium Force. I'd said the Power Tower and the Skyhawk were the third and fourth place contenders, althought they weren't true roller coasters.

The Top Thrill Dragster was just that. A launch at 120mph STRAIGHT up 420-something feet, and then straight back down with a little corkscrew action thrown in there. Pure terror before the launch, absolute euphoria upon reaching the top. Not to mention, being able to see miles into the lake and the horizon at the top of it all made me want to 'PRAISE JESUS!' LOL!
The Millenium Force is number one for true roller coaster style. It is a mass of hard twists of metal, taking you down a 320 ft hill at 94 mph. Not to mention, the trolley up the hill was quick and smoooth. It was a great ride that did not snap you around too much, was smooth, quick, and quiet. Top Notch.
The Power Tower....Truly one of the scariest rides of the park. You sit in a seat (with a harness) that is attatched to a trolly on the side of this huge tower. You face outward from the tower, and this thing takes you slowly up the side of the tower. When will it drop you? Nobody knows! It is enough to make your hands start to sweat about 1/3 of the way up. Once you drop, it is the best sensation! It kept its 'Holy Shit' factor at a solid 11 on a 1-10 scale without losing that rank upon riding it over and over again.
The Skyhawk was similar to the old pirate ship, except if you fed it steroids. The shear noise this ride generated was enough to make you pee yourself a little. It had the breath of a chained monster waiting for its chance to break out. Like the pirate ship, it is a swing type, except is went higher, and expanded on more of a circular plane. typical pirate ships took you a little less than 90 degrees from the resting position. The Skyhawk took you about 110 degrees from resting position. Doesn't sound like much, but just imagine if the pirate ship went out of control and just kept getting higher and higher, until the point where you are sitting up, but your stomach is facing the ground. That's a good time.
Last but not least, the scariest ride of the park crept along at a nauseating 5 mph, and just barely scraped past the tree tops. That's right, I'm talking about the terrifying thriller that are the sky trollies, as seen at Hershey Park. You know them, the little 4 person cars that creep along on a suspended cable, intending to give its riders an unobstructed view of theme park awe. But these jankey, ill-kept cars jostle and clank as they move their way in a straight line to point B. You dangle helplessly, bracing yourself for the fall to your death 50 feet below when the cable decides to give, or when the car decides to unhook itself from its line of death. A solid 20 on the 1-10 scale of Horror.

Prior to the trip, James and I stopped off at a Rite Aid and picked up some generic Drememine (sp). I was afraid the side effects would leave me fogged, but they didn't too bad. At one point I did become soo drowsy, I thought I was going to collapse. That could have been from the lack of sleep the night before, and the fact that we did more walking than riding on the first day. I'm just glad that James took over as the coaster nazi. He was definitely the driving force that kept us going! Thanks, James!
The ride back was long. We stopped off somewhere in western PA and had ourselves a picnic lunch. Nat and I slept most of the way (which was good for James and Kurt who were the drivers)! Inside joke, lol!!

That was about it. I loved it! I can't wait to do it again! James gets major props for hooking us up with the ride and the hotel! Thanks, Coaster Nazi!!

Thanks for reading this post about Cedar Point, have a Great Day!!

Ummm, what just happened?

2007-10-03T09:22:00.000-05:00

Today I woke up and now I feel like I forgot a lot of things. I couldn't get to sleep last night, and once I did, I woke up at 8am this morning.
I *think* I am suppose to head to class tonite, even though I am not officially signed up yet. I'm looking forward to that, and I hope I have enough energy for it tonite.

Today I went through a few old letters, and became distraught and justified at the same time. My memory is terrible these days, and throwing letters out would erase the fragments associated with that time. It's like a piece of the puzzle that I should keep in order to remind myself that I was even working on a puzzle.
I can't remember more than two days without the assistance of other minds. Oddly enough, my long term memory is in better shape, and extends well into times before I knew how to speak. I am grateful for that.

I meditate a lot these days. Well, for the past couple years. I also like doing rain chants. For whatever reason, they seem to work.

Thor and I decided the other day that we need to go camping...this weekend. I haven't gone camping yet this year, and that makes me sad. I love camping. I love fires. I love being outside in the woods. It's been a while since I have gone camping in the fall, too, which makes it more interesting.

I want to go up to Hburg and visit everyone up there. I haven't really hung out with R and M recently, with the exception of a few hours once we got back from Cedar Point (which was awesome; I will have to do a post about it later 'cuz I forgot to do one at all). I like hanging out and talking with 'doze guys.

So yea, his is a blah post. It's a blah day. And I am feeling blah right now. I think I have something big and fun to work on today, too. If anything, I got a couple of sleeves to tweak before we go to ink. That should keep my mind moving. Yeh, man.
until later......>.>>>>>..>...Boink.

timeTimEtImeTImETiMeblah.

2007-10-02T10:19:00.000-05:00

Well now, it might be time for an update!

First, I'd like to say how beautiful the nights have been recently. I came home from, well, wherever it was that I was, and watched a clear, moon-lit sky be consumed by a dark nothing which was a thunderstorm. One side of the sky was dark and lightning, the other side was completely clear. I sat on the grass and watched the moon turn from orange to black. Very awesome, creepy, etc.

On to the meat...My language class was cancelled, and I was kind of bummed. I went over to Joppa hall to say Hey to an old instructor, and somehow managed perfect timing to catch her right before her class. She invited me to stay for a bit since I had left HCC with a higher level of art instruction and the class she was teaching was only level 2. I chilled, watched them do their homework critiques, and Gina (instructor) invited me to stay and draw from the model. I hadn't expected all this. I stayed, and drew from the model, and it was awesome. I hadn't done it in so long, I was actually kind of nervous that I had lost my touch.
Gina kept asking me if I was coming back to the studio, and I told her about my other class cancelling. We basically agreed that it was a sign.

Hmm, vat else? Mmmmm, Ben is more addicted to mopeds than I had ever thought I was, which is awesome. The RR has proven itself roadworthy, and has been the daily rider for those who have participated on HC rides.

I had a dream last night that was beautiful...well, the sequence of events lead me to feel something beautiful. I woke up believing my dream for a split second, then about cried when I realized I had woke up. That dream was a tease. I can usually tell when my dreams are foreshadowing a possible event, and when they are just there because my mind likes to pretend stuff so that my heart feels better. This one was a 'it will be alright just as long as you stay asleep.' I would give anything to make it last.

On the flip side, I am glad at least one person was able to change themselves for better, even if it took a disaster to change their opinion. They were able to show a great sincerity, and a humble heart and honest words were enough to change a disappointed heart. You know who you are, way to go! I am proud...just don't let it happen again. BTW, Y.M.A.B. ;oP

So, Fall is good. I hope I do not stray far from this path, as it seems this is where I am supposed to be. I am glad I made it, and I am glad I have the best people with me to share it.

Horizons

2007-08-23T00:32:00.000-05:00

The sea at rest, like placid glass of sparkling sapphire against a curtain of brilliant gold. It surely is a wandering mind's paradise.
Wandering minds, though, have to be careful of falling into deceptive waters.

What do you make of all you see around you?
Truth, or fiction?
Beyond what you see, what do you make of all you feel?
Again, truth...or fiction?

I have learned that there is no hope for a few out there. Even for those few that deep waters has failed to stop my heart from caring.

I wish you could understand. I wish you would take that back. I really do.
What advantage would it have for you?
...None.
You are what you hate. You are what your big words mask in the face of the world. You have no soul, no essence to bring you light. You live off crooked smiles, co-dependence, and manipulation between your hallow self. How I wish you wouldn't.
I'd give my life to make you see. Is it worth it?

Today, I live well, but you have no concern. Have you ever wondered why they betray you? Do you ever wonder why they go crazy? Do you ever wonder why they leave you?

Maybe they see right through you. Maybe they try to help you see, but you have no sight. Maybe they try to help you feel, but you have no touch. You feed off the senses of others. When all the chances are gone, they are wrought with despair, and your greedy hunger swallows them whole.
They never left you. You left them.
Stop blaming others. Stop branding them with words that are void of context. Defeat your ignorance, open the gates, and let the beams consume you.

No, what am I saying. Nothing, nothing. You are truly lost, and sometimes I wish my heart could give up on you once and for all.
Then I could be as you are...

The Crying Harp

2007-08-16T00:36:00.001-05:00

You know, I felt the need to type another post because the other one is so beautifully incoherent. So here is another wonderfully incoherent post.

I am back in the gray valley, floating in the mist of a cold rain. I am so many places at once. I feel the heartache of Autumn, the desolation of Winter, the apprehension of Spring, the failure of Summer; Back into Autumn. I ask the forgiveness of Time, afraid to be condemned, assured that I will carry that hopelessness for a long time. I am currently reminded of a beautiful sorrow which cannot be relieved, which cannot be denied.

Ahh, how passionate those moments of complete and utter isolation were. I thought a mountain top would be the perfect place to speak to the Heavens, who knew a bottomless ocean was more fitting.
Cold and alone, desperate, tragic, and solemn; Yet, the innocence still remained preserved.

There is nothing I can do now. It is nothing but a dream. Dare I be tempted by the illusion, into the well I will fall.

I'll always miss that place, until I am unable to forget its despair. Good riddance, my beautiful ruiner.

Effect of the Cause.

2007-08-15T23:36:00.001-05:00

And where was I, this day, what is not so long ago?
Frail, skinny;
Invisible.

It's funny what they say about all things happening for a reason. I feel it is a good reason, but I haven't quite reached that understanding. Maybe I won't. Not in this lifetime.
and I don't have much time.

There is an answer that looms in the untouchable realm. Unto which is sought, there, it will not be found. The simplest rule, and always the first rule.

Happiness though, mistaken for elevation in joyful emotion, is nothing more than an accepted neutrality in the Great Balance. Much like the Yin and Yang. A darkness is a precursor to morning, and morning a precursor to darkness. Once you go beyond the obvious acceptance of that cycle, you reach a level where they mean nothing. Morning is neither celebrated nor despised. Darkness is neither happiness nor sadness. They are what they are. Once that is contemplated to the point where it becomes a feeling rather than thought, it is truly happiness...it's an amazing transformation of...something. It's the unknown energy. The greatest of all the intangibles.

My grip is weak, at best, and I find myself developing an internal arrhythmia to the essential being. I know there is a place where these thoughts become complacent. I experience it often, yet like a daily pilgrimage, I travel the same miles to feel it. It's all there so that I will not become a captive to idle days.

I know I am well...at least in comparison to all I was. I find it hard to believe there are such things as malicious, resentful people. I could easily ruin myself contemplating that idea for too long. I don't carry those seeds. Somehow, I do without.
Still, there is that question. If only they realized that my eyes are mirrors to their own, maybe the answer would be a little clearer. The concept of misunderstanding still remains, and I question its role in that which has challenged me.

This means nothing to you, those who read this. It is merely a memoir from the mass eating the back of my head. Goodnight.

Barely a Ripple

2007-07-25T00:07:00.000-05:00

I woke up one day and the world began to spin and sing with so many colours. There were stripes and dots and pastels, streamers and noises and sights. There was energy and whirlwinds that were so uplifting. There were familiar songs, and familiar smells. There was joy and comfort and all things unseen.

And they thought I was crazy. They thought I was making it up.

Anyways, it's funny how history repeats itself. At least I can sit back and watch it in this round. I feel relieved to know that I was right. And now Ryan knows.

On a completely unrelated note, I had a dream about Becki a few weeks ago. What a bizarre dream. We were in a room, much like an attic, except finished off with hardwood floors, a big window, and a bunch of old beds. It kinda reminded me of an old orphanage or finishing school, even if I have never seen one.
Well, I looked over my shoulder and saw her standing there. In absolute awe, I asked Becki if she was really dead. She replied with, "Yes, and so are you..." I became afraid once I heard her say that. Immediately, she finished off with, "Well, technically, you're half dead [or halfway dead]," in a matter-of-fact sort of tone, then made a gesture like she used to do when explaining something to me.
She seemed somewhat jolly, even though it felt like I disturbed her in a way.
She walked off into another room, and I walked out of the room we were in, and found myself in a dimly lit hallway. I was still in shock at seeing her and at what she said, so I forced myself to wake up (in a panic).

I don't know what to make of that dream, or if I should even think about it.

On another unrelated topic...get ready for it, it's a moped update...The Red Rocket has finally come back to life. All I have to do is get the damn wiring straightened out, and I'll be ready to take 'er on its maiden voyage.
Officially, I have 3 running mopeds. The Snark has finally shown its displeasure with me but giving me hard starts. I think I have an idea as to what is going on, so that should be cake. Number 2 is still rawking and rolling, although I would like to do a complete engine tear down and give it a good cleaning. I have finally mastered the gearbox, now all I have to do is tackle the crankcase. That should be easy, but I was warned about the random shims that might come flying out to eat my face. Hopefully, it won't be bad...*crosses fingers*

That's it, that's all I got for tonite. Go away, stop reading this, you are only wasting your time.

The world stops buzzing for just a split second...

2007-07-17T00:08:00.000-05:00

Today is the day, and I am complacent.

I spent most of my day in bed yesterday. I could not move, I felt like death. I tried to get out of bed and sat outside for all of 30 minutes, and I thought I was going to die...or go lose my mind, or something. I finally got out of bed at 6 or 6:30, I can't remember. Yes, that's PM. No, I wasn't asleep the entire time.

No one would ever know that I work 2 jobs when I tell them about that.

Today was pretty quiet. I started a snake sleeve thing. I can't wait to get to the meat of it. The Samurai sleeve is whipping along, I look forward to having healed pics of last week's sitting. I did a drawing tonight for some koi sonnovajawns, I can't wait to start that, even if the dude has some crap on his arm already.
I really have no plans for tomorrow. The Snark needs some lovin's, I'm waiting for Sebring parts, and there's a pile of wood outside that needs to be attatched in a cube format.

I should call TI and Visions tomorrow. I haven't talked to those guys in forever. Mojo did call me tonite, which was way cool. It was good hearing from him, but at the same time, makes me reconsider what I'm doing.

I like being in a studio that doesn't treat me like a one trick pony. I like not being yelled at for using 'too many supplies.' I like being in a place where I'm two minutes from most of my friends.

I don't like that my bad experiences have some how left me feeling out of tune with my inner being. I was a better artist when I couldn't tattoo, and for some reason, I feel less of an artist knowing how to tattoo.

I'm not miserable doing what I do, I just aspire to do many other things, regardless of their worth. Talking to Mojo didn't help much, and knowing the guys at BTM have felt the same way at some point doesn't make feel any different.

I took time off because I was really pissed off at being so blind. I silenced my sixth sense thinking that was how one is able to trust. Heh. Boy was I wrong...twice.

Well, three times, but the third had nothing to do with the tattooing thing.

I'm making a lot of paragraphs.
I like paragraphs.

Anyways. I do think that Larry and Kim are right. I've even thought about going back to school for, whatever. Ryan seems to be happy doing it. The most artistically intense I've felt was when I was in school, be it HCC and MICA. I'd like to go back, maybe. It's a thought I haven't really thought about.

This was kind of a downer post, even though I don't feel down. I feel pretty good, actually. A little tired, but you know. We insomniacs are always tired.
Well, goodnight, world, and all those beyond it!

With every Intention...

2007-07-10T00:19:00.000-05:00

You've willingly done what cannot be undone, what cannot be changed.
You'll curse the world for whom the world has cursed,
not knowing what matters when the matters are in the knowing.

I can't stop that.

I've tried before. I've tried now. I've been the hurt and I've felt the hurt. I've been the peace and I've felt the peace. That which shadows cannot conceal, the light will make blind.

I can't fix that.

Exclusion will only delay the effect. A river stands between you and the gate. Forgiveness is action, only with Time.

Dangerous in Eyes

2007-06-13T00:38:00.000-05:00

Where has the time gone?

So it's been a little while since updated-age-ness-sim-ed-ly-er-ing-tion-ability-ous.

I wonder if anyone else catches/remembers/appreciates that.

Let's see now, where, how do I begin. Last month was rough. We lost a friend and her unborn daughter in a car accident. I've had friends killed in car accidents before, but it seems this one hits a little closer to home, especially since it encompasses a deep, extended network of friends and family.
I have been unable to visit Nikki due to wierd freak situations (and we concluded there might be a reason I am not allowed to visit her, so we won't push it.) She and Ben left to go across country for the next two weeks. Thorsett will also be leaving to go across country within the next few weeks.
Emily left work to go on maternity leave. The studio will be quieter without her.
The website thing hit a snag, and I'm a little frustrated with it. I'll have to seek out some help to get it going again.
There, the bad is done.

Work at FTC has been great. I've been busy picking up new clients as well as old. The name is getting out there, and work is steady through the door. BTM was retardedly busy this week. I don't really plan on picking clients up there, but I have a few who seem interested now that I am there. It's nice, but I'm finding the less I think about it, the crazier it gets. I guess it's good and bad.

On a rambling note, I am told by many that I am not a selfish or emotionally ignorant person. I wish I had the super powers to make others that way. I use the handle 'angryclothespin' because it's part of an old poem, not because it describes how I feel. Looking back on old journal posts, there is nothing angry about them.
Just a desire to share what I see to those who are aware.
I did not succeed.

A friend has told me I have a way of seeing on such a more intricate level, that it surpasses the understanding of my audience. In other words, I see more in a simple situation (which makes it more comlex or intricate), and because of that, my audience is incapable of understanding what I'm talking about. I think I'm just too damn redundant. (Insert HAR here).
It just makes me frustrated/disappointed when the people I care about can't see the obvious, or worse, are too lame to accept 'possibilities.' Then, in misunderstanding, become disassociated with my presence.

Sometimes I wish I could be more 'normal,' and just be able to explain complex things in such a way that a retarded monkey would understand. It would make things a lot easier. I ask myself whether it is my fault I couldn't find the right words, or if it is the fault that my audience lacks the ability to relate. A combination of both, I'm sure, but occurance is much too often and with too much negative repercussion.

I still believe that this is how things need to correspond...and hope there is an apparent reasoning behind all that 'goes wrong'. One day I'll be able to step away from the echoes of misunderstanding, be it with the living peace or with imminent death. I still consider my opponents, but I tend to forget the chivalrous are a dying breed.

BOWK?

2007-04-26T20:21:00.000-05:00

YEEHAW!

I don't know what that was for, I guess I just felt like typing YEEHAW! as my header.

I just finished some very delicious sushshishsiisiisihi and fried green tea ice cleam (yes, ice cleam). Today was very very busy, and I have a dollar. I have a few dollars. Tomorrow I will buy more green tea with my few dollars, and I will drink them. They will be delicious, as well.

So CT. I love the ride up. I love the endless horizon that is New York City. My train seems to leave the same time every time I travel, so that allows me to catch New York City with a backdrop of golds and crimsons behind its looming structures. Beyond the city is a less intense, but equally impressive sense of unfamiliarity. The tracks are laced with garbage, litter, and the impoverished wanderers living amongst them.

Josh decided to get a parrot, a blue and gold macaw to be exact. Although he is not 'mean' in the sense of ripping your face off, he has a delicate preference of who he (or she) wishes to have in its presence. Most of the time he/she just croaks at any fingers that come close to its body, although he/she will gently, but sternly
'bite' fingers that venture too close to its massive beak. I did not know this, but apparently parrots have a bone in their tongues. Their tongues are similiar to the toe of a gecko than that of any other animal body part (tongue [or TOUNGE, giggle giggle] or toe) in the kingdom. Soo wierd.

Umm. Yea. I got an email the other day from a production director of Miami Ink. They are on the search for a "talented, charismatic young female tattoo artist" to take the spot of Kat Von D. Funny. I'm velllllly curious to see who it will be.

Cheesespread. Lots of it. Cheesespread Crust, I just forgot what I was thinking about typing.

I am going to visit and most undoubtedly socially vocalize with the Nikkith next week. I am looking forward to that. I have promised her that I will visit, and I will fulfill that "DESSST-TIN-EEE (said in big, manly announcer voice)!" next week. WEEEEEE!!!

So that's the end. Nothing more to talk about right now. G'Nite!

Vegetable

2007-04-14T01:49:00.000-05:00

"What will grow crooked you can't make straight,
it's the price that you've gotta pay.
Do yourself a favor and pack your bags, buy a ticket and get on the train;
Buy a ticket and get on the train.

"Cuz this is fucked up, fucked up.
You are fucked up, fucked up..."

You cannot smudge me,
It won't let you.
[and I laugh]
We are the same, but you won't admit regret.
Such a little twisted vine,
Oh, how it suffers with you.
For once, I hope it haunts you.

I hope it fucking rots you.

Snargelly

2007-04-06T10:01:00.000-05:00

Well, let's see...it has been a while, ja.

Went to Richmond for Hell's Satans FFYS rally, it was intense. There were mopeds all over. The best was walking around at night, and hearing a moped start, or hearing a 'swarm' of them on the opposite side of town. That made me all warm and fuzzy inside. The first day was a countryside ride, and the second day was 'All Hell Breaking Loose day.' I think someone counted anywhere from 104-130 mopeds. We had traffic at a standstill, and the look on innocent onlookers was priceless. We even had a guy who was riding a scooter jump a concrete median to join the pack. That was pretty gnarly as well. Pictures and videos can be found here:

http://angryclothespin.myphotoalbum.com/albums.php

I had only a day to rest right before the rally after spending a little over a week out in Pittsburgh. I learned a lot out in Pittsburgh, even if the people (excluding the shop) out there grow even more retarded each year. Kevin was very accomodating and full of useful information. We destroyed each other in a game of paintball, too.

So up and coming...Connecticut, Virginia, Baltimore (yea not a state), Canada, and a small possibility of New Mexico. Eventually, I'd like to get back up to Mass. I love having a life. I owe Chuck some manual labor and it's nice to have the time to do it. I love being able to ride on warm days and nights. I love being addicted to sushi again and having an appetite for such foods. I love seeing/being around true friends.

That's all I have time for now. Be back in another few months.

'Unseen beauty, Joyless sight.'

2007-03-12T01:31:00.000-05:00

Goodness, goodness, where has the future gone?

I have such anticipation for Spring. The trees will talk, and I am a little bit nervous about what [they] will say.

The moped has been giving me some issues. I was hoping to have RR done for Richmond, but I suppose the forces are telling me that it's not a good idea. Who knew crankseals could go bad on a barely-run engine less than a year after they were installed. Sonnofah...

I keep having these quick visions of rainy mountain tops. It's more of a feeling than an actual image. It makes me sentimental, but yet so miserable in the moment. I wish I could say I don't ever want to see/feel that again, but that's not true. It haunts me just the same way as mud puddles do. Beautful, and overpowering. A song that plays the harp of emotion.

I'm beginning to float again, which makes me hopeful of what may come. My center still feels a great weight, but I feel at ease. I had a 'vision', if you will, last week that ruined a great moment. Well, I guess it didn't ruin it completely, it was just more of a realization of the undefeatable greater powers. In terms of acceptance, there was little I could do to oppose.

Laying low has been hands down one of the best things I've done for myself in a while. I could care less about money, and I seem to be doing well for myself. I have become content in being a bit of a hermit. Maybe being forgotten isn't such a bad thing afterall. I can understand why people would retreat to a cave and lock themselves inside for years on end. I can understand why people would want to change their names or fake their own death to avoid being remembered. Not that I would, but having the desire to camouflage oneself from society and walk away from the undoings of the things around them, well, I'd like to think how wonderful it would be.

I should call Ryan tomorrow...um, today. I owe him a lot, and I think by next year he will need all the 'payback' he can get.
Speaking of payback, I guess I'll never see the rest of it. Once again, I am like a source that has run dry for others. Too bad I let myself believe that I could stand faithfully next to those who have fucked me over. I guess my heart will never learn, and I don't have enough brains to prevent it.

There are those mountains again. Maybe I'll be able to follow a river that carves it's course among them. I'm not sure what it means, and I really don't know if I want to pursue its cause. Maybe it is nothing, and I'll wake up one day...
"...Puzzled by the Mountain, tricked by the sea..."
Perfect timing.

WWBD?

2007-02-26T13:03:00.001-05:00

Nothing, nothing.

So let's see...this weekend was fun, didn't do much, but it was nice. I hung out with my brother and sister-in-law yesterday. I helped them with Gabe, and we sat and talked for a good bit. They are good people, and I'm not saying that because they are my family. They really ARE the best kind of people. The will make terrific parents.

I hung out with Jim and Ben briefly. I also hung out with my friend, Erica, and her friend, Marc. I'm not really a bar-jammer, so I snuck (or sneaked if you'd like) out early on both occasions. It felt great to be able to see/hang with my familiars again.

I've had a bunch of offers from different studios, but I'm trying to resist as much as I can. It felt great to have the desire to draw for myself again. I filled about 5 pages in my sketchbook in one night. It just feels...tremendous! I've been itching to paint, but my supplies are at my other 'home.'
I was hoping to see some better weather this weekend, but alas, Winter strikes again. I'm not complaining, Winter is one of my favorite seasons. I have March/April to look forward to, and hopefully, some amazing riding weather.

Hmmm, what else?? There's really not much going on at the moment. I had a dream about dying the other night, which was a surprise. I hadn't had a 'death dream' in quite some time. It was kind of scary since I dreamt of being in my car, in a snow storm, then sliding off the road and hitting an embankment, then hitting a tree. I felt like I woke up screaming, but I'm not sure. This was before there was any word of wintery weather, too, so it was kind of wierd to think about that as I drove home last night. I used to have death dreams all the time, and they were actually pretty cool. A lot of the time it wasn't the act of dying, but what followed in my dream. Things like looking into a mirror and seeing my face decay in time-lapse fashion were pretty freaky. Some of them were so intense, I felt like I was dreaming even when I was awake throughout the day. Those kind were utterly terrifying, but amazing at the same time.

Ed called me the other night. It was good to hear from him, and to hear that he is still hopeful, despite things getting a little rough on his side of the island. He has a theory about top feeders and bottom feeders. I really don't think he knows just how true his theory is. I hope that he remains the good person he is, despite the trash that surrounds him.

That's all I have to say for this day. It's not like any of this really matters. In fact, I'm not even sure why I have a public journal. I'm going to go play some Tetris now. So looooooooooooooong!

Jonx, Jinx, Janx

2007-02-21T22:38:00.001-05:00

"Waddup," from Jinx.

That's right, I'm hanging with Jinx, Cali, and Edgar. Cali has been super affectionate since I brought her here, Edgar is still Edgar, and Jinx, well...Jinx could care less. Jinx' behavior has definetly changed since Saige died. He has become more restless and active, and I know that sounds absurd since he is a snake. I have thought about getting him a girl, but I don't know. I've had both of them since they were hatchlings, and I wouldn't want to bear the chance of getting an ill-tempered adult or a weak, anorexic hatchling. Time will tell, I suppose.

I'm getting anxious about this weekend. I hear the weather is supposed to be splendid, which is a welcome treat for moped ridin'. I've begun the search to replace tattooing in my life. I'm not sure what's out there and what I am even qualified to do, but I'll find something. I'm not really worried about it. It will be a fun journey, just like tattooing was in the beginning. I still have to go out to Pittsburgh, though, since I did promise them months ago I'd fill in for Fuz. Josh has offered me a chair for a couple weeks, but I might resist the temptation just so I don't get too sentimental about getting back into the swing of things. Everyone wants to see me open up my own studio, except for, well...me. I like travelling so that's the first thing that deters me. The second would be my disillusionment of the industry and the people within the industry. I'm tired of kissing other people's asses only to have my heart raveged by disappointment. I'm tired of people telling me that if I have a problem, they'll sit down and help 'resolve' it (and by that, they mean tell me it's their way or the highway), and then they flip out or get super bitchy because I'm T R Y I N G to have a discussion with them. Then I get pinned with being disrespectful, like I'm trying to tell them how to do their jobs. I don't want their fucking job. I just want them to consider what I have to say and not shut me down when I have a major concern. I've tried to keep my mouth shut and remain quiet, then it's perceived as me plotting against everyone. Fuck that. I don't have the energy to plot. Besides, Fate throw a wrench in my plans almost everytime.
So maybe I'd make a good boss one day, or maybe I won't. With my luck, it will be something stupid that keeps me from being successful in that department. The thought of owning my own does not make me happy at all at this point. The numbers, the worry, the stress...Yea right. My heart would just explode on the spot. That's why I like being behind the scenes, until I get taken advantage of and/or excluded, ignored, and abandoned by my 'team.' That's what has disillusioned me the most. The rest is just greedy, money-driven power-trippers who have no appreciation for the art aspect of tattooing.
Everyone keeps telling me people like that are everywhere, and I really wish I could prove them otherwise. I enjoy helping people, interacting with them, and I love being a part of things. When people forget to appreciate and seek expectation in it's wake, it really makes me unhappy to be doing what I do. I'd love to avoid the general involvement of society altogether, but yea, that's not happening anytime soon.

So yea. A reprieve is just what I need. If I get back into tattooing, swell, because I really do enjoy it, but if there is something else that takes my fancy, then so be it.

A good number 34

2007-02-21T12:42:00.000-05:00

HA. Ha. and HA.

'Hey Mister, don't forget your coat!'

So yes, I'm done with a lot of things. I have an extra pair of shoes, a flare, and a sharp knife (you know, to keep the hungry wolves away). I'll go back to living a silent life, away from the constant bustle of the grabbing hands of strangers. I'll go back to being a flighty, nervous chicken, weary of everything, trying to avoid being coaxed out of the shadow. I'll keep my gifts locked away from all those who wish to exploit them. I've ridden that wave long enough, and it's heading in the direction of a rocky outcrop. I still find it amazing, and I do not regret any of it.

What would you have me say?

Go ahead, by all means...

We all have raised tempers, we have acted in an untimely fashion, we all have hidden behind some mask at some points in our lives. It seems though, there are those unwilling to remember, unwilling to forget, unwilling to be ashamed. Where's the fun of that? I'm not/was ever void of emotion, I suffer too much of it at a time. Don't expect me to be human so you can take advantage of me. No one is ever willing to remeber the positives. Instead, they write people off because of the negatives. If I would have written off those I met, there would not be any good memories that still make me smile from time to time. Be angry, be resentful, but if that wears away and you still cannot smile, you have burned yourself, not me.

I'm not out seeking battle. I'm not out trying to suck off what other people have. I'm not out to swing fists without negotiation first. That implies that you can't know anything about yourself if you don't fight, even if that means getting the crap kicked out of you for defending what you feel.

Progression, progression, progression. It is for everyone.

Amazing, I say!

2007-02-19T00:41:00.000-05:00

I'd like to declare that wisdom is a funny, funny thing. It appears from experience, just when you least expect it. At least, I think...

You know what else is funny? Irony. and fuzzy socks. Both make me laugh, but one cuts like hot glass, and the other just makes me ponder the very definition. HAR.

2007 is the year of the boar. I can't tell if it's going to be a good thing or bad. Perhaps it will be mixed with a generous chunk of that tharr irony. Maybe a hopeless and challenging situation will be the be the most undemanding and optimistic promotion of transformation. It is childish to rely on wishes, but prayers aren't suited for the foolish. And remember, desperation can be a sign of foolishness.

Epitome is a funny word, too. "For spiritual splendor is the epitome of all that is great within." Eh-'Pit-oh-mee. Wait, did I just end a sentence with a preposition? Dear god, there is no hope.

Friday's Wisdom:
A true hypocrite has NO idea they are being a hypocrite. Maybe that's why I can't tolerate them as much as someone who can acknowledge their own contradictions. It is the trigger to the gun, it is the spark that becomes the inferno.

It never felt soooooo good to tell someone off. Although my intentions will never be known, although my voice cannot (or will not) represent what I feel, I take great satisfaction in the actual deed. Those who push me into a tight corner will see the side of me that is not an everyday affair. Although it's astonishing and rather offensive to its assailant, the delight of release is rather euphoric in a way that shoving a hot fork into your eye is. I'm still amazed at myself for what I saw spill over the bulkhead, but at the same time, the dam should have been tended with a little more caution.
With that, I still believe spontaneity is a wonderful thing. Unfortunately, spontaneity under condensed pressure will always seem to yield the unchecked powers of misunderstanding. If you shove a stick into a beehive to make the bees work harder, you will undoubtedly get stung. Those who admire (or fear) the sting of a worker bee will be blessed with a higher wisdom, and those who destroy the hive out of sheer aggression will starve. The first wisdom is to let be, the second is to let go.

As a quote:
"What has begun in anger will end in shame."
-B. Franklin

I tell you what, I feel pretty ashamed for allowing myself to be duped. The other party will feel shame for...wait, hypocrites don't feel shame. They believe in nothing, and as retribution, they will feel nothing and live as nothing. Ahh, but behold a contradiction...perhaps to feel nothing and to live as nothing will produce something that will make you desire everything, but be satiated by nothing? A chain, a chain.
A wise woman said to me the other day that out of a void, she realized the void. How is that so? How can you have nothing, then have something to make you realize that you have nothing? It's amazing when you finally discover the answer.

In a completely unrelated subject matter, God is the shape of a snowflake. It has taken me 23 years and 3 months to conclude that statement, and the thought of it's meaning brings me one step closer to jumping up out of my seat and doing an intense wiggle-dance for all the neighbors to see.

Hmmm, perhaps it is time for plan B...

1212221111121211111

2007-02-07T19:36:00.000-05:00

Internet of DOOOOM!

It's funny when you think "Oh, I don't need this internet thing anyway," only to one day check your mail and realize you have a gigabajillion new messages, and none of them are from spammers. It's a good feeling, but it kinda sucks to realize how important the internet has become, especially for communication, and worst of all, how we become addicted to it.
The worst thing about the internet is that it makes us all zombies. Yes, all of us. It manipulates the way we communicate with each other. Less time in the presence of others, and more time alone, in a dark room, staring at a screen for hours. I got rid of AIM because it pissed me off...It shouldn't, it's just a program! I spent many hours on it when I was in high school and a few years after, but then it really became boring. MSN wasn't really considered, but I had a few friends who could only use it through webTV, then others who discovered they could contact me through it. Again, it's fun at first, until you realize that talking to a computer screen deprives the human nature of its social spirit. I feel a bit awkward when I talk to people on the phone, so I try to hang out with people as much as I can.

When the gang first started getting together, it was kind of wierd interacting with all those people I barely spoke to in high school. After while, you start to learn it's not what people talk about that makes a bond grow, but just having that physical interaction and random yet common silliness. It's hard when you meet a stranger, and the more you attempt to know about that stranger, the farther away they become. Or the worst, when those who surround you no longer care about having you as a presence in their life. It doesn't matter what you say, or what kind of interaction that is attempted, those who do not appreciate the presence of others will always push away a great and powerful thing.
I don't care how many miles seperate my friends, family, or those I no longer speak with, I still think about them everyday. I still think about where I have been, what I have said, what I have done. I still keep a journal (both online and in real-life), and I consider my actions before I carry them out. I don't have enough negative energy in my heart to force revenge, nor do I have enough of that negative energy to willingly destroy, hurt, or manipulate the intentions of others. My intervention is usually that of questioning, and if someone doesn't consider what I have to say, then they have no reason to blame me for any bad karma that follows them.
Maybe that is what is so isolating sometimes, that fact that one person can have so much foresight, and it's double the hurt to know something is going to happen, and then actually have it happen, whether it's to a friend or enemy. That's right, feeling hurt for an enemy. That is called compassion boys and girls, maybe more of society should learn how to feel it.
I don't claim to know the future, but I keep my ears to the wind, and my eyes watching. When you do that for so long, you start to recognize patterns, and you start to experience an internal awakening. Yea, it sounds like some Utopian Voodoo bullshit, but if you look at all the nature based cultures around the globe, you'll notice a great similarity. Americans don't seem to understand it, or perhaps, they just ignore it....

On a completely different note, I did attend the Philly convention this weekend, and my client won 2nd place Best Religious tattoo. That was pretty cool, and I guess now I can boost that I am an award-winning artist, lol! Ahh yes, silly emoticons and such. I can't remember what you call 'lol'...I surrrender...
Until next pointless and mindless post...

Boogaloo sweet Boogaloo

2007-02-01T15:32:00.000-05:00

Ahhh, some sweet things are happening lately.
I was beginning to lose hope on that 'future' thing, but I was handed the most perfect thing I have been given in a while...

Beth had mentioned her friend had an apartment for rent. For shits and giggles, I decided to get the info from her. It took a little convincing, but I finally called the owner. Come to find out, it's not an apartment, but an efficiency cabin on the creek. I didn't expect it to be very nice, but I checked it out and it is nothing short of perfect.
It's about a mile from the shop, back on a private drive (away from chicken trucks, tractor trailers, and people beeping and yelling), it's on the last piece of property right before the woods, and it rawks something hardcore. I have access to a floating dock, a canoe, a bench swing right on the water, picnic table, hammocks, enough land to have a small campsite, and best of all, my very own tiny-ass shed (for to keep mine mopeds, ja). The cabin has a front porch, full bath, utilities included, hardwood floors, and private parking. All the things I have wanted in a place to stay, but I could never seem to find. I think the best part is that it is so close to work that I could walk there, but back in the woods where it's quiet and private. I didn't even know such places existed around this area.
It is beautful, even for the winter. Everyone keeps telling me how intensely gorgeous it is going to be in the summer. I'm sooooo fuckin' happy it's on a creek, too. I LOOOOOVE living by the water, and I'm going to have sooo much fun once the weather warms up. I have nicknamed it "The Boogaloo."

Just a reminder that things come to you when you least expect them.

That's it for now. Until sometime later...out.
-a

"...It follows you up a Hill..."

2007-01-28T01:06:00.000-05:00

Ahhh, it's saturday...well,technically, it's sunday now. I'm glad this week is over. It went by fast, and it feels good to have a few days to sleep in. Gawd knows I need it...
Last night, Ryan and I went to see 'Pan's Labyrinth,' or 'Une Labyrinthe de Faun.' I was unaware that it was subtitled, but that didn't make much difference. All in all, it wasn't too bad, although Ryan didn't care for most of it. I didn't like the graphics, but he did. I like the plot, but he felt it was lacking somehow. Go fig.

Let's see, what else...Did some schweet pieces this week. Tonite I finished a tribal 3/4 sleeve, a colourful lowerback piece, did a small tribute piece, and a flaming apple on a hand. That was fun as shit. The whole story behind the apple piece was hilarious to boot. My clients bought me a smoothie from the local juice joint, and we all ended up having a good bit of afterhours fun. Landon's piece is healing up fantastic, I can't wait to finish the rest of it. I'm not sure when Ryan wants to get his started, hopefully soon. I'm very excited about that piece as well. The week's been steady, and all is well.

Since the weather has changed drastically, so has my sleep schedule. I've had days where I've gotten 12 hours of sleep, only to wake up exhausted, delirious, and groggy. Gotta love it. I've been having some silly dreams as well, but I think that's part of the fact that I sleep like a kinked weasel.

After all the progress I made on the Red Rocket, I've got to tear down the electrical again and reinstall a new CDI kit. Apparently the one I bought isn't the correct size, and it's causing the CDI to be underpowered and misinformed on each crank. Blargh. I hope 1977 Mopeds contacts me soon. I have been patiently awaiting my v1L speed kit, my Mamba pipe, and some other random stuff for a month. Siiigh, this moped addiction...I tell ya...
I also need to get a few more things for my room at work. Although it's comfortable, I still thinks it's kinda bare in there. I have been working on a sketch for a big painting, it's just dependant on how big my canvas is going to be. I'm not sure what will be medium of choice. I'm looking forward to finally getting it down.

There's not a whole helluva lt going on, at least, not rigt now. I'm really ballz-tired, but unable to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll be travelling back to MD for a day or so, doing my thing down there. I've got to get my portfolio reprinted and shipped out to P-burg. Meh, gotta put it on my list.
Right.
That was a boring post. Anyways, hope everyone is doing well out there in I-net land. Pleasant dreams!

Sailing Away

2007-01-24T00:43:00.000-05:00

It is finally nice to some snow on the ground, but it was even better to have been out and about walking in it.
As Nikki and I were walking back from RE, the thought of mopedding in the snow, and how fun it would be, briefly ran across my mind. It was more fun being in the company of other people though, so that thought quickly vanished. Hello my name is angel, and I have a moped addiction.

I tattooed all day again on saturday. Joe had come up for a visit, and hung out for a bit while I tattooed. I made sure it was ok with my client to have Joe in the room, and thank gawd they both had a lot in common. My client was very cool, he had been an apprentice at another shop before it closed down. He and Joe talked about music stuff, tattoo stuff, and we just had a good time. I did a PusHead inspired piece to fill up some space on his inner arm. Joe and I discussed putting my Geidusa face on him at some point, but not before I add the finishing touch to his rubber duckie. That fukka snuck out before I could get a picture! *Shakes fist at Joe*

It was a long few days, from thursday to saturday. Brian and Ryan got into it at work, which made everyone feel a bit uneasy, but all is well now. I headed down to Chili's on saturday night after work to meet up with Sarah and Nikki. Those guys had been sitting there for a few hours before I arrived, which doesn't sound like too much fun, so I appreciate them waiting for me. We hung out there for a bit, then headed back to the 'Burg and watched 'The Hatteras Tapes' and talked until the wee hours in the morning. It's always fun to sit back and watch those tapes. I have a small collection of recorded silliness from high school as well. I'm curious to recollect what are on those tapes.

The Red Rocket has expressed its displeasure at me for installing a new CDI kit on it. I'm having issues getting it started (again) and I have been scratching my head over it. I think the timing is off because of the CDI. That, or it could be the monstrously huge jet, incorrect coil installment, or incorrect wiring/grounding. I don't know, but it's driving me nuts. My vote goes to a timing issue, because the rest of the bike has spark. Bah, evil moped. I really hope I can have this bike running consistently before the Richmond rally. *Crosses fingers*

There's really not much I wish to talk about at this point in time. Some stuff happened today, and now I feel like my mind is on a big cube of ice. I am definetly looking forward to my upcoming time off.
Until Menyana.
Over and Out.

"...is this something sinister?"

2007-01-17T23:50:00.000-05:00

Man, it is rather cold outside. This is what January is supposed to feel like. I'm happy to see Winter has stirred.
I woke up this morning, I thought I was sore from the wrestling match between Ryan and I yesterday. Alas, I had a massage the other day, and I think that's why I feel so beat up. Even my arms, down to my elbows are sore. Kinda crazy. Jules mentioned how wierd it is when the muscle is stimulated to the point where it's not even sure what's causing it to be stimulated. Nuts.
Tonite I stayed late and tattooed Landon. Brian wanted me to try out this one machine he was tuning today, and tell him what I thought of it. I must admit, I was out of my element, but it wasn't too bad. Tattoo turned out pretty nice. We still have a session of background and jonx to do. It should be sweet once all is said and done.

I'm still feeling kinda funky, mostly disillusioned, I think. At least I am not so alone in being alone. It's interesting to look back when I moved to Baltimore, back to my parent's house, then here to Gettysburg. I remember coming home from work and there would be nothing. It was a glorious nothing. I'd pour a bowl of cereal or a glass of chocolate milk, draw, paint, or play tetris until ridiculous hours in the morning. I then spent the night on the couch, woke up, got ready for work, and was content in my solitude. There was so much more to be stimulated by. I had a place to myself, the beginning of a kick-ass job, and my friends would come visit me on the weekends. All was well.
Then things started to get wierd. I started noticing a change in other's attitudes toward me. It was the beginning of a chain reaction that nearly destroyed me. I thought it was in my head, until I heard other accounts. In my attempt to be self-sufficent, I succeeded, and in doing so, was forgotten. I wasn't angry or spiteful, but just figured I was being silly.

Through all of the new changes, I never lost the ability to feel emotion, in fact, quite the opposite happened. Now I can't turn it off. I suppose such is the curse of being an artist, which is why most artists end up being exiled from typical society. If that is my fate, then so be it. It's probably much more thrilling on that side of the mind.
The more and more I think about it, the more and more I want to try something different for a while. I want to be so devoted to something, that I wouldn't have to think twice about the dangers. I really like that.
When I first started tattooing, it was like that. I couldn't wait to get off work, drive through rush hour traffic for 45 minutes, then sit and be completely overwelmed learning how to tattoo, drive home, then wake up and start job 1 all over again. I never thought about working in an elite studio, doing a billion conventions, getting paid more than 25% of my nightly cut, or having my name in flashing lights. Things just happened because my heart didn't need to think about them.
I want that. Just as I pursued opportunity, I will relinquish what I have gained. Without darkness, there would be no light. Without chaos, there would be no peace.

That's all I have to say. Until next time...

'...hopelessly bright.'

2007-01-17T02:12:00.000-05:00

Sooo...I took an IQ test just now, just for shits and giggles. My IQ scored a 120, which is above average. Not too bad for taking the thing at 2 am. At least I am smarter than our knucklehead president.

Today I thought about quitting tattooing, jumping on my moped, and driving wherever. Ultimately, I aspire to drive to the ocean, bare moped.
No, there's nothing going down at Atom Age. I just thought about how nice it would be to do something really spontaneous and challenging, not to mention, get a vacation out of the deal.

Sarah made me realize that I do need a vacation. One that doesn't involve tattooing, or anyone else for that matter. One that isn't of me scrambling around trying to meet up with people I haven't seen for months in an alloted time of 2 days. One where it can be just me, the sacred elements, and my old gods. Yeah. That has me thinking about possibilities.
I have been feeling particuliarly odd this past week. I'm not depressed, I'm not angry, I'm not sad...I'm just longing. I love what I do, but I seriously need to start seeking out the rest of my tribe. Or at least, awaken their spirits inside me. I can't let other people's disconcern for compassion be the whip that berates me. I will shine through that callousness. I will not succumb to underhanded loyalties or conformity for the sake of comfort.

I'd rather be the crooked tree that bears the most fruit, than than the prettiest blossom that offers no scent.

Over, and out.

'Helio's light chases the Night...'

2007-01-14T03:44:00.000-05:00

Quarter 'til four, and the night never seems to rest. My eyes have been bloodshot all day. 15 hours of sleep within the past 3 days, 2 days to catch up.
I just finished a painting and a half. I seriously need some bigger canvas...and a real studio. My face is covered in pastel, and that's the way I like it.

I stretched my ears again tonite. I am officially 3/4". They are angry at me right now for stretching them so soon, but the tape on my old plugs was driving me crazy. If only I could get my labret to stretch as easily. I may have to tape my labret plug to stretch it next time. Even my septum doen't give me too much fuss about going bigger.

Tattooed all day again today. They were old clients who brought me some new clients. I like tattooing big custom stuff all day. There is a certain respect that the client commands for putting up with such abuse, and a certain mental rush when the tattooing stops and processing reality commences. I am a mongoloid after tattooing for so long. My mind gets stuck in gear, so little things like processing numbers, dates, and any generic information is limited or nearly impossible. Everything and everyone takes on these crazy shapes and colours, it's like some kind of psychodelic trip. I'm surprised anyone can still understand me talk. Hell, I'm surprised I have enough coordination to stand upright.
My clients are loyal, and very understanding. They treated me to dinner before starting round two. I've found a good 15-20 minute break between tattoos is essential. That 15-20 minutes must be spent doing nothing at my station, not even setting up or breaking down. I must be away from working station, preferably staring at a fixed object. That's how I reset my mode. I just gotta let the buzz wear off so I can hop right back into the chair and get 'tattoo drunk' all over again.
I am exhausted. I want a long, refreshing sleep, with a side of foreshadowing dreams. I hope Fate will lend me a sign to help me settle this confusion. My heart won't stop bantering my head, and my lockbox rattles my good intentions. I keep seeing images of a jagged mountain top. Its desolation from rest of the world keeps haunting me. I'd rather be back under the ocean.
I have left a few coins for the sandman. I hope he can delight me with promising visions and physical replenishing. It seems I am the last of the concious lampdusters.

Bleck, and Stuff.

2007-01-12T22:34:00.000-05:00

I am so tired and so awake right now. I can't decide if I want to draw or sleep. I didn't actually fall asleep until after 5 am this morning. I saw sunlight enter my room, even though it rained a bit.
I'm going to install a faucet on the side of my head. I'm going to use that faucet to turn my nose drippage off, just like in the cartoons. The right side of my face has drained, now it's the left side's turn. Ahhh, silly weather. Everyone at the studio has been afflicted, but Brian and Ryan have been affected the most. Brian has been sick for the past few weeks, and just as he started feeling better, he got whatever sinus-eating monster that's going around. Ryan actually called out of work, which is very unusual. He def. wasn't himself today.
I don't feel bad at all. My face feels stupid, and my nose won't stop dripping, but that's about as far as that annoyance goes. I feel the best out of all of them, and I'm the only one not taking any medicine. It's my supercells. Last time I was sick to the point of vomitting was back in 7th grade. Notice I did not include any alcohol related sickness, there were plenty of those. The crazy PTS episodes I was having made me feel like I was going to vomit, but mostly they left me feeling like I was dying. The reaction to that medication I was taking wasn't all that fun, either. Having your entire body go into convulsions while you are wide awake and conscious is a rather interesting feeling.
I finished up a very short half of a half sleeve today...I really don't know what to call it. The piece is of two lambs, one on top of the other, holding banners with some background stuff behind it. The thing covers his arm, shoulder to elbow and bicep to tricep, without going ionto his inner bicep. I've been addicted to big mags lately. The piece (which was done in black and grey) should have taken me 5-6 hours, but we rawked it out in less than 3. He had to come back after the first session, which worked out perfectly. Today's session only took me 1/2 hour to do. He was stoked, and told me how he's had nothing but compliments and people stopping him when he goes out into public. Considering he got a piece on his other arm by an artist of inferior calibre, his popular new tattoo has boosted his ego, as well as intensified the meaning behind the design. I think that's the best thing about being a tattoo artist. You can actually change someone's attitude for the better, which can have outward effects on all from that point on. Chain reaction, baby.

I think I like seeing the change more in men than I do women, at least in American culture. I can't speak for many other cultures. Women tend to label their tattoo as 'cute' and 'sexy,' which are words to describe a hair cut or a dress. Guys take their art and and wear it more symbolically, kind of like "I have many tattoos, I am alpha." Which, in my opinion, is what tattoos are all about. It doesn't even matter what they have tattooed on them, they just have more pride in wearing them. Even women in natural tribes got tattooed to symbolize their transcience into adulthood, or mark the number of years they have lived. They don't use little pictures of cartoon characters on concealed areas of their bodies to generate the sex appeal. Lines, dots, marks on their faces, hands, feet, arms...the places that are seen the most are used as their advertising. In essence, they wear them 'loud' to tell more of a story about their place in culture rather than use them as an erotic 'flavor of the week.'
There is a fine line between using a tattoo to 'represent' or 'adorn for sexual purposes.' I really cannot connect with using a butterfly on my upper ass as a billboard for my fertility, but I can't deny what a person thinks is a representation of themselves. Maybe that person is a blossoming butterfly, and the tattoo that they have chosen is truly the epitome of all that resides inside them. Maybe it's the skinny guy in the back who is ashamed of his arms, so a tribal arm band will fulfill what nature has left him lacking. Of course I cannot deny his intentions for wanting something to enhance his body, but at the same time, his tattoo reads as a band-aid to what he thinks is a laceration to society's standards.
It's not just about relating a random (or even cliche) image to an adversity in your life, it's about relating the adversity to an image. Adversity is not all the meaning there is to choose from, either. Imagination is the source of creation.

Alright, I'm stepping off my soapbox now.

A Deep Rant.

2007-01-12T01:41:00.000-05:00

It's getting late in the AM, but I am not tired yet. I wasn't able to get to sleep until 4 am. Something has me stirred, and I'm not quite sure what its intentions are.

Suddenly, a bad memory, like a random nightmare, keeps me awake. A message lingers that I hope is not as malignant as its origin.

I found some letters tonite, conversations if you will. I had saved them because I knew one day I would have to read over them. I read them without anger, but with sincere disappointment and hurt. Everything fell into place. I wish I had seen it sooner. I would have left sooner...No. Those who know me know I would not betray them. Those who know me know I am in it until the end. Those who know me know that my silence is not something to be taken lightly.

I avoided contact as much as I could. It hurts to read such things, and to know the author will never think twice about the things that were said. I hate thinking about it, so I don't. I only wish I could turn my heart off as easily as you turned off yours.

I hope that you understand, saying something spiteful out of a temper is understandable and forgiveable. Saying something spiteful out of sheer vindictiveness is nothing short of an atrocity.

Sorry if this is more of a negative post. My heart wanted me to know something tonite, and I want its assailant to feel the intensity of its displeasure.

Long Time, No Nothing.

2007-01-10T23:00:00.000-05:00

Mmm, it's been a little while since I've published some schtuff. I really don't know where to begin, not that there has been a whole lot happening...

Let's see, Dustin and I have been taking advantage of the weather. I believe it was Saturday when it was 66 degrees at night, but rainy and humid. I got home early from work and just about shot out the door on my moped like a rocket. D came over just in time, and we ended up puddle jumping in the back alleys of G-burg. We stopped off at the Stinkin' Lincoln, visited Iris, and just hung out until the rain became a little more persistent.
Sunday I met D in the afternoon, and we went to El Costeno for lunch. Man, I miss that place. The Rancho Grande just isn't the same. We ended up buzzing around for a bit, stopping off at the local Mexican grocery stores in search of cases of Sangria Soda. WE found a place that carries the single bottles in glass OR plastic! Way wierd. They also had glass bottles of Pepsi, Coke, and 7-up, which was cool. If only they had Dr. Pepper...my brother would be in heaven.
Monday, I took it easy and just hung around the house. Brian closed the shop Monday and Tuesday, which was nice to have a few days off. I woke up feeling a little congested, which is mostly a product of this wacky weather. Sarah and I walked to the library and then to the Ragged Edge to hang out and spend some roomie time together. I picked up a Japanese coursebook packet, and spent the rest of the day locked in my room learning Japanese. Surprisingly, their grammar and phonetics aren't really that hard to pick up. I think the tricky part will be learning the various different script types, etiquette, and metaphorical expressions. I have plans of taking a class on it as well.
Tuesday...I had been having a craving for lemongrass soup, so I met Ryan and Morgan up in Mechanicsburg and we hit up Bankok Wok. Needless to say, I have eaten very well in the past few days LOL! I think that lemongrass soup was exactly what I needed because I feel a ton better than I did yesterday.

Other than the silly weather, work has been steady. Saturday I had a client sit for 6 hours as we worked on his lower arm sleeve. He's a fantastic guy, very soft spoken and honest. We will be done with the lower portion soon, so then it's on to his upper arm. He's also very lenient with my work, and I am VERY grateful for that.

I've had quite a few repeat clients and referrals within the past few months. I guess I don't suck as bad as I thought! I've had a lot more inquiries about portraits and such, which is cool, because I haven't done a people portrait for a good spell. They can be quite tricky, but I'm looking forward to the challenge.

My co-workers have also provided me with some great tattoo opportunites. Morgan would like Ryan and I to do a collaboration on her back. Ryan's getting a gianormous leg sleeve thingy. Landon is getting a sweet Yuki-Onna. Laura wants me to do a cover-up on her arm. I also owe Fuz a severed Medusa head, and Kevin had mentioned something about getting some ink. I'm still trying to figure out what I want and where. There are soooo many ideas, I just don't know what I want to do with them all. Besides, I do have an oni that needs some love first.

Blargh. I'm not sure what I have going on tomorrow. All 4 of us are going to be in tomorrow, which means baskets of fun and amusement. I forgot how fun it is working with guys! Between Ryan and Landon having a battle of words and hand-flarping contests, to Brian getting barraged with penis jokes, those guys keep me looking forward to the day, even if it's been a shitty week.

I suppose that was a hearty update. If the weather keeps me roombound, I shall try to update more often. If I go missing, it's either one of two things: I am out sacrificing to the moped gods, or aliens have finally returned to take me back to my home planet. Until Menyana!

"It's time for something great..."

2007-01-03T20:52:00.000-05:00

Welp, the new year is here, and the world has not been destroyed...yet.
I spent New Year's eve at Kurt and Nat's house. Kurt made a ridiculously huge pile of chicken parmigiana, garlic bread, and I made my infamous taco dip. We all ate, drank, and proceeded to the silliness run rampant. I got there at 7ish, ate, and watched The Fifth Element until the tv was pasted with images of Time Square. We all deemed the American version of New Year's to be boring, so we flipped it over the Spanish channel. There, we witnessed ankle bungee jumping, a Mexican NYE Mafia leader, silly hats and glasses, and language pronounciation differences that made us all smile. The fun thing about the Mexican/Spanish channel was that the time zone was an hour behind, so we ended up watching New Year's Eve twice. It was like going back in time!!! HAHA not really, but it's fun to pretend.
We goofed off for a while, and I the last thing I remember was dozing off, hearing the crack of a beer, opening my eyes just as Kurt screamed "More Beer!" in a high pitched voiced, then looking over at the clock and realizing it was 4 am. He and Brocious continued drinking until 5 am.
Kurt and Brocious woke up and ran to the store to get eggs. They came back and concocted breakfast for us all. I can't remember what time we got up, but I'm pretty sure it was after 12:30/closer to 1. I left around 3 and spent the rest of the day mopeding/working on moped.

There was this strange stretch of backroad, and the environment around me vibrated in some wierd energy, I really can't describe it. The sky was the strangest shade of blue, and the sun was a small ball on my left. To my right, the moon was nearly full, but veiled by the clouds. For a moment, I lost my sense of time. It felt like 12 am, but it was still light outside. It soon got cold (even with 6 layers of clothing on), so D and I headed back to G-burg. Since nothing was open, we went back to my house and proceeded to wrench on the Sebring some more. I think we have gained ground on the electrical issue, and once I get the right tools, the flywheel is coming off PDQ.

Work was a little quiet today, and I guess that's good for Brian. He developed some kinda of ear/throat inflammation, so he's not feeling the best. I did have a girl come in today who wanted to get tattooed. It was obvious this girl had been through some chemo, but Brian had tattooed her before, so I didn't think anything out of the ordinary since she was very spunky and energetic. Brian handed her over to me, I helped her with her design, and she was ready to get it done. Something didn't seem right. I copy her driver's liscense, then realized what the problem was. I turned to her and asked her if she's had chemo, she says yes. I ask her if she's taking any meds, she says "Yes." I ask her what kind, and she says "Anti-rejection meds, because I had a bone marrow transplant."
I looked at her and said, "You cannot get tattooed." She looked at me and asked why not, and I told her that her immune system is fucked-up right now, and the fact that the anti-rejection meds are most likely going to react badly to having foreign matter in her body. I told her to call her doctor and ask him, so she did, and they told her NO WAY. They said that if she were to have gottened tattooed today, the worst case scenario is that her organs would suffer major damage, and she could go into shock and die.
Of course she was bummed, I was bummed for her. I apologized for raining on her parade, but I'm glad I didn't lax on the questionnaire. Hopefully she will get well soon, and be able to get all the tattoos she wants after all that stuff is out of her body.

I have an appointment in a few weeks for a serious massage. I had a mini one over the break, and it left me sore (which i figured was normal) and on the verge of PTS-ness. It had me worried because I thought it may have triggered a PTS episode, but luckily it dissipated in a little less than a week. I don't think I have to worry about a major PTS episode for a good while, since the catalyst has been removed from the equation.

Hmmm, I guess that's all to report for now. I know, I know, this blog is boring, but you did read it, so that's your own damn fault! Until later...

EFF YEA!!!! Mopeds mopeds mopeds.

2006-12-29T02:11:00.000-05:00

Tonite was a good night. I woke up with moped on the brain, so when I got home tonite, I immediately pulled out the Sebrings and let the wrenching commence. I had been meaning to pull the forks from #2 and put them on #1. #1 has been in pieces for much too long. I was able to finagle the forks into place, secured my hardware, reattatch the exhaust, headlight, carburetor, and handlbars. It took a little bit of coaxing to get gas into the carb, but when the float bowl filled up...LOOK OUT! That little bugger fired right the eff up. I was soooooo happy to hear it run again. I have a few bugs to work out, mainly figuring out why the effing thing won't idle properly and why my headlight and tailight won't work when my breaklights will. Before it wouldn't idle, it would just die. Now it idles REALLLLLLY high. I'm thinking there is an airleak somewhere, or that big ol' 68 jet is a smidge too big. I took it up the alley for all of 2 minutes just to let the Red Rocket get out it's pent-up self. I was sooo giddy when I heard it run! Ahhhh simple things, simple things. Now all my mopeds are in working order. I have to re-tap the forks for #2, and get those bad boys back on. #2 has the most work cut out for it, but goh-damn, it's goona be worth it.
I suppose I owe my sudden moped fever to the fact that received a new carburetor for Xmas. Unfortunately, the carburetor was damaged in shipping and will have to go back. The good news is that they have a replacement, and I also have an exhaust which had been backordered since before Xmas. All I need is the right kit, and things will get crazy. Now I just have to pick the lucky moped who will receive the carburetor and kit. The Snark has been loyal through thick and thin, but the Red Rocket has seniority and stability. Technically the R.R is the closest moped to completion, so maybe...just maybe. All I need for the R.R is a new paint job, speedometer, speedometer drive, and speedometer cable. If I really feel like pampering #1, I may even get a new seat or reupholster the one I have. That bike is going to be NASTY.

Xmas was good, I spent most of the day in the kitchen helping to prepare dinner for everyone. I got to relax, and had a few friends over later in the evening. They finally got to see my parent's new house, and we got to christen the bar (not really, but that's probably been the most action that bar has seen in 10 years). We watched the Kentucky Fired Movie, which has to be one of my favorite comedies of all time. I was also able to watch some football before everyone got there, which made me happy.

Tonite was the night that my 'sister' had her baby...that's right, I'm officially an aunt. He was born 7 lbs, 2 oz., and I can't wait to corrupt errr, I mean, meet my new nephew. I believe his name is going to be Gabriel Ian Greason, which isn't too bad at all. I'm glad my sister made it through the delivery without any hitches. I'm sure she's happy to be back to her normal bodied self.

welp, that's all I wish to report tonite. Right now I need some sleep so I can dream about riding by green fields and flawless pavement on the Red Rocket. I have to mention this one time Dustin and I were riding throught the battlefield by the Liberty torch, when we happened to look over and notice the sun was setting. We pulled over, shut down the peds, and watched the sun go down behind the mountains. No, it wasn't romantic, it was incredible. That is just one reason of many why I love mopedding. The End.

"Wisdom of ages, rush over me..."

2006-12-25T03:07:00.000-05:00

*YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN*

Yep. Just got finished wrapping gifts not too long ago. Figured I'd check my email, and cruise the net before I hit the hay.
Tonite our 'old' neighbors came over to the new house. My one neighbor had back surgery, and it was good that he got out of the house for a bit. Their daughter brought her boyfriend and their son over, and I must say, he's ahhhh-dorable. I then realized my sister's due date is coming up soon, and I think I'm as excited as she is. I realized I like small children, like 4 years and under. Older children tend to be more amused by the tv then by the world around them. Anyways, this little boy was nuts. He will be 9 months tomorrow, and he is non-stop. He hasn't learned to walk yet, but he will pull himself upright and hang on to whatever while he stands. If you try to help him stand, he'll push up off the floor to bounce. We nicknamed him 'Tigger' because that's all he did all night was bounce. He was nothing but smiles, and I like seeing that in children.
Our neighbors also brought over their stepdaughter's child, Mina, and she's cute, but definetly didn't have as much personality as Matthew. Maybe because she's so young yet. It was a good night. They didn't leave till about 12, and once they left, Mom and I started on the rest of the wrapping.
The other days was a blast, too. I woke up early and drove to Harrisburg where Brian took us out to breakfast at Cracker Barrel. I got blueberry pancakes, and now I'm in love. We exchanged gifts, had a good time, then went back to the studio. Ryan, Beth and I had off, so we split shortly after and did our own thing. Ryan had to get ready for his Xmas party, and I had to head back to the 'Burg to pack. I loaded up my car with all things Christmas, and headed back up to Ryan's. I stayed only for a few hours, had fun building a gingerbread house complete with 3-eyed gingerbread man and transexual gingerbread woman, and just goofed off for a bit. I split and headed down to B-more where Sarah had managed to arrange 'the Gang' at Friday's. I got there late, but was greeted with an uproar of cheer and ovation. You guys are the best! We talked about the past, present, and future, had some drinks, and otherwise just had a fantastic time. Thanks to Sarah for your effort in arranging the craziness!

Tomorrow/tonite I will be hosting a little shindig of my own. I bought a little bit of booze, there will be plenty of food and high spirits here. The silliness goes down at 7, be there or be [].

I'm not really looking forward to opening gifts tomorrow...yea, I know that sounds backwards. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to xmas, but I think I'm just exhausted from all the preparation. I want to savor the time instead of ripping through gifts and being done. It's going to be a weird Xmas because my one brother will be leaving early to go to his g/f's family's house. The rest of the family will be here, though, so I'm looking forward to seeing them.
I have a few days off before I head back up to H-burg. It's kinda nice to be able to go back to work right away after xmas. I know it will be busy, and it beats pacing the house or travelling with all my equipment to do a 3-day guest spot. I have 2 sleeve drawings to work on, so the time off will be nicce to sit down and create some Angel-original custom work.
I think that's all I have to type about for right now. I'm sure tomorrow will bring about another boring entry for y'allzen to view. If I haven't already done so, I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday! Don't do anything that I would!! tee hee!!
Gnite!

NUMBAH 20!

2006-12-22T23:34:00.000-05:00

Ahhh, cold rainy nights. It feels good when it manages to finagle its way down your shirt. Nothing like the fangs of a cold rain drop to send shivers up your back. I think I'm actually doing better with the coldness lately. I have been ok wearing only 4 layers of clothing. I know, I know, what is the world coming to, right?? The funny thing is that the thermostat in my car is stuck on 90, so it's like Aruba in there when I'm driving...and I do a LOT of driving.
Today was busy. There's this fire-fighter guy that has been dicking me around somewhat, and today he was scheduled to have a consultation. Well, no show. It's ok because I had some other appointments that filled the gap. I know this dude means well, he's just a little....squirrely. I'm not worried about it. If he wants it bad enough, we may just correspond via internet.

I tattooed Ryan today. He made me aware that he has not been tattooed for a year. He said he actually missed being tattooed, which is kinda funny because he hates getting tattooed. I want to get back on my oni sometime. I keep looking at it, and he is lonely. I mentioned to Ryan about working on a design for me, but he hates when I watch him, so I'm sure he'll have a meltdown when he actually tattoos me.
Tomorrow is the Atom Age staff Xmas Breakfast. Brian is taking us out and treating us. I have to wrap everyone's gifts and sneak them into my car without them getting too wet. Ryan and Morgan are having a party tomorrow as well, and I am heading down to MD to hang with 'the gang' at Friday's. I was invited to the BTM party as well, but unfortunately, I won't be able to make it this year. I went last year, and it was nothing but elbows throughout the room. Sneezing would have displaced about a dozen people.
My brother's are having parties as well, so if there is a bit of extra time, I might stop by. I will admit, that is highly unlikely, and it's not like I won't see them on Xmas. Kurt and Nat are going to have a New Year's Eve shindig, so I'll prolly devote my night there. I intend on doing some heavy drinking sometime. Going out to the bar every friday/every other friday has raised my tolerance to 4 drinks, as opposed to 2. It's fun to be a lightweight sometimes, but I usually get drunk too fast and everyone thinks I'm crazy when I'm stumbling around and laughing my ass off after 1 drink. No, I'm not a rampaging drunk, I'm actually very benevolent. I usually end up sitting around laughing at stupid things and decorating myself with random objects. Mario Kart, Tetris, and/or Bean Game are also involved in the right environment.

I'm trying to decide if I want to take my moped home or not over the break. I'm a little more afraid of mopedding in Bel Air because of all the wild drivers. There's a few backroads by my parent's new house that I would love to explore. I will be looking forward to summer because they don't live too far from Walter's Mill. I remember tubing down that creek when I was younger, and that is a fun-ass float-trip. I'm sure all of you in the gang remember the time we went tubing down Gunpowder falls...Oh man, that was painful. That water was frigid!!! It was a beautiful trip, none-the-less, and we had a good time grillin' afterward. Kinda makes me wanna go watch the infamous 'Hatteras' tapes MUAHAHAH!!

So ja, lot's of stuff going on, lot's of stuff planned for January. I have one trip planned for January, and two for February. I'll be doing my annual spot out in Pittsburgh, and hanging out in Philly for a few days. March is going to be nuts, and sometime in the spring I'll be shooting up to Canada. Eventually I'm going to take one of the numerous offers to California and do a spot or six out there. Once I can get comfortable with the travelling thing here in the states, I'll venture out to the other side of the planet. All in due time, baby steps first.

Yep, well, I need to wrap some gifts and get to sleep. Hopefully this blogger wasn't tooooooooo boring. Until next time!

Ba-Dahhh!!!

2006-12-22T01:12:00.000-05:00

This is going to be a post about...I dunno! About 99% of my Xmas shopping is done, I just have to wrap the sonsabitches. I like wrapping gifts! I especially enjoy wrapping gifts in evil, maniacal ways. I recall this one year, I had acquired a pantyhose 'egg,' put money in it, and filled it with water. I then placed it in the freezer overnight, and it was rock solid the next morning. Mind you, those things aren't small like the little easter eggs, and would certainly cause a critical head injury if it were to be hurled at someone. I wrapped my frozen gift in aluminum foil, placed it in a box, and wrapped it neatly. I think my only mistake was that my receiver's birthday fell in a summer month, so my evil intentions were spoiled when my gift was tossed into the sun-warmed pool to melt.
One year, I received the gift of money, except it was buried deep inside a metal tin filled with baked beans. I think I enjoyed fishing the money out more than I enjoyed getting money. It's nice to know my friends would go to great lengths in order for me to 'work' for my gift, hee hee!!

So yea, seriously, there isn't much going on. I tattooed some chickens today, which made me sport a big stupid, crooked face all day today. This client was a repeat client who braved the traffic to get tattooed. Mucho propos. I had another repeat client come in for a consutlation, and we are starting a new sleeve on his other arm. His other sleeve is nearly complete, which would explain his eagerness to get started on the other side. He's a very fun person and the room tends to fill up with a thick cloud of silliness whenever we're in there for more than 2 minutes. It will be good times.
Hmm, Vat-else...Tattooing Ryan tomorrow, which will be fun. Hopefully he'll have a few good days off to chill and let his tatties heal for a spell. Landon is up next, whenever he decides on his day of doooooom.

Tonite was my Dad's company Christmas party, in which we have officially been turned into legends. My parents have this little shindig at the Williamsburg Inn in B-more, and this place is a really big-to-do kinda place. Leave it to the Sanders' kids to liven up the decrepit, listless graveyard of a restaurant. Last year ended up in a butter battle, dinner-roll rumble, fork-flinging contest. What started off as a recreational sibling squabble ended up with about 25 people engaging in an eventful food-war. Immaturity at its best. I don't know how it happened, well, I take that back...an open bar happened, and that's how you get 25 people who are ages 22-60(mostly people 30+) years old involved in such ridculous grade-school feats. EVERYONE had thrown at least one thing at another person during the party. It was truly a sight to behold.

This year was a little more toned down, only a few butters made their destined flight across the room. My mom was a little more conservative this year, with mostly my brother, my dad's employee Don, my brother's girlfriend, my dad, myself and my oldest brother engaging in the silliness. Our waitress had made mention that her peers fore-warned her about possible food-fight festivites, and I guess she was kinda disappointed with the outcome this year. None-the-less, it was a great time with good people. You know a party is good when people have to forewarn the outsiders.

In other news, I finished my sketch, posted it up for critque, and I'm ready to send this bad boy to the press. I'd like to do a series of related sketches, and possibly explore the margin barrier. I have another painting in the works, in conjunction with all the custom drawings I have been working on. I've forgotten how good it feels to be an art junky. There have been times where I couldn't stop thinking about a project I was working on. I know that's the best thing I got out of MICA. I'm sooooo sensitive to the energies around me, especially being at MICA, and I could not wait to get started on a painting or collage. I did some of my best work in that environment, despite being so overwhelmed. The worst was when I'd come home dismayed by my elusive roommate. When I did see her, she was a total wreck. I'd try to talk to her, and she would be hysterical about this boy she was dating, or she would be completely avoidant/antisocial (in a bad way) because of that boy. I felt terrible for her in those times, but I was cranky about the whole situation as well. She had an emotional breakdown and disappeared. I hope that she is doing well now. She left MICA after that, and I don't think she went back.

I've forgotten a lot of minor details and annoyances about living in Baltimore, but I do miss my creepy-ass apartment (what it was rather than actually living there), the walk to and from school, the silly homeless guy, the REALLLY silly homeless guy, and being able to walk to Utrecht and Rite-Aid at 3am. I also miss having friends that lived right around the corner, and the Paper Moon Diner. Oh, and how could I forget that jelly donut smell that lingered on the corner of 30th and Barclay. Mmmm, jelly donut.

Welp, I guess that's enough ramblings for tonite. There was a quote I thought about while I was driving the other day, and it has momentarily slipped my mind. I guess it was destined for another day. That's all! G'nite!

Jimmies and Sprinkles are two different things.

2006-12-17T23:49:00.000-05:00

YEY COOKIES!!
Mom's 'cookie fest' was today, and I'm happy to have helped. It's nice having everybody spread out in the kitchen, and it's sooopa nice being able to work in a large kitchen with other people. Usually it's just Mom and I doing the baking thing on the holidays, and it's usually a pain in the ass. The two of us trying to roll out sugar cookie dough, cut the dough, decorate it, and watch what's going on in the oven gets a little nutty. In the past years, my brothers were around to at least help with decorating, but during the later years, it was up to us women-types to do it all.
This year my aunt, my brother and his wife, Amanda (my other brother's girlfriend),my Mom, and surprisingly my Dad were all scurrying about in the kitchen today. My Dad usually takes over baking the chocolate chip cookies, which is no problem for a single person. My aunt brought over butter horn dough she made, and my brother and I pitched in rolling them and shaping them. Those got done quick. The real fun are the sugar cookies.
The dough has to be kept cold, and mustn't be overworked. Oh yea, and the dough must be rolled as thin as possibly. I mixed the dough together and rolled it, while Amanda and myself cut it. Sharon (my brother's wife), my Mom, my aunt, and my brother helped decorate. All in all, it was a good day, considering we got done by 5ish. I think we may have started around 2 or 2:30, so we definetely made excellent time. I think I ate too much cookie dough, though.

My Xmas shopping is almost done, and I am ready for the holidays. I got a call from a friend from High School, and he wants to get tattooed by me. He and I were the voted 'most artistic' by our class, and we've kept in touch over the few years. It will be an honor to tattoo someone so talented as he is.

Let's see, what else...OH YEA! Here's a fun little summary of work the other day...
So Ryan, Brian, and myself were hanging out the other day in between appointments. Ryan was reorganizing his art portfolio when we heard him yell something about the blank spots in his book (Ryan keeps it out so potential clients can view some of his custom work and maybe spark some ideas of their own). So Ryan starts asking where 2 specific pieces of art went, and shows us the blank spots. Immediate we realize that his work got thiefed. Brian starts thinking back to the last person to go through the book, and he realizes that 2 couples came in and got tattooed. Out of that group, there was a squirrely character inquiring about the sale of the 2 pieces that went missing. Well, it doesn't take a genious to put two and two together. Brain starts sifting through the paperwork because fortunately (or rather unfortunately), the girlfriends of this group both got tattooed. We located the girlfriend of the suspect. Brian calls the girl, leaving a message to have her b/f call him back. Meanwhile, he files a police report. The suspect called back a day later, and Brian tells him the artwork he was inquiring about went missing. The guy mmediately replies with "I don't have it/I didn't take it." Brian replies with "OK, I have 24-hour surveillance in my shop, so you are telling me that if I submit this take to the third party agency that I'm not going to see your face/see you taking pictures out of the book?" The guy replies with "Uhhh, uhhhh, You'll have those pieces back tomorrow/I'm going to Fed-Ex them." Brain hangs up with him, calls the police back and tells them he has a positive reply from the guilty party, and hands all the information over to the police. The police must have called the guy back informing him of the consequences, because he called back all apologetic and stuttering. Ryan is just happy to be getting his work back, and Brian is happy to have busted someone. I know that I would be pretty mad about that situation. The guy's reply to stealing the pieces was "I love art." Brian's reply was " I love art, too, but I don't steal it." Oh man, goooooood times.

Yep, well that's all the excitement of the past couple days. Saturday, I have a ton of parties to go to, and I am looking forward to them. Xmas eve I'll be helping Mom do the wrapping, as well as any last minute Xmas day preparations. I'm looking forward to that as well. I know my Mom and Dad both miss having us kids around.

Anyway, here's a quote to think about for you open-minded thinking types. Make if it what you will; It's just ramblings.

Do not expect loyalty from the rat, nor compassion from the stone. Their oaths are meaningless in the heart of the faithful, and the wise can see they both share dishonor.

Until later...

buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZzzZZzZZzz...

2006-12-16T01:53:00.000-05:00

'...the rythymn of strength gathers tonight.'

It's a little late to be typing, so there's not going to be much to read here tonite.
Worked on some drawings today, goofed off, had a fun ass time with the guys. Brian's back was bothering him today, so he was a little grumpy. Ryan and I hung out in his room and drew. We got hungry and decided to get Neato Burrito. The silliness started after we ate. Beth came in just in time to see our chair race/obstacle course manuevering contest. Of course there weren't any clients around, so we had about 5 minutes of just cutting loose with pure, unadulterated silliness. Landon and Laura stopped in. I took a tracing of Laura's arm so I could work on a cover-up for her, although I'm totally dragging Landon into it and convincing him to do a collaboration, which will be tons of fun and something new for all of us to experience. Landon ended up working on Laura. Ryan left a little while later, followed by myself.
Tomorrow/today I have to get prints of artwork made. I also have to call Fuz. Eventually, I will have to get pictures of tattoo work to printed out and get them shipped off to Pittsburgh.
I hope it starts to get cold again. I like snow. I really miss seeing snow. Winter is my favorite season, despite me having no ability to contain my own body heat. People laugh at me when I wear 5 layers of clothing, but at least I stay plenty warm. I'll go back to taking horse chestnut again once it gets below 35 degrees during the day.
Ummm, yea. I think that's all for tonite. I have my wubbie, my 5 layers of clothing, and a lot of sheep to count. I'm going to go get dream-drunk. Goodnight, y'allzens.

"Drink from his Empty Eyes..."

2006-12-13T22:48:00.000-05:00

It's quarter 'til eleven, and I am beat. The funny thing is that I'm thinking of starting a painting of...something. I just feel like painting.
I worked on a sleeve today of a long-time client. We are so close to finishing it, it's not even funny. I think he might have all of an hour left on it. I had to cut the session shy of completion because I had another appointment. Oh well, I'll be able to get better pictures when various bits of his arm are not covered in angry redness. It's going to be slammin'!
My 6:00 appointment was kind of interesting. I think I can attribute my want to paint to her. She had goldfish and a capricorn head tattooed in an oriental ink painting style. It was defintely not your everyday tattoo, that's for sure. I enjoyed the challenge, I think it came out well, and she was beside herself. I got pictures, but she'll be back in a few weeks for some healed ones.

I got new crank arms for my moped, and now it doesn't look so ghetto. The again, having bright shiny chrome sparkling against a rusted blue frame isn't making it look like gold, either. Meh, what the hell. The Snark may not be pretty, but it's loyal, dependable, and more fun than it looks! Yes, I did use the word 'loyal' to describe a machine. Once you ride, you will understand.

I'm sitting here reflecting on the last 2 weeks, and I feel like everything is right back where it needs to be. I am a firm believer that history repeats itself, and will continue to repeat until the lesson is both learned and appreciated. I can honestly say what I have experienced in the past year is all new to me. I can honestly say this must be a new lesson, that I have progressed. I can honestly say that for all the grey weather, I am grateful for the rain.

Hmmmm, my paints call to me. Time for some artist delight! G'nite, y'all.

BRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!

2006-12-12T10:46:00.000-05:00

There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that will seperate me from my moped...except maybe some gravel.
Yesterday was AWESOME. I woke up a little late (man it feels good to sleep in), bounced over to Hanover, did some shopping, got back in time to take a quick shower, then Dustin and I headed off on our peds. Yesterday was the perfect day to go riding. We did get started a little late, so it got chilly, quick. We ended up taking the backroads into Micheaux State Park, and then into Caledonia. We stopped in Caledonia and had ate a packed lunch (subs from Hennacles...mmmmm). It was wierd because both of us were actually failr warm, but our fingers took most of the beating. We were shivering without really being that cold. The landscape was beautiful going to and coming back from the mountains. There was one point somewhere after Arendtsville that I looked back at where we came from, and it was nothing but a wall of mountains with a little gap carved in it. Beyond the gap, was the valley from where we came. Absolutely stunning. My fingers were a little too cold to grab my camera out of my pocket, that's why I haven't a picture.
We rolled on, heading with the intent of Pine Grove Furnace. We got the split, and decided to head to Caledonia instead. Dustin has this sweet little GPS unit that includes bike (and moped) friendly routes. I had forgotten how long rt. 233 was when you are only going 25-30 mph.
The way back was incredible. We decided to cross over rt. 30 and head down old route 30 into town. The best part about that route was it was all downhill!! I swear there was a half mile stretch where I dind't even hit the throttle. It was cool to look over the side of the hill/mountain and see rt. 30 below, the other mountain behind that, and all the lights that decorated it. Those are the reasons I love mopedding so much...
So work today, and I am looking forward to it! I have a couple of drawings to work on today, which means I'm going to be busy helping customers/tattooing LOL. I have Landon's rough drawing to show him, hopefully he likes it, and then we'll ink it sometime. I have a few changes to make to Ryan's drawing (hehe just me being particuliar), and we can get started on it. I will also be doing his hands before we all go on holiday break.
So yep, that's about it. Life's good, and I'm looking forward to the holidays. Next sunday is cookie-making day with my mom, and the 21st and 23rd are reserved for some parrrrrr-tays! I still have a good bit of shopping to do, but luckily it's just for my brothers. They are pretty easy to buy for.
Well, time for the day to start! That's all folks!

BED!

2006-12-10T19:22:00.000-05:00

Ahhhh good to be back in my own bed. I've been having too much fun these past couple of nights hanging out with people, going to the bar, and just engaging in general silliness.
Friday night I went to the bar with Ryan, Morgan, and Erika(sp?). On our way to the bar, Erika kept saying that she felt nauseous (we were on foot and there wasn't anything we could do). We get to the Brickhaus and Erika decides to call someone to pick her up. I waited outside with her so she wouldn't be sick and alone. She was on the phone when all of a sudden she runs over to the curb an pukes hardcore. I ran inside and got her a glass of water, informed the bouncers what was going on outside, and ran back to Erika. She hadn't even started drinking, but I'm sure all those who passed by thought she had been loaded. She said she felt better after she vomited. Shortly after her ride showed up and she went home to go chiilllllll.
I met Ryan and Morgan upstairs at the Brickhaus, and we had a few drinks and laughs. Both of them were not too fond of the drinks they served there, so we beat feet to McWrath's. It was busy and loud in there (of course-it was a friday night). To tell you the truth, though, I like the crowd at McWrath's a little more. There is an ecclectic mix of people there, and everyone is friendly! Anyway, we had plenty 'o drinks, and a few of Ryan and Morgan's friends hung out with us at our table. We were there for a good while, I can't even remember when we left. We headed back to the house, all nice and toasty, and watched Robot Chicken for a little bit. I worked/finished Ryan's tattoo, then went to bed.
Unfortunately, I had to work on saturday, so Morgan made us oatmeal and turkey bacon. I can't say that I've had turkey bacon prior to that, but it was pretty damn good! I'm not the biggest fan of anything bacon, either.
Off to work I went, it was busy. I did an AC DC logo, a flaming skull, and a small butterfly thing at the very end of the night. I was very happy witht he flaming skull! He sat like a rock and had the best skin for tattooing!
I did a dog portrait on friday, which I am very happy with, and I also worked on the skull/wings guy. I updated some pix to the studio website (www.atomagetattoo.com), and new work can be found there.

Hmm, last night was a little quieter. I got out of work and wasn't ready to go home, so I called Kurt and Nat to see if they had any plans for the evening. They did not, and they invited me over to their house. We ordered some pizza, goofed off for a bit, then Nat forced me to watch Fargo, which is her favorite movie. It was not at all what I had expected, but it was very good and creepy. I could hardly stay awake at that point, and I crashed on their couch. Kurt was up at noon, and proceeded to make all of us a ridiculously delicious breakfast. We had eggs and home fries, waffles, and baked bacon. Kurt makes a lot of food, and I do my part to make sure none of it goes to waste :P~ As a gesture for making me food, I cleaned the dishes. We chatted for a bit, and I left shortly after to get started on that shopping thing.

I think the washer is done, so that would be my queue to jump into the shower. I took tomorrow off, which will be nice to get more shopping done, and if it's nice out tomorrow, a moped ride is in order.
Be good, y'all!

"Laugh until it's right..."

2006-12-07T01:37:00.000-05:00

I'm back in PA, and back to work at Atom Age. I didn't give myself the extra day off, simply because I had expected to fly in and out on monday instead of tuesday. I took off tuesday, but since my flights were on tuesday, I didn't have much of a repreive between my working vacation. It's probably best that way, I don't really like to go idle for more than a day. I usually start pacing the house figuring out what I want to do or what I should do. Not very healthy for us chicken-heads.

I had a busy day, surprisingly. I had an appointment today at 1:30, or so I thought. I looked in the book and my guy was at 6:30, but he was erased. Brian said he had rescheduled. I was kinda bummed because I had been looking forward to doing the piece, and because I figured his rescheduling would mean I'd be sitting around pondering (I don't have too many drawings to do, only Ryan's tattoo and a koi fish/capricorn hybrid). Luckily, a girl came in wanting some lettering, and she brought her 2 guy friends with her. Well, it ended up being a snowball effect with 'doze guys. As she was getting tattooed, her friends suddenly came down with the bug. After tattooing this girl (who is a real champ), I tattooed her one friend who was well familiar with tattoos. After he went, her second friend decided to let me take his tattoo virginity. After he got tattooed, the girl got another itch, and ended up getting tattooed AGAIN!! It was AWESOME!!! The best part is that she had set up an appointment prior to today with Ryan, and she's due in next week...talk about a fiend!! They were super swell kids who sat extremely well and had a good time gettin' 'pinned-up.'

Let's see...Let me backtrack a little, I don't think I wrote anything about my last day in Mass. It was fun to finally get to paruze Boston, despite it being not more than 35 degrees during the day. Mike and Angela picked me up at 9:30 (yikes) and we rolled into Boston. We checked out China Town, then beat feet over to Utrecht. After Utrecht, we stopped at this swank little bookstore/cafe and had some grubbage. They were a bit pricey, but I suppose being in a bookstore, it's kind of a convenience thing. Food was delish, and they had superb smoothies. Def a nice twist to the everyday Barnes and Noble.
So lunch, then we shot down to Newbury Street, which can be compared to South street in Philly. There were plenty of crazy little shops which we buzzed through at a good pace. I had to get souvenirs for mah peeps, so Canman and Angela were quite tolerant to that silliness. It was around 4:00 and we decided it might be wise to head to the airport, especially since it was rush hour time. We made it to the airport lickety split, I bid them a big thanks, and I chilled until my flight arrived. This time my flight was on-time, I was on an un-crowded plane, got a window seat in the very back, and saw the most amazing landscape I had seen in a while. There was a full moon over the ocean, and I cannot begin to explain how breathtaking it was. It's funny when you look into a mud puddle and the moon is like a pinhead in the reflection. When you're on top of the world, it looks like the size of a bus, only then you realize that a bus is not even visible at the altitude you are flying. The moon would hit the water and just illumniate everything, then hit a rough spot in the water and it would just diffuse the glow like frosted glass. It was also fantastic to see what New York City looks like 5-7 miles in the air, at night, on a clear sky...truly inspirational.
Tonite Dustin and I went out riding. Yup, it was cold as a bitch, but we managed well. I had about 6 layers on, 2 pairs of pants, legwarmers, a balaclava, and a scarf. Yep, still cold, but not as bad as I thought I'd be. Damn thin-bloodedness and such. It was still a good time, with the moon being bright and getting to moped for the first time in weeks. I missed my Snark!! Hopefully, D and I can sneak out over the weekend (weather permitting) and go do some cruising. We shall see what works out.

I believe that is everything I wish to report for the time being. Not too much going on, just living up la vida loca. Angela gave me a good quote one day when we were talking. It goes a little something like this: 'When you change the way you see, the things you see begin to change.' It's not exact word for word, but it's a similiar mantra I've kept inside me since I was young. It's all energies and frequencies of a greater broadcast. I've finally been able to tap back into it after being out in the dark for the past year and a half. It's nice when you don't have a black hole swallowing your signals.
That's it ladies and 'gents. I'm going to pilot off to dreamland. HAve fun reading this, it's long and chock full of mediocrity! G'nite!

"Layin' on the Tootskie!"

2006-12-05T00:54:00.000-05:00

Soo today was a long day. Not long as in bad, long as in productive, one might say.
Today I was up at about 9:45, hung out in my room for a little while, then I got picked up at 10:30. Canman, Angela, and myself headed out to Western Massachusetts to go to the seminar, and to pick up their friend, Jamie Cross, who is the owner (I believe) of Nitemare Tattoo in Ludlow. The seminar was held at Off the Map Tattoo, which, as the name implies, is in the middle of nowhere. Although they are located in the middle of nowhere, Off the Map contains a consistent array of guest artists from all over the country. I met Gabe, who was an attending artist and director of tattoonow.com, and I can honestly say, he's a cool emmeffer. I met the other artist, Tattoo Andy, who does some pretty amazing work. He showed me a piece he did on his g/f's (i think?) foot of an old master painting. It was 'wicked-pissa,' as they say up hee-aah. I also got to meet Josh Carlton, who was presenting a seminar on big mag groupings and portraiture. It was fun, I got a copy of his book, and he pretty much talked about various other 'secret tattoo stuff.' ;oP
We hung out there for a couple of hours, then we headed a little further west to Northampton. There are so many little towns in the state, and the one's I have visited were very animated and interesting. Anyway, Canman, Angela, and Jamie met up with this photographer guy, Jeremy Saffer. Let me include that Jeremy is a fucking outrageous, amazing photographer. He is in his early twenties, and he has terrifc work preceeded by great recognitions. He has photographed many bands such as GWAR, Rob Zombie, Lacuna Coil...the list goes on. I cannot reiterate how amazing his work is. PLEASE check him out at www.jeremysaffer.com
The whole point in meeting up with him is that he is compiling a book of 'Skin and Ink.' Basically he is taking some artistic and somewhat nude pictures of tattoos and their collectors. They are tastefully done, exposing the human body and its permanent art, without blatantly exposing genitalia and such. It's well planned, and he even showed C, A, and J proofs once the photoshoot was over. I hung out and took pictures of the crazy building we were in, and browsed through Jeremy's portfolio while the photoshoot was going on.
After the photoshoot, the four of us shot out to get some grub. We went to this place called Eastside Bar, and the food was incredible. It's not your ordinary burger and fry joint. I got the butternut squash ravioli with pecans, which is kind of an odd thing for me, but it was excellent. That's just an example of what they had to offer.
We finished dinner, and headed back to Jamie's house. We BS'ed for a bit, checked out a bunch of amazing tattoo artist's work, and basically spent a few hours talking shop and what-have-you. After we left, Canman and I talked art for the remainder of the trip home, which was super cool. It's nice to have that interaction where we can be artists, and not have to worry about being defensive about each other's opinions.
Tomorrow, I check out of my hotel, and the three of us are heading to Boston to check things out, then get me shipped off to home. It has been an exciting week, well-worth the trip. I intend on doing it again soon, reallllll soon...
Welp, until another day, this is where I sign off. Hope this thing wasn't to boring for all you'z out in I-net land! Later!

"Don't infect me with your poison..."

2006-12-03T09:12:00.000-05:00

Hee Hee I woke up this morning with that song in my head. I'm not sure why, I haven't listened to it in a little chunk of time.
Last night was good times. Angela and Mike closed a little early and we decided to go check out the night life. They decided to head to the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge to scope out some bands that were playing. Usually studios don't close early just for the sake of going to catch entertainment, but all of us at the studio finished with our appointments and things got quiet enough for us to take advantage of the night, especially in the winter months. Summertime is usually the opposite with artists working late, so things even out.
So off we headed, I believe Cambridge was about 35-45 minutes away from Medford, which wasn't too bad. I tell ya though, MA drivers are insane. I didn't realize what a clusterfuck the situation was until we got into the city! SHEESH!
Anyhooo, it took us some time to get parking, but we found some 'Mint' parking across from the venue. The first band was called Fluttr Effect, and consisted of 3 girls. One was the vocalist, one was on the vibraphone, and the other was rawking the cello. It was a very strange sound of music, very somber and mesmerizing, and reminded me of The Grey Field Recordings at times. The next band was more of an Indie pop/rock/punkish sound, it reminded me too much of something I would have listened to in high school. None-the-less, those boys put on a great show. The last band we saw was a progression of the second band, with more of a profound sound. The younger crowd cleared out when this band came on board, and it was a little more mellow and rockish. Still not bad. We had a few drinks and got some sweet potato fries. Those things were baaaaaadddd-aaaasssssss. We called it an early night shortly after the third band started playing. We were all pretty beat at that point.

Tonite we are staying late again to work on art. This is my last working day, so I can kinda cut loose tonite and do some painting. I'm looking forward to it!

I woke up today and my room is about 85 degrees. It's AWESOME. It got really cold yesterday considering the rest of the week had been right around the 63 degree mark. I guess everyone else has their heaters rollin' contributing to the heat wave. Us cheeken-headed leezards like it hoooooootttt.

Yup. I've been getting a lot of email from previous clients and friends this week, which is great! I love hearing from people, and I am honored that they keep in touch. Once I get back to MD/PA, I've got some other friends to get a hold of that I haven't heard from for a while.
Well, that's about all there is that is worth reporting for now. There's some other stuff, but I'm going to hold off for a bit until I am a little more coherent :oP
Until next time!

That was wierd...

2006-12-01T22:51:00.000-05:00

I learned a new term up here...MASSHOLES LOL!!
No I haven't run into any yet, I just thought it was a funny term! I giggle maniacally when I hear the BAH-STEN accent. It ceases to amuse me...
Today was a busy busy busy day. I did a fairy on a lower back/hip area, and I was drained when I was done. I was only able to chill 15 minutes before I had my other appointment. By the end of that one, I was smoked. I couldn't stand up straight, started to get the ol' tunnel vision, and was barely able to focus on a task as simple as reading. I didn't have much to eat prior to my day except for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That's ok, thogh, I just came back from dinner which more than made up for my lack of sustainance.
Other than the past hour, my day was pretty textbook. Canman, Angela, and myself went to a little italian shindig down the road from the studio. Pretty tasty stuff, and we had some really fun conversations. I had some bangin' cheese and chicken tortellini...definetly a good time!
Upon my arrival back to the hotel, things were pretty ordinary. I bid Canman a good night, hopped out of the car, and walked into the hotel. I walked around the corner to the elevator, and waited patiently. As the door opened, a young man peered out from behind the doors, and at that moment, realized his predicament. He was butt-nekkid, and believed to be stoned, drunk, or both. He apparently thought he was on the floor where the vending machines were located, paying no attention to the red indicator inside the elevator which visually respresents which floor the elevator is servicing. It's moments in life like that which make me appreciate the spontaneity of spirit...and have an appreciation for male genitalia! LOL!
I'm just chilling now, gonna work on a drawing here in a bit. This week has been non-stop, and I still have 2 more working days to go. I forgot what is happening on Sunday. I think we are all going to check out Boston's night life (the studio is open on sunday, and closed on mondays and tuesdays). Monday, we are going to shuffle up to Off the Map Tattoo studio to take a tattoo seminar by one of the industry's prominent artists. I can wait for that. Either prior to or after that, we are going to check out the rest of Western Massachusetts. I believe Canman and Angela have some fun stuff planned for that day, so I'm looking forward to whatever may come of it all. This trip definetly has the wheels turning...
Tommorow, Canman is taking me to the Enchanted Fox, which is kinda like a New Age store. I'm assuming it's like The Turning Wheel in Fullerton. I like going into that place. It's such a good vibe when you walk in (an I like the people who say 'Blessed Be' when walking out).They hold all kinds of events like spell casting, stone/gem energy education, drum circles, etc. Canman said the Enchanted Fox is similiar, and he has participated in Yoga classes there. It'll be nice to check it out.
Last night we hung out at the studio after hours and 'arted'. There were some other activities that happened, but I will not go into them Hee Hee! Canman worked on a painting, I worked on some drawings (I was hoping to paint meat on my apron, but I had a few drawings that had priority). Angela and Canman's friend, Eric, goofed off and had their own fun going on. I think we were all there until 1 or 1:30. I was beat after that.
Tomorrow I have a traditional rose/stem thing going on. I'm looking forward to it, especially since it's the only thing going on tomorrow. It will be like having a breather after the silliness that was today.
Anywho, I'm going to get a jump on my day. I'll report back later! G'nite!

'IDEARS,' as they say up here!

2006-11-29T23:44:00.000-05:00

I'm gonna make this quick because I'm beeeeaaaaaattttt!!!
First day today, and not too bad of a day, I might add. Did two tattoos, small, but fun. One was an add-on of two tear drops under a heart. The tattoo was previous done by previous Visions guest artist, Vinny Burkhart. My next appointment was a small little tribal design on a girl's hip. That was actually kinda fun! She wasn't particuliar, and loved what I drew/tattooed.
My bags arrived this morning sometime, and just as I had suspected, some damage was incurred.
I immediately opened my equipment bag, and a bottle of the bright-ass teal exploded. The bright side is that it spared its teally-evilness from my lighter colours (yellow, most of my reds, white, and most important, my jap pink). I spent my morning in the bthtub scrubbing the evilness off the other ink bottles, ink box, and myself. The hotel will NOT be receiving their towel back.
Tomorrow looks like fun. We are all staying late after we close to have a 'paint 'n party.' I am going to indulge in such the festivities (there's really no festivities, we are just staying late to paint whatever we feel like painting). I am going to paint some meat on my apron. It is going to be awesome.
Time to be physically abusive to the hay...hee hee! Until later!

Here I am!

2006-11-29T01:15:00.000-05:00

Welp, I made it! I am officially in Massachusetts!
I expected it to be a little cooler when I got here, and it is. It was a little rain/misty when I got off the plane. The ride was great, and the view...OMFG.
It's so wierd when you fly. The take-off is soooo intense, everything goes by so fast. You are up in the air in no time, then everything starts to slow down. I have never flown at night before, and let me tell you...it was breathtaking to say the least. It's like looking at a miniature train garden, but the reality of it being your home, your society, your life below is a pretty awe-inspiring thing. Well, it is to me, at least. I doubt other people see it with such great intensity as I do.

The only sucky thing thus far is that the airline 'lost' my luggage. Well, they didn't exactly lose it, it was put on a different plane. My original flight was set to depart at 6:50, but the agant said there was an available seat for an earlier flight, and that my original flight was going to be delayed big time. I thought 'what the hell, I'll have more time to chill once I land.' Well, unbeknownst to me, the 'earlier' flight ended up being delayed because they tried to squeeze more people from the later flight onto this one, and they didn't switch my bags to the new flight. There must have been some runway traffic and ground control issues factored in as well. There were a few other people who had 'misplaced' luggage as well. This one guy had a business meeting at 11am tomorrow, and they would not have his bags to him until 10:30. Poor guy. I told him it could have been worse-the universe could have opened a vortex and the intinerary of his luggage could have completely vanished. He laughed and agreed that it's true, that there is a bright side to this mess. I will say that even with the delays, the 'baggage incident,' and lack of a better view, the flight was great. The thought that my entire week depends on whether or not my bags still exist doesn't even have me stressed. I know that there was going to be an issue, and I think the expectation takes the edge out of it actually happening. It was a simple mistake, and I trust that things will be 100% tomorrow morning when I wake.

Canman and Angela met me at the airport. They wanted me to call them when I got my bags. Well I waited around for my bags and they ended up calling me to see what was up. I told them what was going on, and they decided to just park and scoop me up at the airport. We all hit it off, and then went out to a place called Johnny Harvard's. It was a little pub looking place, with some pretty good food. We talked for a bit, then headed to the studio via the scenic route.
Visions Tattoo is impeccable. It's a super clean studio with a great art gallery atmosphere. Canman is quite an artist! I was admiring his paintings and drawings as they gave me the tour. Angela is fucking awesome as well! Our first conversation was about alpaca's! You can't go wrong when you have a 25 minute conversation about llamas and alpacas with a stranger! Hee Hee!!

MMMyup. There is high speed interenet in my room, and I plan on taking full advantage before this week is out. For now, it's time to take advantage of unlimited heat (yea 82 degrees!), and two big beds in my room. Until the sunrises, so long!

OH! PS: That whole business card thing is taken care of. In my more concious moments, I packed a shit ton of biz cards in the back of my portfolio before I sent it 2 months ago. YEY! I had a feeling the great forces had my back!!

BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE!

2006-11-28T01:49:00.000-05:00

:oD :oD :oD

I'm sitting in the 'Great Room' of my parent's new house. I am full of meaty foods, and am very content!

I got a call from Canman and he informed me that one of my appointments cancelled. I was disappointed...but only for a second. He then informed me that I picked up a few other appointments in place of that one.
I wrote them all down, but my list is in my jacket pocket. My jacket pocket resides allllllll the way across the room. I am warm, comfortable, and content, so I'm not moving. Off the top of my head, I will have a Jesus portrait with some lettering, a traditional rose, a star with music notes, a fairy, a small tribal, and some tear drops. I am expecting that there will be walk-ins, so I suppose my schedule will be plenty busy.
My brother will be dropping me off at BWI tomorrow. I am really nervous about the airport. I'm looking forward to the flight, but I'm expecting difficulties checking my luggage. I have to make up a bunch of notes for the baggage inspectors. Of all things, I am concerned that they are going to fuck with my inks. Canman called me a few weeks ago, and he gave me the skinny about the whole flying thing. He had just returned from San Fran when we spoke. He said he's had inspectors open bottles of ink and dump them all over the place, right in front of him! He also said they have bitched up some power supplies from their less-than-gentle baggage handling practices, inks splattered all over the place, locks broken off, and equipment ripped apart within his bags. Apparently, they go through your bags even after they 'check' them. Since you aren't around, they pretty much have their way with your luggage. Kind of like luggage rape. I will be making a list and checking inventory prior to and after my flight.

Let's see, what else...Did some shopping today with momz. We have fun together when we are out. Most people say they can't stand their mom or that they hate their mom. I guess we have a much better level of communication and appreciation for each other. She does live a little in the past, but other than that, she doesn't hold grudges or pass judgements in lieu of a person's appearance, lifestyle, etc. She is a very generous and compassionate person, indeed.
OH YEA! I got to see a Car-B-Q last night. It was on the 695 ramp last night, and it was kind of scary and intense. It appeared the driver lost control for whatever reason, slammed into the jersey wall (over a bridge none-the-less), and the whole front end of the car went up in flames. I am unsure whether or not the driver was still inside. There were no people around except for one man waving his arms to alert other drivers to slow down/get out of the lane. I'm not sure what kind of car it was, but it looked older. I was in the left lane, and couldn't swing very far into the right lane to get around the Car-B-Q. I had to snake a few feet past the wreck. It looked bad, very very bad, and I feel for whomever the driver and/or passangers were.
I made it through 695 traffic insanity, and hung out with Joe for about an hour or so last night. It was good to see him. He needs to bring his ass up this way next! Though I enjoy driving and visiting Baltimore, it's nice to be the host from time to time. There's a lot of fun stuff going on up in H-burg, and I plan on being able to keep my guests entertained during their stay.

For some reason, I thought about B. Marcus the other day. I still think about her every so often. The thought of her death is still upsetting for me, but not in a grieving sense. Skip's death was the same way for a while...almost as if there was a force saying "This happened so that something greater may happen, but you won't know why for a while." I look back on history, and Skip's death prompted me to be a tattoo artist. Actually, it was more of that final push that set the stone in motion. I know I will have closure one day. In the meantime, it makes me grateful to have had such encouragement from so many people, and I am especially thankful for the generousity of Fate. THANK YOU, FATE!
Hee Hee! Ok that's enough gooey mushy love stuff for a bit, I think it's time for some sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeeep. Have a great night/morning e'rybody!!

"...My city's there, My city's gone..."

2006-11-25T22:15:00.000-05:00

3 days...
I hope I have everything packed. Well, actually, I know I don't have everything. I walked out of work today without biz cards...fuck. I think I've got a small stock pile of them somewhere. I have 4 appointments up there already, but I'm not sure what to expect as far as walk-ins. I'm sure I'll be a-ok.
Tonite was rather...wierd. Today was busy with lookers and walk-in traffic. I had a guy come in who was pumped about a firefighter patch tattoo. He was all but zipping around my room about it. He lost his nerve somewhere after the outline, and decided to come back for the rest of the shading. It was a huuuuuuuuge tattoo that took up his entire forearm, so I guess I don't blame him. Everything was quiet for a little while. I decided to start packing my stuff, and in doing so, unintentionally attracted some rather shady characters. I'm not sure if it was a family or just a whole hoard of friends, or both, but there were about 10 of them. They were just non-stop running back and forth, getting into everything. We kept telling them that no one is allowed back with the person getting tattooed, and they would ignore us. They even made up excuses like "Can I use your bathroom," then stood in the hallway and started talking to the client getting tattooed in the room (you have to pass Landon and Ryan's room to get to the bathroom). Aleesha and I had to keep all our eyes on them. They kept taking magazines out, and I didn't see them put them back. I think they knew we were watching them. They got all shifty-eyed when we looked in there direction.
Brian eventually got the shits of their frequent movement and blatant disrespect for studio policies, so he locked them out of the studio once the 'friends' walked out for a moment. We were close to closing time anyways.
We've had some wierd ones these past couple of days. The other day, a dude walks in wanting to look at tribal. I direct him to the flash and he starts looking. I don't like to stand over people while they are looking, so I walked back behind the counter. Next thing I know, Brian jets over to the dude and starts yelling. This guy was taking pix of the flash with his cell phone. Brian makes him delete the pictures and gives him a verbal warning. The guy leaves shorty after. A little while later, Brian gets a call from another tattoo studio. The other studio says they have a dude there that was caught taking pix on his phone, and that he still had pix from our studio, and that they had deleted EVERYTHING from his camera. That was pretty cool of them.
The next day, it was just Brian and I, and both of us were tattooing. I heard the door ring, and waited for whomever to walk around the corner. No one did. Next thing I know, Brian jets out of his room and screams "HEY, what do you think you are doing?"
I asked him what happened, and he said some chick came in and made a bee-line behind the counter to the phone and starts dialing. WTF! To top it off, our 'photographer' from the day before came in AGAIN! Some people are UNBELIEVABLE!!
That was way too much ridiculousness packed into 3 days. I hope MA is a little more chill and private. I'm actually looking forward to sight-seeing up there. My hosts have agreed to show me around up there. I hope I can find some sweet souvenirs to bring back for people.

I tell ya, this life style sure is strange. I love what I do, I love the flexibility, I love being an artist, but sometimes it makes you want to become a hermit. I've been having more frequent aspirations to become a pilot. I've always had re-ocurring night-time dreams and daydreams of flight since I was a kid, and they are starting to become a little more persuasive. I think it's because I have an 80 minute drive to think about it everyday. I also have aspirations to learn a few more languages. Yes, more than one. I have no interest in American culture. The only way to submerse myself in something other than my own heritage is to adapt another language so that I can partake of another's culture. It should be fun, especially since it involves travelling!
Once I consider myself established, I'm going to drop back to 4 days a week. I might actually accomplish one or more of my aforementioned goals!
Welp, this is tooo long already, so until tomorrow...Adios!

LIIiIiIIIiiiiiIIIiIIIIIIIIIIMA BEANS!

2006-11-24T10:30:00.000-05:00

I hope everyone's 'Tanksgivin' was awesome!!!
We have Thanksgiving at my aunt's house. It is usually pure chaos when we get there and start helping her in the kitchen. The food always turns out terrific, but my aunt gets frazzled by her husband easily. They constantly bicker, even when it's not Thanksgiving. Sometimes it's amusing, sometimes I just wanna smack 'em both upside the head.
There was soooooooo much food to be had! I am still full from yesterday. I don't really go for the turkey...of all things, I go for the Lima beans. I fuggin lOoOOOoOOoOOOOOoooOoOOve lima beans. I also had a huge attraction to my mom's sweet potato souffle. My aunt also made some kind of broccoli casserole that was absolutely delicious. Last but not least, stuffing. I loves me some stuffing!
Then there's that whole family interaction thing. The only person who really annoys me is my squirrely aunt. She does mean well, but sometimes....sometimes. You'll be carrying a shit ton of boxes and food and what-not, and she'll run over to you and try to give you a huge hug while you're still carrying shit. Then she'll ask you a question, and right in the middle of your answer, she'll ask you another 10 questions. She is sooo nutty. I actually look forward to seeing my family, though. My other aunt and her husband are so intrigued with the tattoo thing, so we have some great conversations. It's really funny to hear my aunt say the 'f' word, too! She's pretty cool, even though she is the sister of my squirrely aunt. I usually enjoy seeing my brothers the most. We have a lot of fun together. Usually it's just taunting and teasing, then sometimes it gets physical (in a joking way). Yesterday it ended in a submission tickle brawl, and of course, I lost.

Ahhh, well...today I get to do a big 'ol dagger/rose piece. It's going to be awesome! I can't wait to start it. It's going on a previous client as part of a 'love-lost' gauntlet/cover-up sleeve. I want to discuss some ideas about the filler and the cover-up he will have on his forearm. Unlike his other sleeve, he wanted to piece this one together because he really didn't know which direction he wanted to go with this one. After talking about some ideas, he looked around and came up with a theme. He gave me a vague description of what he wanted for his cover-up, and voila!
He's a good guy who sits well. We have some great conversations as well. I am looking forward to the start of my day!
Let's see...I guess there's really nothing much to report. I have a ton of stuff to do before my flight leaves on tuesday. I'm a little nervous at what to expect from the airport, but I've had a few good pointers from tattoo artists that have flown in the past month. Hopefully the airlines won't fuck with my stuff that much. At least the flight is short. C ompared to taking the train, the flight is only an hour and a half. The train ride would have taken me 6.5 hours....OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only that, but flying was waaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy cheaper! I got roundtrip tix for what a one way would have cost me. :oX
Welp, gotta go get ready. Sorry if this journal seems boring and mindless. There's nothing dramatic going on right now, and to tell you the truth, I like it that way ;o)
Catch ya's on the flip side!

mmmmYummmmmm...

2006-11-22T10:18:00.000-05:00

So today I have the beginning of a 3/4 sleeve. This guy brought me the infamous 'Dawn 'Till Dusk' tribal, but he let me play around with it. It's going to look much cooler than the original.
I don't mind big tribal. In fact, if done right, I think it looks pretty cool. My plan for this guy's tribal is to not make it all black. I'm going to do some shading and blending, so hopefully it will look pretty sweet. Crosses fingers :oP
I have a client coming in to look at a drawing. I made a couple colour samples and we are going to discuss them. I am trying to help him come up with a cover-up design on his forearm. I think the idea I have might work, I just want to run it by him first. He has a gauntlet sleeve doen by me on the other arm, and he has specific instructions for the other arm. I already did a cover-up on the top of the same forearm. He has a very personal and deep theme for the new sleeve. It's a little tougher to piece together, though.
Hmmm, going to MD for Turkey Day. Tonite I have to head down there and help with the baking. I have to make pie crust shells, and anything else my Mom wishes me to do. I don't mind it, but I know the drive home is going to make me grumpy. Their new place takes longer to get to from Gettysburg than the old place. They are very happy with the new house, so I'm happy for them.
On a side note, I am very sore today. It's either from my session the other day (Jules said my shoulders we going to be very sore, especially) or it's from wrestlin' with Brocious the other night. It could be both :oP
A nice hot shower will empower me! Off I go to acheive that goal!! I'll see you kids a little later!

"...see the shadows grow, see an ominous display..."

2006-11-21T22:23:00.000-05:00

Ahhhhhhh...It feels good to be in my own bed. I've been spending more time on other people's couches and floors. It's kinda fun, but it's also nice to be with my wubbie!

Got Reiki'd yesterday...it was grand. I really don't know what to say about it (only good things). Jules is fuckin' awesome and she's got a great sense of the other world. She made me some bitchin' herbal tea, which I needed after trying to find her house! We talked for a bit, then guided me through the meditation process. She was very patient. I kept going out of body and losing my rhythmn. I walked in not knowing what to expect, and walked out of there feeling like I was high. I kept seeing swirly spirals in front of my eyes. Supposedly, those are my chakras being all happy. It was a great experience. I think now I might be ready for a massage!

Work was fun today. I got there a little late (had plenty of time before we opened). We were up late last night playing some dvd game on the telly. Of course it was about movie stuff, but I managed pretty well. Our team got hosed anyway. We think the other team cheated.

AA was quite a contrast since yesterday. I walked in yesterday and the place was bombin'. There were people EVERYWHERE! Brian said it was like a snowball effect...One person came in to get tattooed, then their 'support' friend decided to get tattooed as well, so on and so forth. Today, there wasn't much going on. I guess everyone is preparing for the holidays.
I got a few drawings done today, and had a visit from a previous client. We decided to do a tiny touch-up on his tattoo. I gave him the tour and we talked for a bit prior to sitting him down. He's a great guy who I am grateful to have met. I am meeting so many cool people up there. It seems there is a better sense of art, as well as more imagination. Sure, tribals, butterflies, and lettering are everywhere, but I'm more and more excited to talk to people. Not that I didn't enjoy it before, I love intereacting with people despite my shyness. I just found myself getting more and more disappointed when I would talk to a client who I considered a little out of the ordinary, and they would bring me the same tribal/armband/kid's's's's's's's's names' Harley shield/rose cover-up. There seems to be much more variety amongst clients up there. Variety = GoOOoOoOooooooood.
Hmmm, what else...still working on an oni drawing. We are collaborating on a body suit project as well. It's still in the brainstorming process, so it's not off the ground just yet. I find the four of us at AA really bounce off of each other. The exchange of ideas, jokes, and advice is soooooo good. Brian kinda does his own thing, but still is an active part of our conversations. I don't see too much of Ryan, but he is definetely grown since going back to school. I never really hung out with Landon prior, but I hope is more comfortable with my presence. I enjoy working with him, and it seems he's lightened up a lot since I started full-time. The counter girls are great, they are always on top of things and know how to light up the party!
Don't get me wrong, there was a lot of shit at CG, but I took advantage of the good times. I just don't think anyone ever realized I was smiling my face off during the good moments. I don't feel frustrated or excluded at all with the new digs. I don't feel like I have to walk on egg shells or be weary when people are just having a 'quiet' day. My nerves have finally found relief, and I feel like me again.

Insomnia, what?

2006-11-20T04:09:00.000-05:00

Soooo, it's 4:10 am. I can't seem to find dreamland, so I've been working on sketches. Cleo is at my side being adorable. She almost always sleeps with me at my feet, knees, or chest. Her whiskers wake me in the morning. Cali usually comes in and starts kneading and purring loudly on me. I move too much for her to actually sleep on me, so she will usually take the knee spot if Cleo hasn't claimed it. Cali is a very loyal cat with a heart that longs for the outside world. I'm not sure how she is going to react once I move. I almost feel like I will need to adopt another cat to keep her company while I'm away at work. I will not be able to give her up. I think we will both miss the company of Cleo and Jericho very much.
I hate house hunting. I don't have a lot to move (other than the mopeds), so at least that will be easy. The drive to and from Mechanicsburg everyday is not as mundane as I thought it would be. I guess all my years of driving ridiculous distances to get places has left me with mutual respect for the road. I'm just a little concerned for the health of my car. Moped parts are much cheaper and easier to replace myself.
The Carlisle Pike is much like Route 1 in Baltimore. A stretch of pavement providing its travellers with a plethora of business exploitation and distal distractions. There isn't much as far as dwellings go, just your average run of the mill apartment complexes. The good news is that the cost of living is ridiculously cheaper than Gettysburg (or B-more/Bel Air for that matter). I'm not ready to buy property, but I'm tired of renting. I should sink my red cents into a new vehicle, and live out of it while travelling the country. Yea, I've thought about it. Not the safest or smartest idea, but it might be fun. Thorsett would be proud.

After mentioning my LJ in the below post, I went back and started to read through some of the old entries. For those of you who have been perplexed by my seemingly hopeless and melancholy themes, don't be fooled. Most of those entries are just snapshots of my mixed up dreams. Some were daydreams, and some were just, well, whatever came to mind. A few reflected actual events, just translated to a mood rather than literally. I know, I know, I'm not exactly Shakespeare, so most of that stuff seems corny for sure. There are a few of those entries that still give me goosebumps when I read them.
I've forgotten how intense my dreams were at that point. The beginning of this year was the worst. I almost felt like my dreams started invading reality. Then I realised it was just the greater spirits being unhappy with my curiousity. I do not regret where or who I am, but sometimes I regret compassion. Everyone has flaws, it seems mine is my sensitivity in certain situations. I guess I would not be much of an artist without it. One of my greatest drives is finding the good in the things people miss. I enjoy the spontaneity of it all.

Unfortunately, I'm not a very quick person, at least not in cognitive thought. I think my heart tends to react to a situation first, and my brain has to justify it. This process can take a few moments. I think I like it that way. I know that if I am happy initially, then I am truly happy. If I am upset initially, then I am truly upset. My brain just has to figure out what to do with that emotional concoction. Somtimes I want to take action, but my heart seems to know the outcome before anything is done. I usually end up frustrated when my brain sets out to prove my heart wrong, and I end up right where my heart said I would. Now I've got the initial stimulii, and then it's topped off with bonus frustration. How annoying.

Then sometimes I think I was created for the wrong universe. I can't seem to find much similiarity with my thought processes and modern society. I've always felt an odd fluctuating frequency around me, and that contributes to the frequent confusion. Perhaps its a time warp, or maybe it's the conscience of loneliness, often revisted without much repreive. At least I know I'm sane. I'm just always locked in a birdcage. One can always adapt to a sufficient captive environment, but the heart will always feel deprived of spiritual sustinence.

Hmmm, I think that may have paid the Sandman. Sleep is welcomed here, finally. I'll report back here with more ramblings tomorrow...er, today. G'Morning!

Here's a Blogger...

2006-11-19T14:09:00.000-05:00

So here's a new blog for all you cats to read. I'll try to keep this one a little more coherent than my LJ.
For my first post I would like to thank Comcast for being an evil monopoly. Thanks, Comcast!
Second, I would like to say...well, I really don't have much to say at this very moment, so I'll give you an update on what's going on...
Let's see...Moved into a new shop, for all those people who may not know what's going on. If you are reading this, and you don't know what I'm talking about, then you are not my friend, but you can be! All you have to do is eat 3 cheeseburgers and a burrito while on a pogo stick. Well, that might not be such a good idea. Just sit back and enjoy my ramblings, and you can be my friend.

So, onward! Things are going swell. A couple of people have already sought me out from the other studio, which makes me feel appreciated. I have my own room to myself, and I can decorate how I please. It's not too shabby, if I do say so.
I worked on the winged skull upper backpiece yesterday. This guy came in with the idea and he's very, VERY Irish. Not like "Oh, my Grandma's cousin's sister's dog's uncle's brother's mother's goldfish is Irish," but like straight up from Ireland...and he has theeeeee THICKEST accent to boot. I can hardly understand him some of the time, but he's a fuggin' nice guy who can sit through some serious tattoo torture.

Last night I went bowling with everyone. James flew into town for a visit with Nat and Kurt, so naturally, all those who haven't seem James wanted to hang (myself included). I arranged beer and bowl, and it was great, as usual. I have been Shannon's correographer so she could come up and hang with us, too, which was fantastic. She brought her friend Jared, and he is a gentleman. WAY TO GO SHANNON! Issac and Liz made an appearance, as did Ryan and Morgan. Good times had by all.
We were up 'till almost 5 am playing catchphrase, a Kurt and Nat tradition. Everyone had a good time. I'm glad to have met so many good people who aren't afraid of differences. That goes to all you guys in the 'gang,' as well. Last night just made me happy that I have friends who allow me to be me.
On a concluding note,I get Reiki'd tomorrow! I had a client come in and she got a Dharma wheel tattooed. We started talking about it and other things related, and she is a massage therapist/energy healer. I figured that might be fun to try, so I made an appointment and we are going to see how things go. For those of you unfamiliar with Reiki, it's a method of self healing and meditation.
Hmmm, this seems like this could go on to be a novel, so I'll put it to rest here. So long, Ya'll!