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July 7th, 2008

So, first of all, my blog still looks wonky to me. No white background on the posts, and my sidebar is half missing. I ask you, WTF?!

But, anyway, I got my eighth tattoo today!

Tattoo #8!

The picture’s a little dark (and my arm looks fat because of the weird angle — I took it myself, obvs), and the tattoo is still shiny from the A&D ointment so some parts aren’t showing up well in the photo, but it says, “Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall” (a quote by Confucius that has held great meaning for me for a very long time), and the flowers are cherry blossoms. In Chinese tradition, cherry blossoms represent femininity; to the Japanese, they’re symbolic of the transience of life, as the blossoms bloom only briefly before falling to the ground. That’s why I chose them.

For me, this tattoo will serve as daily a reminder that life is transient and fluid, that there’ll always be good times, just as there will always be bad; that it’s human to be imperfect and make mistakes, as long as we’re courageous enough to pick ourselves up and try again.

Dig?

Anyway, the piece is on the inside of my right forearm (the picture doesn’t do it any justice), and takes up most of that space. It was done by Matt Myrdal (at Pino Bros Ink) — a crazy LOST fan, who had the hieroglyphics from the Swan Hatch on the door of his tattoo room, brewed his own Dharma-label beer, and is currently drawing up some LOST tattoos. And? He totally digs Jack. (Brian, one of the other artists, came in while Matt and I were talking about LOST; he’s planning to get the “execute” button on his arm. Dude. That’s awesome.)

I’ll probably go back to Matt in September to get my next piece, which will be substantially smaller. I want to get a simple graphic outline of Skittles’ face, maybe on my other wrist or on the side of my neck. We’ll see. The large mermaid I want has to wait, since I’ll need to save up cash for that one.  Bah. Can’t I pay for that one in sand dollars?

Um…

June 23rd, 2008

Am I crazy or has my blog’s white background vanished? And most of my sidebar? WTF?

CELTICS WIN!!!

June 17th, 2008

2008 NBA CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!

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Today, I…

June 15th, 2008

1. Went to Kowloon, which is my favorite restaurant on the planet

2. Bought myself a Ped Egg (because I’d heard they actually work), and I’m obsessed with keeping my feet soft and pretty. I didn’t have much for the Ped Egg to do right now, because my feet are in great shape — but it did make my heels even smoother

3. Watched the Celtics lose to the Lakers, but forced myself not to cry like I used to do every time they lost a regular season game. Besides, they’ll be back in Boston on Tuesday, and they own the court at home

4. Took some more photos:

Spring, How I Love Thee

Alone

Black Hole

A generally good day.

Ah, Spring

June 14th, 2008

I bought myself two potted Gerbera plants yesterday, because I love Gerbera daisies so much. They’re so vibrant.

Sun

Universe

Flog Me

June 11th, 2008

OK, first of all, I’ve been a bad blogger, shamefully neglecting this place as of late. I’m sorry, Blog, baby — forgive me?

K, thanks.

Things on the OMG-my-body-is-failing-me front are fairly status quo for now, although I did get a surgical consult set up for next week. Hopefully, a fresh, unbiased set of eyes will be able to figure out what the hell’s going on with my side/abdomen pain. As far as the Sjogren’s goes, all that fun stuff is still being sorted out. It hurts my control freak heart to sit back and let the doctors lead, but I will. (Aaaarrgh!)

My weekly women’s addiction group is going really well. I genuinely enjoy the other women who attend, and the experience has actually made me a better person. Honestly, I went into the whole thing with a superior attitude; I thought I was better than them because my substance addiction issues — though begun in my teens — were cultivated in a high-end setting like the music industry, as opposed to a street corner or the local bar. But then I met and got to know them, and I realized that while the details of our lives may differ, our struggles are the same; I’m not better than them, and they’re certainly no lesser than me. Truly, and surprisingly, this has humbled me in ways I never imagined it would, and I feel grateful to these women for being a constant source of inspiration.

Matt has referred me to a place he recently heard of called Right Turn, which is a Boston-based organization dedicated to offering addiction services to artists and entertainers. At his prompting, I emailed them and told them a bit about my situation; the founder and one of the social workers each emailed me back to say I’d be a great fit, and suggested that I come to one of their Thursday evening Artists in Recovery groups to get a feel for things. I have to work up to it, but I think I’ll give it a try.

Anyway, summer’s finally here which means my birthday is on the horizon. Oh, July, how I love and loathe thee.

Broke out the cute feet and summer shoes today, It’s an odd angle, but these Liz Claiborne sandals look freaking adorable with jeans:

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I’m also working on finally taking some pictures of my tattoos (one of which is peeking out in the above photo, on my left foot), in preparation for number eight, which should happen sometime this summer.

Anyway, that be it for now. I may start doing a Day In the Life photo feature when I feel the urge, so look out for that. It could happen tomorrow, oh, yes it could.

Mah Mom

June 7th, 2008

I didn’t take this pic, but I like it. My mom (in the pink) and her friend, Fran.

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He Was A Hoopy Frood

May 25th, 2008

May 25th is Towel Day, a day set aside to honor the late Douglas Adams, the man who wrote what may be my favorite series of books ever, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. (If you haven’t read them, please do. They’re full of joy and absurdity, and tons of heart.)



Why a towel?

To quote from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:

 

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you - daft as a bush, but very, very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

 

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

 


For Narnia!

May 23rd, 2008

prince_caspian-poster1.jpgToday, my mom played hooky from work and we went to see Prince Caspian, the second film in the Chronicles of Narnia series (which I’m currently reading). I adored the first film, The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe, which was essentially LOTR Lite, and went into Caspian with high hopes for something as engaging and magical as its predecessor. I needn’t have worried; Caspian was not only as good as Wardrobe, it was a hundred times better, and instantly earned itself a place amongst my favorite films of all time.

This was a much darker, much more adult film, with a heavy dose of pathos and non-stop action from the very beginning. My mom and I kept remarking that it reminded us a lot of The Two Towers, the battle-heavy middle piece of the LOTR trilogy. It had the same urgency, the same somber tone and wicked action scenes that took our breath away. There were even some ass-kicking trees!

(Incidentally, the enormous amount of similarities between the LOTR trilogy and the Chronicles of Narnia series isn’t a huge surprise, considering J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis were good friends and fellow members of the Inklings.)

Anyway, if you’re partial to epic fantasies, as I am, ignore the critical reviews for the film (which have been mixed) and get yourself to a theater. I promise you, this is a film you need to see on the big screen and it’s well worth the small fortune you’ll shell out. (We even paid the extra $2.00 per ticket to see the film in the “Director’s Hall.” Yeah, we have a fancy-schmancy movie theater in our neighborhood, but it kicks ass because going to the movies is always a great experience.)

YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

May 21st, 2008

WOO HOOOOOOO!!!

David Cook won!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!

I cried… fuck yes, I cried my ass off for my Cookie. WOO HOO!!!