New Ink

I've decided that I'm going to get a new tattoo.

I have two that I'm currently debating between, a Gaelic swan - for the Gaelic Zodiac and this thing little saying that Stephanie - http://carpetbodies.blogspot.com/ - and I have going. It pretty much encompasses life and relationships as ice cream flavors: Ice Cream Equals Life, or something to that extent(look for that in a future blog). I'm still waiting for her to come up with something beautifully ornate that I could never come up with in my wildest dreams. Because, I am not artistically inclined in and forté that doesn't have to do with words or make-up. So, lets all just be serious and agree to that, yes? Well, since I have nothing to show you for the worded tattoo, this is the other that I'm thinking - with massive tweeking, of course.

Naturally, it won't be in those exact colours or on the bow of a boat. Also, it'll probably be sitting on a Trinity Knot of some kind. I've not quite decided. Nor, have I decided where I'm going to put it. I'm thinking on my foot, the bend of my elbow or wrap it around my forearm.
I was thinking that maybe I could intertwine the two, but I don't see how that could happen. Ice cream doesn't have much to do with the Gaelic Zodiac or the Children of Lir.

You see, I have a nice little problem to deal with. But, it's fine, because I haven't even called Becky to talk about a sketch yet! I'm a huge slacker. Here's the website, if you'd like to check it out. Actually, it's a myspace page, but oh well! http://www.myspace.com/benaroundtattoos I don't think that Becky - the artist who did my other two - has a website. I should probably check into that? I need to call and set up an appointment, first. Maybe I'll wait until the summer? But, then, I won't be able to go out in the sun for a few days without taking the risk of burning the crap out of my ink'd skin. Oh, the decisions!

Sometimes, I don't think I'm mature enough to make all these crazy decisions. I'd rather just stay at home, in bed and let my mommy make all the tough choices. Then, I realize that I would never do anything fun if I let her make all the choices and I get out of bed to go do it myself - makes for a more interesting day.

Talking with Carole: She thinks that I should just leave stick with the two tattoos I have and go on with my life, making the choices that I make for whatever reason I make them. She says it seems to be working well enough so far so I shouldn't screw with it. I agree.

Treading Deep Water

Fate is quite the wicked tease.
We've got children starving and living on the streets, all over the world - but they're popping up more and more in the U.S.. We've got single mothers being kicked out of their houses and going without food or medical attention just so they can feed their children a single meal.

And yet --

We've got these suits who walk around like the world won't touch them. Like their million-dollar suites and hundreds of thousands of dollar cars won't be touched by the recession that they've so generously thrown this country into. And, you know what? They probably won't be touched because their companies are giving them thousand-dollar bonuses! Ridiculous!

Didn't we used to have a system that worked in the reverse? We took from the rich and gave to the poor? (Cue Robin Hood - even the Disney version, please.)

Speaking from experience here, we've got students who work their butts off to pay for school, phones, houses or apartments, animals and food, just so their parents don't have to work as hard. But, what are we working to, really? A whole life of paying more taxes just so the already rich can sit on their ever-expanding bottoms and live out their lives in plush security?

Oh, no thank you! Sign me up for whatever flight, ferry or train takes me out of here.

I've been thinking that I'll move to Canada, Ireland or Australia - at least in the outback, all I'd have to worry about are the aborigines, sting rays and the ever present threat of melting. But, hey, maybe I could pull of that look?

Talking with Carole: We've decided that the U.S. is belly-up and bass-ackwards.