So Tues I went to meet my cousin after work a few blocks away from me where he was getting his Brooklyn Tattoo touched up and getting a new zip code filled in. As I was there I figured it was time to get a new one (#8). I made my appt. for Sat at 4pm.
It took a little over 2 hours to do because we had to make sure the placement was correct, and coloring it in was extremely complicated. In the end I have a very very cool and very large new tattoo. It’ll take about a full month to heal but should start looking healed within 2 weeks. I have to make sure to not bang it around and stuff. You always forget how much of a part of your body you actually use till you’re conscious of it… like you never realize how much you move one part of your body till it mildly aches each time you do move it.
I chose this watercolor by Egon Schiele:
Ok, you want to see? You curious? OK I show you! *click on the images to enlarge*
It’s been 10 years since I graduated college and for some reason this past weekend, which was a whirlwind, one of my friends and my college prof both came down to NYC. I didn’t know this was happening so it was a surprise and I was happy and stressed.
My friend J and her husband and fairly new baby drove down from Rochester on their way to Ocean City and stayed with some friends in Manhattan. They arrived late Fri night and I met them Sun for dinner after the Yankee game. We went to eat Korean BBQ (yum) and then hung out for a bit and finally said goodbye. That afternoon J and I met with one of her cousins (she has like 30 of them) and we went to lunch in the ‘hood and hung out. J gave them her old iMac which still has a lot of life in it but just not enough for her tastes.
I got a text message on Sun night from my college prof that she was in town and doing research at the NYU Library. We made plans to meet on Mon night and went to see Patti Smith: Dream of Life which was very very cool. We ate dinner at a nice restaurant called Jane on W. Houston down by 6th ave.
Afterwards, we talked for a while and finally said goodnight. However, we found out that Patti Smith was actually going to be at the Film Forum on Tues night… if only we had planned that better!
Here’s an excerpt from the NY Times review:
For the most part, it is a song of life — by turns joyous and elegiac, warm and vibrantly present, a mosaic of moods and moments from one woman’s richly lived time on earth. Against the odds and punk’s dumber tendencies, Ms. Smith didn’t die young or succumb to the usual rock clichés. She did fade away, though intentionally: in 1979 she dissolved her band, the Patti Smith Group, leaving New York and her escalating fame behind for an apparently contented life as a suburban Detroit housewife, tucking into domesticity with her husband, the guitarist Fred Smith, and their children, Jackson (a son) and Jesse (a daughter). Then, in 1994, Mr. Smith died of heart failure. The next month, her only brother, Todd, died too.
Ms. Smith re-emerged and joined Bob Dylan (a fugitive backstage presence here) on tour in late 1995. Mr. Sebring, who had met her that same year during a magazine photo shoot, started to tag along. He continued to do so over the next decade, shooting her performing on and off the stage (she never seems to turn off, though she does put her hand over the camera lens) in color and high-, sometimes low-contrast black-and-white 16-millimeter film.
This is becoming a rather annoying task to get my site together. I don’t like my archives displayed in this never-ending list of months and years… I don’t like that if you click a category of posts to view, it shows in a string with no titles or dates of the post… what the hell?!?
UGH
*an hour later* I fixed it… I’m done for the night.
