Tattoo

No, not da plane, da plane! Tattoo. I am thinking of getting a tattoo. I'm thinking of something on my upper arm, sort of like the one in the photo.

What do you think? Do you have tattoos? Do you like them? Am I just too old for this kind of thing?

This Is Hilarious

A friend sent me this link and it just cracked me up. It is an actual ad for a shaver.

http://www.shaveeverywhere.com/

As a woman, I am used to shaving, so trimming and shaving the er, other areas isn't that much of a hinderance. How do you feel about those pesky hairy mammalian areas?

The art is Austrian Expressionist painter Egon Schiele's Female Nude, 1910. While many of the models for turn of the century paintings did seem to use shavers, Schiele's models didn't.

Theme Song

Do you have one? Lately, I think mine is Everybody's Changing by Keane.

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can

You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why.

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same.

You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
'cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right.

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same.

Not the most cheerful song, but for now it will have to do. Do you have a theme song?

The art is German (Northern Renaissance) painter Hans Baldung Grien's The Seven Ages of Woman, c.1535

Al Gore or the Unabomber

Thanks to Howard

Castro's Favorite Color

I took the Al Gore or the Unabomber test. I got a 58%. All I can say is that the unabomber was really articulate!

Al Gore or the Unabomber? Who Said It?

Doing Nothing

Doing nothing uses 2000 steps a day. Seriously. I was looking through some old crap that was in a crap drawer, and found this pedometer. I clipped it onto my shorts at around noon. I did absolutely nothing all day.

You should walk 10,000 steps a day to be in good health. Well, that is what I read. So I am nowhere near that on this lazy Sunday afternoon.

The average woman walks about 6000 steps a day. I'll let you know how many steps I walk tomorrow, when I am actually doing something.

Do you have a crap drawer? What is in it?

Do you have a pedometer? How much do you walk? Do you care?

The art is a picture of myself and S, a friend. He walks a lot every day.

A trip to the restroom

The other night my friend Kate and I were at a bar and had to use the restroom, so off we went. This was one of these bars that have bathrooms that are downstairs, around a corner, down a corridor, and good luck finding the thing.

We went downstairs, around the corner, down the corridor, and saw 2 matching doors. We both opened them simultaneously, to find ourselves each in a dark utility closet. We laughed, turned around, and stepped back to get our bearings. We saw another door further down that was indeed a women's restroom.

We opened the door, and just to our right were 2 women leaving. We almost ran into them. Kate and I said, "Oh, excuse me!" Then we realized the women were us. There was a mirror on the wall just to our right as we entered the restroom.

It was a stupid bar anyway.

The art is Paul Gaugin's Two Tahitian Women with Mango Blossoms, 1899.

Memory

So as far as I can tell Memorial Day is meant to commemorate our memories.

My memories are becoming rather um, random, as I get older. My friends have begun telling me to "refresh."

For example, yesterday (Memorial Day) I was out on the deck with some friends, my friend R said something, and I said, "what?" Then after less than a minute I somehow heard it, and said, "Ahhh, well. Yeah, I did know that Jordin won American Idol." But there was like a moment when I swear I had no idea what he said. My friends were online looking at some crap or another, and told me I needed to "refresh." Er. OK.

Actually they were right. I have come to the point where I sometimes forget shit. Or did I always? I'm not sure. I just remember the time when I came back from the store, which is right down the street, and came to my own little alley-type street. I looked both ways and couldn't decide which way to go. Well, I did figure it out in about 10 seconds, but fo those few seconds it was really freaky. I really felt lost.

I needed to refresh, and then I could get were I was. No biggie, but at the time it was.

Have you ever had a moment like that? Where you needed to refresh?

The art is Andrew Wyeth's Overflow,