Naked in the Greenbelt

Man, I thought about doing a tattoo blog but I just CAN'T at this juncture. Probably since my life has turned into crazy-land populated by the crazy-people doing the crazy-things. I'll just post about tattoo here, cause that's part of my artistic life, and that's what this damn thing is for.
I have been neglecting my blog. Quick update: I leave on my sojourn (I love that word) to Antarctica in ONE WEEK!!! i will be going to lovely Denver Colorado first, for Orientation, then on to New Zealand (heretofore called NZ by the lazy typist, Me) by way of LA and Australia, mate. I've never been to Australia, but will be there for a whole hour and a half, so that's exciting. I think I even get to stay in the same terminal at the airport (does sarcasm come through in the typewritten form? I sure hope so!) and probably never see the eucalyptus groves or nothin. That's OK, cause I grew up in Santa Cruz and we grew Eucs for firewood. They burn fast and hot. See the things you learn by wasting time reading wankery blogs! YOU ARE SO SMART NOW!
We have currently been invaded here at Nutmeg Lane by The Devil Makes Three. That means that Cooper is here, since 2/3 of the band live here with me. Anyway, it's a very homey and wonderful thing.
Our psychotically wonderful friend Chris Kelly does a night bike ride on Thursdays here in Davis, as part of our super-dangerous bike GANG; Venomous Venom. We all went on it, Cooper having brought his super-orange fixie up with him, and I'd have to say that it was pretty fun. My ass is super sore though, Lucia and I have cruisers that weigh approx. 300 lbs a piece, so our asses look better than any of the other fools on the ride who have fast light bikes and never break a sweat.
Davis has never ending connected deserted bike paths unsullied by cars. There is a green belt, where surprisingly NO homeless people live, and where I feel I could sleep completely naked with 100 dollar bills taped to my body and wake up un-molested and still rich. You sort of can get to all parts of the city via these green alleys. I think Mykle will find it quite excellent.

Today I apprenticed, which was really exciting because I got to tattoo some more live human flesh! The other week I tattooed a little shaded window type thing on a dude who was getting the San Francisco skyline with the GG Bridge on his back, right above the giant nautical star on fire with tribal flames flanked by two snowboarder siloettes (I am NOT kidding this time). That made my day, but today I got to tattoo for a half hour or so one the piercer, Matt, who is getting a terrible tribal thing covered up with one of those awesome Chinese dogs. To do this, Joe (another tattooist at the shop and excellent guy) is tattooing white overthe dark tribal stuff. SO I got to do that for a while. Poor Joe was sick, and Matt didn't care, so I got to experiment on soemthing that will be covered up. They encouraged me, of course, to tattoo a cock and balls, but I don't do that sort of thing, so I concentrated on tattooing at the right speed and depth and making tiny little circles,and I had a lot of the sort of really tedious fun that I love! Hooray!


Check it! It's Jessica, my lovely and beautiful and PATIENT tattoo teacher. She's got green eyes, just like most of the auspicious green-eyed aliens that I find myself surrounded with. For instance, my boyfriend.

So I have sent myself a bunch of tattoo equipment in th Land of Coldness, and I hope that it gets there, because it's um,...not really my stuff, and I REALLY want to practice A LOT whole there. My life is about learning this craft mostly, you know, and I am going to Antarctica so that I will be able to learn with more flexibility and freedom and with my own tools. Mykle tells me that word is spreading down there (and shit I do mean DOWN) and it's probably all thanks to him and his mouth. I don't know. I just think I'll learn to do the outline of the Antarctic continent off the top of my head and I'll be fine. And a penguin.

Also, I got tattooed today, with small little birds that match Jordan's. Pictures soon I think. If I can reach that far around my head. I may need a helper.