Linx baby, and bizarre celebrations

I have some pictures that I don't post on the internet, you know, (as I reach the 1500th picture posted on Flickr). That's a selection of them there below. I was inspired by the "Of Montreal" song entitled "Wraith pinned to the Mist", which is a great song, very strange and seemingly about the action of BEING in Antarctica. it gets played a lot here. It's about (I think) a feeling of being insubstantial, or impossible. Look in most atlases- Ross Island isn't even included in the map of the world. And what are humans doing here anyway? I am a tattoo apprentice plying her trade in a dorm room in Antarctica....on my one day off I watch penguins or dress up and go to parties and draw on people with Sharpies (I am so serious that Sharpie should sponsor me or give me a prodeal or something. I do so much for them. You don't even know how many fake tattoos I've given here. A lot of parties are spent just drawing on folks...I finish one and start another one immediatley. It's made me very graphically-witty-on-the-fly, if i do say so myself. I like it.)

in other words, we have bizarre celebrations.

I guess it is like summer camp, which is what I scornfully thought before I came here. Tomorrow is the karaoke contest, Friday is the Dolly Parton Party, now in it's second year. We have a tuba-based band, Korean sword-fighting classes, we drive pickles and use "Skua" as a verb.

Let's forget who let forget when lets forget how.

I'm trying to start tattooing one soul a week. Probably on Mondays or Tuesdays. Last week it was Richard, who is a dear friend, with the first design of my own I've tattooed (haha it was my 3rd tattoo ever!) He wanted birds on a wire, and gave me many good pictures and suggestions. The power-pole hides on the back of his arm, and the power lines stretch around and would be abstract if the little outlined birds were not perching on them.

It took about 4 hours. Daaaaamn. He sat very well and we talked about and listened to music. he's an obsessive mix-maker, and had made two "tattoo mixes" in celebration (of being the second person properly tattooed in Antarctica, and - as he pointed out - the first gay person tattooed in Antarctica).



I set up the desk in our room like a tattoo station- covering everything in saran wrap and spraying everything with disinfectant. I go through about 7 pairs of latex gloves every session. I'm a bit of a germ-a phobe. Haha. It's because of the intense awareness of my teacher Jess, and I know I'll thank her for that as I continue to tattoo.

Time bends when I tattoo. My hands don't cramp really, but my legs totally fall asleep.
Does everyone realize that this is my dreamcometrue?

Hey don't you want to see the extraordinary paintings of Tiffany Bozic:



and the incredible "stony-traveller" photos of Mike Brodie (click on picture for link. The photographer is only 20 years old! I also feel like I'm gonna know one of the kids when I look at the pictures, from Rigg St. or just SC. ):



"Some Men are searching for the Holy grail/
But there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails/


I thought so.

Love,
Kai