For me (and my gal)

Some giddy-up quotes.

Tough times never last, but tough people do. – Robert H Schuller

Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines. – Leroy Satchel Paige

A problem is a chance for you to do your best. – Duke Ellington

I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders. – Jewish Proverb

If you don’t like something change it; if you can’t change it, change the way you think about it. – Mary Engelbreit : )

Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind; privation trains and strengthens it. – William Hazlitt

The bravest sight in the world is to see a great man struggling against adversity. – Seneca

Show me someone who has done something worthwhile, and I’ll show you someone who has overcome adversity. – Lou Holtz

Prosperity makes friends, adversity tries them. – Publilius Syrus

One who gains strength by overcoming obstacles possesses the only strength which can overcome adversity. – Albert Schweitzer

Roll on good people, roll on!

Til next time,

Simon

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The ankle bone's connected to the shin bone, the shin bone's….

On Friday night I went and had a few ales with Danni a good friend of mine. To cut a long story short at about 11pm my back went into spasms and she had to cart me screaming to Tacoma General Hospital. For those who haven’t suffered sciatica before, all I can tell you is that it is the most painful experience I have been through, there is no comfortable position and no respite from the pain. After waiting for I dont know how many hours begging for some relief and literally tearing my hair out a doctor came to see me and prescribed some muscle relaxants and some morphine for the pain. The morphine put me to sleep but did not stop the pain and the effect of the muscle relaxant was negligible. The nurse came back in as I was sleeping and told me I was being discharged. I told him that I was still in pain and couldn’t move. He shrugged, told me he had sciatica before, to buck up and get a move on. He clearly hasn’t had sciatica like I have. I told him there was no one to go back to at my house and that I couldn’t move at all. No response.

“Heres the wheelchair – get dressed”

He said that he’d seen the doctor and that I wasn’t getting anymore pain relief. I told him I didn’t want anymore pain relief I wanted muscle relaxants that would stop this problem. I told him I was uninsured and booking myself back in would have been more expense I couldnt afford and a waste of everyone’s time.

I was dizzy and nauseated from the morphine and in great pain with my back. I wasn’t sure how much sense I was making. He asked if he should call anyone, I said no. I’d try to get in a cab.I couldn’t sit in the chair and made a plank of my body (the position I felt the least pain in)and he wheeled me down to the pharmacy to pick up my muscle relaxants – where he left me. Now, this is where I should tell you that the type of wheelchair I was in needed to be wheeled by someone other than the occupant – it didn’t have big wheels I could push and it wasn’t motorized and that the pharmacy was on a different floor than the exit. The girl at the pharmacy did everything she could to help – it must have been obvious that I was in great pain. When I could stay in the wheelchair no longer, I threw myself onto the ground and crawled to some seats and curled up in a foetal position beneath them (the most comfortable position I could find) threw up and fell asleep again.

An undetermined time later someone woke me and told me I had to move. I gave them my phone and asked them to call Danni, I was scared I wasn’t making any sense and that a friend would have more patience with me than a cab driver might. Danni was awesome, Id woken her in the middle of the night she helped bundle me in the backseat of her car and drove me home. I threw myself out of her car upon arrival at my home, threw up again, and crawled down my driveway into my home, I couldn’t walk as it was too painful to do so, leaving poor Danni to carry my crutches inside.

You would think in a user pays system that the standard of care would be at least the equal of Nationalized health systems, and in most cases when I’ve had occasion to avail myself of the healthcare system in The States this has been true.

This occasion couldn’t have been more markedly different. To the doctor who gave me such short shrift – thanks for nothing – I’m still in pain and will be seeing my own GP at extra cost, to the system and me, some time this week . And to the nameless male nurse – FUCK YOU ASSHOLE – I wish I had your name to publicly address what was the most incompetent job in a carers role I’ve ever had the misfortune of experiencing.Both you and Tacoma General Hospital should be ashamed at the disgrace you brought to your profession that night.

Sorry for such a downer post – the next one will be more positive,

Simon

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Someone's fridge's legacy

The photos, magnets, postcards, bills, mementoes and reminders you have attached to your fridge can tell a bloke more about you than you might think. How do I know? I’m a pro fridge-gazer.

Whenever I enter a home I’m unfamiliar with, I make a beeline for the fridge. The information gleaned from that one spot gives me a pretty good idea about what the people who are living there are like. Information that includes- taste and style, age, interests, family, sexual orientation, financial status, political leanings, favourite holiday destinations, fashion sense, religious beliefs, academic history, charity affiliations, health, sporting pursuits (or supported teams), personality types (ad hoc arrangement or meticulous order and grouping), cleanliness and hygiene, life priorities and of course what they like to eat. The last one is a lie. I don’t open the fridge door. Thats a bit much – even for me… but it doesn’t stop me thinking about it.

I’ve a tenner in my pocket that says if you look at your refrigerator it will provide details from at least three of the above categories. Go on… have a look. Go on.

The reason I mention fridges – I’ve found two new influences for my tattoo on someone’s fridge, well not actually their fridge, in their facebook photos, I was directed there via a link from a friend of mine. I contend that facebook has become the new fridge, where the reminders, collectables and remembrances of our lives are huddled together for the world to see. It beats me why people want that stuff to be private I mean the display is the thing is it not? Thats why we are putting it there aren’t we? For the world to see?

Anyhow this guys fridge/photos/wall yielded two more works that I think could influence the direction of the tattoo, Ive since tracked down the owner and the artist (his cousin) and have them here to share with you and Ruby.

Lifes strange aint it?

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Billy – 'cause I missed you and for lots of reasons

I missed the Billy Bragg concert, he played at the Bumbershoot Festival in Seattle, the last weekend of Burning Man. I’ve always wanted to see him play and had to make a choice. Life is about choices as Billy reminds us in A New England and Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards (old version) (new version) which are anthems of mine. This song has only 56 words of verse, yet covers so much ground – the whole album Mr Love and Justice is well worth a listen. I could have drowned myself in this song the night of The Temple Burn – so it seems apt to post it for that and many other reasons. This was recorded last night at his sound check in North Carolina.

Billy Bragg – I almost killed you

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Star progress

With an inordinate amount of time on my hands since my achilles injury I have spent most of my time organizing my house and quite a surprising amount of time thinking about and researching the central image of my tattoo.

Streaming through hundreds of pages of artwork and thousands of images resulting from searches based on the word “Love” I found myself returning over and over to images of stars – starbursts, birth of a star, various paintings and representations of stars.

I like stars’ dynamic sense of explosive energy and the overwhelmingly positive mental and emotional associations I have with stars. I like that they reside in the heavens and I like the words used to describe a star’s characteristics, words like magnitude, radiance and luminosity. I like the social and cultural anthropological significance of stars….you’ve got the picture… stars are working for me.

Not to mention that SWIU has a tattoo of stars that I love.

It’s about time I did this- SWIUs name is Jess. She is clearly no longer unmentionable.

Jess has a a tattoo of stars that I love.

I didn’t like tattoos when I met Jess, and while we were together, despite my loving her tattoos, I discouraged her from getting any more. I wish I hadn’t done that. And of course now I find myself wanting one of my own… go figure.

Anyway, back to stars. I think I’ve settled on an image. Now to decide how that image is to be realized. I still want the tattoo to be colorful but don’t want to trivialize the subject matter. Will it be possible to have images within image? eg having an ocean image within a star?- depending upon the scale it might be possible – that would be nifty.

Other considerations – placement and size -dependent on how the tattoo will change as my body changes with age. Color in relationship to my skin tone – what colors hues and tones are possible using ink and (my) skin as the media? Fonts used for my loved ones names – a different font for each person or consistent with the style of the piece?

Maybe I’m overthinking this at this early stage?? Let’s see what Ruby comes back with.

1950s illustration (its the stars and depth of field Im interested in)


By Dan Collier (interested in the horizon and the central focal point)


Tomas Del-Amo (color and composition)


David Fleetham (composition - always go back to nature!)


(color composition and style)

‘Til next time,

Simon

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