"like the end and the way"
Jan. 19th, 2011 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishResolved: Stop Blaming the Pancake: "I'll go further and say that the repeated compulsion to resolve and resolve and resolve is actually a terrific marker that you're not really ready to change anything in a grownup and sustainable way. You probably just want another magic wand." Ow. (Metaphor quibble: for me the first pancake is no better or worse than the rest of the batch. The first crepe is consistently awful and has to be scraped off into the sink, though.)
Chip Delany, Part 2: The Miracle of Dhalgren. Pohl's whole blog is worth reading if you've any interest in the history of US SF in the twentieth century; this particular post is noteworthy for the people that show up in the comments.
Wednesday already. Where does the time go.
(Recap: on Friday I got a tattoo or two, depending on how one counts. It's a taijitu, empty half on the inside left wrist/forearm, dark half on the inside right wrist/forearm. Inspiration from UKL's "Light is the left hand of darkness, and darkness the right hand of light," among other things.)
I spent all weekend in the apartment, cleaning and doing chores and writing and generally Not Doing A Damn Thing unless I felt like it. There was de-Xmasing and vacuuming and cooking, but mostly there was lying on the couch reading or talking or mucking with the computer. Very pleasant.
Monday was my first day in public, and hence the day of regrets: how could I do this? It's Unprofessional. I'll be looked at funny, or given a Talking To, or fired. I made it through mostly by reminding myself that a) I'll get used to it, and b) there's no going back, in any case, so I may as well get used to it. The only person who actually said anything was a complimentary coworker: we chatted briefly on the way back from a meeting.
I guess that was enough to get used to it, because yesterday was the day of I Screwed This Up Somehow. The left side looks fine. It's the right that's causing me all the grief. As the dead skin flakes off, it's revealing a tattoo that's exceedingly patchy and not nearly as dark as I'd wanted. Did I do something wrong? Not moisturize it enough, moisturize it too much, leave it wrapped too long, not wrap it well enough? I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING AND THEREFORE MUST BE DOING IT WRONG.
Today I'm a bit calmer about the whole thing. The studio offers free touch-ups (as they bloody well should, at their prices) so once it's done healing I'll go back in and have it repaired. And maybe more of the ink will stay in place this time: I started noticing the 'patchy' on Satyrday, but was hoping it was just an artifact of the healing process.
At this point I'm reasonably happy with how it will eventually turn out. And with the technicolor cloud cover out my window.
Chip Delany, Part 2: The Miracle of Dhalgren. Pohl's whole blog is worth reading if you've any interest in the history of US SF in the twentieth century; this particular post is noteworthy for the people that show up in the comments.
Wednesday already. Where does the time go.
(Recap: on Friday I got a tattoo or two, depending on how one counts. It's a taijitu, empty half on the inside left wrist/forearm, dark half on the inside right wrist/forearm. Inspiration from UKL's "Light is the left hand of darkness, and darkness the right hand of light," among other things.)
I spent all weekend in the apartment, cleaning and doing chores and writing and generally Not Doing A Damn Thing unless I felt like it. There was de-Xmasing and vacuuming and cooking, but mostly there was lying on the couch reading or talking or mucking with the computer. Very pleasant.
Monday was my first day in public, and hence the day of regrets: how could I do this? It's Unprofessional. I'll be looked at funny, or given a Talking To, or fired. I made it through mostly by reminding myself that a) I'll get used to it, and b) there's no going back, in any case, so I may as well get used to it. The only person who actually said anything was a complimentary coworker: we chatted briefly on the way back from a meeting.
I guess that was enough to get used to it, because yesterday was the day of I Screwed This Up Somehow. The left side looks fine. It's the right that's causing me all the grief. As the dead skin flakes off, it's revealing a tattoo that's exceedingly patchy and not nearly as dark as I'd wanted. Did I do something wrong? Not moisturize it enough, moisturize it too much, leave it wrapped too long, not wrap it well enough? I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING AND THEREFORE MUST BE DOING IT WRONG.
Today I'm a bit calmer about the whole thing. The studio offers free touch-ups (as they bloody well should, at their prices) so once it's done healing I'll go back in and have it repaired. And maybe more of the ink will stay in place this time: I started noticing the 'patchy' on Satyrday, but was hoping it was just an artifact of the healing process.
At this point I'm reasonably happy with how it will eventually turn out. And with the technicolor cloud cover out my window.