Analog

This post is about a lot of things: life changes, changes in taste, and the flack I feel like I'll get for the spelling of the title.  For the record, Merriam-Webster's says "straight-laced" is an acceptable alternative for "strait-laced." In 2001, I was playing around with the idea of taking over a tattoo parlor.  This is an odd idea, considering I didn't have any tattoos and was timid about the idea of putting something permanent on my skin.  However, I'd created a cartoon character five years earlier who embodied my idea of an artist; he had an earring. A 1995 depiction of "Sketch" from my comic strip, Komix. So instead of getting a tattoo, I'd thought I'd try out the piercing side of things.  The guy I was studying didn't like piercing guns, he basically used a sharp nail.  After a powerful hot flash, I never got any other piercings.  Though, I did take out the original to occasionally replace it with another.  Then

The morning sun in my window. One of the main problems I've faced since graduating college is getting a good night of sleep.  This was particularly difficult once I started working at night.  Sleeping during the day was extremely difficult for me, especially after using a nasal steroid for my allergies.  There's nothing like extreme summer heat and heart-racing medication to ruin your sleep pattern.  So you'd think going back to days would improve my rest ... right?  Sort of. I think part of the reason I didn't snap back right away was that my new day job doesn't have any windows.  When your workplace setting could just as easily be in outer space as underground, there's not much opportunity for your brain to realize that it's either day or night.  I'd gotten used to sleeping with heavy curtains, but now think leaving the blinds louvered just enough for early morning light. So with my sunlit brain now online, I'm hoping this is the start of s

I resolve to express myself more in 2012.