No Chaser

Lit Ink

Lots of people are sharing their literary tattoos on the blog Contrariwise.  I have to say I rather like the typewriter-like typefaces. 

Lots of Vonnegut, which I've never read but probably should.  Lots of Plath and Cummings, which I have read.  One person has the last lines of Ulysses, which I also thought of getting at one point, but opted for a different line from a different chapter.

Lots of nicely placed tattoos.  Some around the collarbone, which I was considering for my next one (most likely a Natalie Barney quote), but I don't love the way most of them look, except this one (which appears to be on a lovely FTM body).  So, anyway, maybe somewhere else.

And, from this site, I found Braille Tattoos.  So cool!

posted by: NoChaser at July 17, 2008 11:58 | link | comments |

I guess it's finally summer

Summer comes in fits and starts in Seattle.  You'll get some really hot weather as early as April, but the clouds and showers inevitably reinforce the fact that you still live in the Northwest. 

Last weekend was really hot, so hot I had to run through the Seattle Center fountain before I could find the energy to trudge back to the car and get on with my afternoon.  I, like the other hundreds of people in the fountain, got drenched.  And, it was so hot, that I was pretty much dry within ten minutes. 

The last few days have been saner.  70s.  A bit overcast, but still nice enough on the fourth for us to be outside around a firepit until midnight, nice enough for me to go swimming in the lake last Wednesday, nice enough to sit in the park picnicking and listening to Hawaiian music last night for several hours. 

Of all these quite summery activities, I have to say that swimming in the lake most effectively marks summer for me.  There's something really wonderful about open-water swimming, and unless you are one of those polar bear people, the only time you can really enjoy it is summer. 

I love getting super hot in the sun and then wading into the cool lake, slowly getting accustomed to the chill.  I usually wait to get the water on my chest.  It's the hardest part.  I always imagine that my heart will grow icy, and even though immersion in the cold always threatens to solidify that core organ, it never does.  My chest stays warm, my blood remains fluid, my heart keeps beating.  And, as I swim out farther and farther into the open water, my body warms up, my heart feels strong, and and I feel quite limitless.

posted by: NoChaser at July 06, 2008 12:40 | link | comments |