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This is Hank.

8/29/2016

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PicturePhoto by JJ Ohlinger
He came to rest on my shoulder on Monday, July 25th.

It's as if he has always been there.

I didn't plan for this to happen, but I've been almost protective of him since I got him. I haven't shown him to everyone, I haven't talked about him, I haven't shared his picture. He's like a little secret that's meant only for me and it almost seems wrong to let anyone else in on the secret. 

You see, Hank was born with a purpose. 

He exists because I needed a reminder to write and that if I don't, death won't wait for me to fulfill my dream. Death is coming for me. Perhaps not soon, but he's coming. I have consistently held my writing close to me and felt the most comfort in sharing it with strangers. As I think about why I have kept Hank covered, I liken it to the reason why I've kept my writing to myself. It's intensely personal and intimate and private. 

I got my first tattoo when I turned 18 and I was hooked before the needle even penetrated my flesh. I’ve wanted to start a sleeve for several years, but I wanted the “anchor” of the sleeve to be significant. I knew that I would look at it every day even before my eyes fully open and therefore that precious piece of skin would need to be considered with great care. It needed to have a purpose.

When one of my favorite artists evolved into a tattoo artist, I was ecstatic to discover that his talent with a brush, pen, pencil, and camera, extended to a tattoo machine. I realized that having the tattoo that everyone else has (see Pinterest) was the LAST thing I wanted. Something that I learned after getting to know JJ and his wife, Darlene, (and through personal experience) is that the best way to make bad art is to tell the artist exactly what to do and how to do it and control every aspect of the creative process so as to make something shitty that everyone in the entire world has already seen and shat all over. 

I asked JJ to create something that would remind me to write. I got so much more than I bargained for. You might know that my calling is to write, but laziness (as my late writing professor, Peter Christopher, would say “eating cookies”) has gotten in the way. Some days, when I don’t touch pen to paper, I am literally sick to my stomach at the egregious waste of time.

Initially, I sent him an email with a few small things I had in mind, then we had a conversation about the piece that lasted less than 4 minutes. 

I arrived in Mauldin, South Carolina right on time and walked into the shop. He presented me with the drawing and watched my face. The size of the skull was the first thing that I saw, but next, I saw the little bee, and then the crown of leaves, the heart, the inkwell that would eventually peek out from the sleeve of a t-shirt, and then the soft feathers of the quill. I admit that the skull looked ominous at first and I feared that it would be too big, too tough for me. A few minutes later, he laid the stencil over my arm and it looked enormous, too large for my too large arm. If I didn't have to hide it for work, I probably would have went for it, knowing full well that a larger tattoo is generally better than one that's just a hair too small. I asked him to take it down just a little bit and a few minutes later, he laid the paper over my arm and without hesitation, I said, "yes." He went back to the computer and printed out the stencil and placed it on my arm. "Yes."

I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a bit of a masochist, so the pain didn't bother me, nor was it something I was afraid of--full disclosure: I was kinda looking forward to it. The pain serves a purpose and therefore it is easy to withstand. I was more concerned about passing out on him due to the fact that I hadn't eaten. He assured me that we would eat. My head took a few spins when I got settled in the chair and the vibration of the machine began to hum, but I settled in and relaxed, even threatening to fall asleep.

We ate mixed berry crumble pie and drank beer and it was the best lunch I've had in a long time. 

We discussed how the tattoo would look in its final state throughout the process and it was truly an experience. 

As he got closer to finishing and I began to dread the end of this amazing day, without looking up and as I gazed up at the ceiling, he said, "Thanks for letting me do this."

My head whipped around to him and I studied his eyelashes for a few moments before saying, "Thank YOU, JJ. This has been an incredible day."

He continued in silence and for that I was thankful because the lump rising in my throat would have forced me to choke on any words I would need to use to respond. Nothing I could say would convey how thankful I was at that moment anyway.

He told me things that only another creative person seeking their "spot" would understand. And, as I thought about what I know about his creative history, he didn't sit back and wait for it to happen. He didn't get some magical tattoo that would suddenly open up his place in the world--he tried different things, hoping to find the place where his creative heart could soar and he could share his art with people who could appreciate it.

A month later, Hank is serving his purpose of reminding me of my mortality and how little time I have left to make something of the life I have. It's not a magical tattoo in the sense that I'm suddenly a brilliant writer about to stumble upon hundreds of thousands of dollars, but it IS magical that I have a reminder of such an important day in my life that I carry on my skin, in my flesh. 

It's like he's always been there, sitting on my shoulder. I can't imagine my life without him and photos that show that bare arm bring me closer to the screen, thinking, "How did he just get here?"

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The Insanely Annoying Process of Blow Drying My Hair

1/20/2015

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Rats' Nest
No one else wants to talk about it, so it's high time that I did.
After a decade of doing this shit day after day, I'm pissed off.

There are tons of blogs and even whole websites dedicated to NOT washing or drying your hair. Women hate doing it so much that businesses have opened just TO.DRY.HAIR. They all have naughty names too, like "BLOW BAR". I'm not kidding. Some of them even come to your home.

If someone with a penis is reading this, they're probably saying, "I don't get it. Don't do it then."

Yeah... As a woman whose hair is confused (I mean, seriously, look at this rats' nest...),

that's just not possible.

When I don't blow dry it, sometimes it curls properly, keeps it's shine, and I manage to keep my goddamn hands out of it so it doesn't frizz up like some kind of fuzzy nightmare. But that's rare, really. 

When I do blow dry it, I have a maximum of 24 hours to enjoy it's silkiness--unless it's raining, which means that my hair will take on the look it had when I was about 7 and my mom chased me around with a brush screaming, "Come here, you stringy-headed, ragamuffin!"

Wait--she didn't exactly do that, but she did chase me with a brush and call me a ragamuffin... 

Anyway.....

So that you can feel my pain, here is the RIDICULOUS process that I go through for straight hair....which is stupid because I only get compliments on it when it's an insane mess.

1. Comb hair with wide tooth comb. Must be wide tooth--not like the one your dad used to carry in his back pocket and then run over with the lawnmower. Or was that just my dad?

2. Wash hair.
     Important notes:
     - Only apply shampoo to top of head--shampooing ends leads to (ack!) dry hair.
     - Rinse shampoo thoroughly to avoid scratching your scalp like a mental patient.
   - Apply approximately 3 cups of conditioner only to ends of hair--too much conditioner leads to greasy homeless person hair.
     - Clip hair full of greasy conditioner to top of head for duration of shower--don't let hot water touch it.
     - Once shower is complete, turn water to cold and hold on to your nipples as they might pop off.
     - Rinse hair in cold water to avoid split ends. Try not to squeal or cry while freezing to death.
     - Exit shower and dry hair with a very old Aquis towel or even older t-shirt. The rumor is that this prevents frizz, and all of us frizzy headed bitches prefer to stay on the safe side.

3. Release hair from t-shirt, but do not touch. Attempt to apply lotion to upper body without dragging hair across greasy skin creating homeless person hair instantly.

((((This is the time to take an intermission if I have the luxury in which to do so. I cool off, have a drink, kiss my hubs, and check Facebook while my hair gets halfway dry, therein cutting my drying and sweating time in half.))))

4. Apply thermal styling gunk. This protects the hair from the eleventy-billion degree heat of the hair dryer.

5. Comb hair with wide tooth comb to evenly distribute gunk.

6. If I'm feeling awake and sassy, here's where I would apply Root Pump. I always feel sassy, but I rarely feel awake when I'm doing my hair, so I tend to skip the Pump.

7. Like finding a needle in a 40 ton haystack, separate bangs from rest of hair so you can dry them separately.

8. Kick self and swear a lot for choosing to have bangs--even though you think they make you look sexy--and no one even noticed them.

((((If this is a weekday and hubs is still asleep, now is when I transfer this operation to a bathroom on the other side of the house, carrying half the bathroom, my cell phone, and some water.))))

9. Turn on curling iron to eleventy-billion degrees to preheat. 

10. Hate self for having hair.

11. Use round brush to dry bangs, but be careful not to curl them--curled bangs are not cute.

12. File away round brush with million other hair goodies and find paddle brush in drawer filled with 8 pairs of sunglasses, toothpaste, headbands that I don't wear, and chopsticks that I don't eat with.

13. Begin to patiently dry hair with paddle brush and commence sweating.

14. When sweating becomes totally overwhelming, dry hair quickly and angrily, hoping to pull out hair so you don't have to dry it.

15. When hair is dry, apply Magic Spray. I can't remember the name, so don't ask.

16. Hit hair with the dryer one more time to smooth everything out and attempt to look semi-normal.

17. Admire ridiculously long hair in mirror and lean head back until hair tickles butt crack. Giggle.

18. Allow hair to "cool" for approximately 10 minutes. This is usually when I apply my makeup, utilizing the fine layer of sweat that has accumulated on my brow as moisturizer.

19. Apply teensy bit of thermal styling gunk for fear that your hair will turn into dust if you don't.

20. Use insanely hot curling iron to straighten hair. Yes, I know that sounds counterproductive, but it works, Dammit.

21. Because my ends look like a nightmare, gather all hair into a single bundle and curl for 20 seconds, 40 if you forget what you're doing and try to multi-task while curling.

22. Look in mirror, swear a bit, and tell yourself that this is the best it's going to get.

23. Lie down and take a nap--you've earned it.

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