Quote of the Day: “Surely there is something in the unfuffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts: the sight of the deep-blue sky, and the clustering of stars above, seem to impart a quiet to the mind.” – Jonathan Edwards

While I was at work today, a late-30’s-looking lady came in with a lot of tattoos.  She looked rather normal, boring, except for these tattoos.  She had a horseshoe with stars on her collarbone, words on one forearm and wrist, a whip and cowboy hat on her other forearm and wrist, and I’m sure many that I couldn’t see.  Usually whenever I see someone that age with such tattoos, he/she is ragged and crusty (yeah, that’s right, I said crust) and a biker or something.

Tattoos on “normal” people are getting soooo more common.  I’m not about to classify myself as “abnormal” . . . I don’t need to!  A lot of people complain, “Uurrgghh, people get tattoos because they think it makes them so badass!”  I agree that the tattoo-as-rebellion is not as common or powerful as it was before, well, now, but I don’t think that that is a bad thing.

More clean and professional tattoo parlors are opening in all different kinds of areas, more people are getting jobs as tattoo artists, and more people are taking the plunging needle.

Of course, with all this availability, people are getting some rather regrettable tattoos. HAHA, KIM + JOY!!

I hope that most of you are familiar with mine:

l_bc9bea80caec9fed13709246ae73df18.jpg Beatlestattoo picture by kleokriesel(left shoulder/arm)

tattoo1.jpg tattoo1 picture by kleokriesel(bad pic; right hip)

I’m thinking that I might want a small rabbit as my next one.  Rabbits are small (well, not that one) and cute and generally harmless, but they can teach you a helluva lesson when threatened or hurt.

But that won’t be for at least a year from now.  I don’t know where I would put it, just someplace else that can be easily hidden but wouldn’t be slut-tastic if I showed it off.  And probably not my back, I want to be able to see my tattoos.

I’m thinking that by the time I’m in my 60’s, I’ll be pretty heavily covered.  I’m in absolutely no rush.


Quote of the Day: “Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.  We need hours of ainless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.” – Maya Angelou

There is this guy who eats at Noodles & Company all the time.  We get plenty of regulars who always order the same thing, but this guy is pretty unique.  He always orders three Buttered Noodles with tofu and then another bowl of extra tofu.  He’s the Buttered Noodles + Tofu guy.  He’s really friendly and lets us know that he doesn’t think of us as sub-human (fortunately, most of our same-meal regulars are like that).

Beatles For Sale

Tonight, he asked me my favorite band while I was cleaning up in preparation for closing (this was about 9:45, we close at 10 on Friday nights).  I gladly rolled up my sleeve and told him The Beatles.  Impressed, he said that he has an “Instant Karma” tattoo.  We had a 45 minute long conversation about The Beatles!!!!  We were both impressed by each other’s knowledge.  What an awesome guy!

I will tell my story about The Beatles again.  I’ve told it many times before and I will tell it many times to come, I have no shame in teling it because it may help even one person (it has helped someone, in fact!  A scared, teenaged outcast who was worried that there was something wrong with him for finding more hope in graphic novels/comic books than in his religious school and dominating family):

I went to a terrible Catholic elementary school.  I received nearly no positive messages, encouragement, or unconditional love.  My main goal in life – set by my mom, teachers, administrators, babysitters, religious personnel, peers, and myself – was to be like everyone else. 

When I was 9, I fell down a stairway and landed on the bridge of my nose.  It didn’t break (well part of the bone moved around for a few years before fusing on the left side) or bleed, but there has been a bump on it ever since.  Some people say they can see it, others can’t, whatever.  Starting when I was 11 or 12, I was teased daily about it.  It was at that time I discovered the world of plastic surgery.

The combination of my exclusion, harassment, and general lack of hope made for one very depressed preteen.  I figured that I would either get rhinoplasty and finally attain samehood with my peers or just kill myself after failure.  The pop “culture” in which I immersed myself didn’t help much.

But then my 8th grade music teacher, Mr. Deweese, showed us the little booklet thing in the re-released Yellow Submarine soundtrack.  Intrigued by the artwork, I rented the movie.  Absolutely everything changed.

I had the courage to stand up for myself to to superiors and peers.  I learned to live with my appearance – in soph. year high school I finally accepted the fact that I’m not ugly (and then shortly after March’s drag show I learned that I’m pretty foxy) – and I spent the money I had saved up for rhinoplasty on Beatles memorabilia.  I was finally hearing positive messages about life, the world, myself.

Quote of the Day: “In the concert of nature it is hard to keep in tune with oneself if one is out of tune with everything else.” – George Santayana

Lauren and I went to the Milwaukee zoo today!! 

WE GOT TO PET STINGRAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!  Ok this is something I can cross off my list of Things To Do Before I Die (going to India, going to the British Isles, going to all 50 states – 16 down so far – , having kids, seeing Spamalot, and seeing Ringo in concert are left)

We also pet leapordsharks, but they weren’t as affectionate.  There were about 10-15 stingrays in a shallow pool.  The largest was about 1.5 feet wide, the smallest about 8 inches wide (not including their tails, they were about 2 inches shorter lengthwise).  The bigger ones weren’t that affectionate until some lady handed us food.  The small ones were SSOOOOOOOO snuggly!!  I know it’s difficult to imagine a stingray being snuggly, but they managed.  They opened their weird little mouths and rubbed up against our hands.   They were actually pretty soft; slimey too, but almost velveteen.

So we ended up buying STINGRAY stuffed animals . . . ❤

So STINGRAYS are pretty much the coolest things ever.  I need several as pets.  They eat shrimp so we can all feast together.

And no, there weren’t any worries about their tails.  In this picture right here (points immediately up), the little one on the left is the breed that was there.  Two or three were of the other kind on the bottom (I think those are the kind that killed Steve Irwin).  No signs, no messages, nothing.  But their tails were so small and away from their heads that there never was a problem.  I guess since you just reach down into this pool (24’x18′??) and there were employees making sure nobody actually went in, there couldn’t have been much of a threat.

My Cliks cd was supposed to come in the mail, at the earliest, today and it didn’t .  It’s supposed to come before 8/4, so 1 day down – . . . some other number to go.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Bftd59Jw-Fo if the vid doesn’t work

You were my Sun, you were my Earth
But you didn’t know all the ways I loved you, no
So you took a chance, made other plans
But I bet you didn’t think that they would come crashing down, no

You dont have to say what you did
I already know, I found out from her

Now its your turn to cry

Cry me a river

I am so glad that I found The Cliks – what, a week ago? – since they are helping me get by so much right now.  I just found out today that Kim cheated on me with Joy before she broke up with meShe won’t talk to me about it, so I’m pretty sure that Joy’s blog (where I found out) is right.  I’m not going to bother getting upset, she’s not worth it.  I’m mad, but I’m not throwing things or stuff like that.  I’m keeping cool and moving on.

The main reason why I asked your opinions on “good men” and “good women” in my previous entry is because Lucas Silveira, the singer, is a transgendered guy (biologically female, identifies as a man).  In “Nobody Else Will” he sings, “I just want to be a good man.”  From almost anyone else, I would be a little annoyed and question what that means (well I’ve done that, but I don’t question what he means).  But for a transgendered man to declare that is very powerful.  So powerful, in fact, that I’m working on a related painting!  And the other bandmembers are lesbians, which I think is awesome because there need to be more lesbians in popular music.

I’m going to see them in concert on 8/9 and I’m sooo excited.  Not only will I get to see this fantastic band helping me through a sour period, but there will be girls to meet roflmao!  I’m lame, I know . . .

I’m all excited and connected and their album hasn’t even come in the mail yet!  Yeay www.myspace.com/thecliks

What qualities would you use to describe a good man?

What qualities would you use to describe a good woman?

Are they different?


She Likes Cloth . . .

I’ll give cookies to whomever can tell me from where I got the title of this blog entry!

Quote of the Day: “Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of nature, bound by secret affinities to the trees.” – Dag Hammarskjold  . . . best name EVAR

A handful of you might remember a previous blog entry in which I was kinda weirded out that I actually liked contemporary fashion/music/etc.  This is Part 2!

Order lesbian magazine

While buying some things at Beans & Barley the other day, an independent + organic grocery store that I <3, I decided to grab an issue of “Curve,” a lesbian-culture magazine.  I had picked up a few copies before in the past few years and this was the 11th Annual Music Issue.  I bought it partly as a way to actually feel connected to the lesbian community since I’m apparently going through a dryspell (still lonely, more positive + active) and also because the bandmembers on the cover were really fun to look at . . .

I already knew about one of the featured musicians/bands, Boyskout (above).  I read a review of their Chicago concert this past winter . . . three days after the concert so I missed them :(.  And before I actually read this issue of “Curve” I found this pic (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/59658333/?qo=2&q=The+Cliks&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5) of the lead singer of The Cliks (transguy Lucas Silveira):

Seeing that pic and then a section of the magazine, I checked out The Cliks too.  I really like both Boyskout and The Cliks, both musically and politically.  I’ve listened to most of the other musicians/bands in “Curve” but meh.  I like a lot of them politically, such as Miss Undastood the Islamic rapper, and a lot of them are rather smexy . . . but that’s it, not musically. 

It is important to me to support the creators behind the music I like.  I’m more likely to buy a George Harrison album (or, in this case, Boyskout and The Cliks.  Yeay used cds on Amazon.com!) and have a burned Gwen Stefani album because I want to support George Harrison more.  George Harrison did so much and more good is being done in his name, Gwen Stefani just buys crap with that money she gets.

So here is another shameless band promotion:

Boyskout: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=2399522

The Cliks: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=15152043

So I guess it’s not that I’m weirded out that I’m actually enjoying contemporary music, I’m a little weirded out that I’ve actually gotten into contemporary music enough to search around within it.  A LOT of people, mostly older feminists, complain, “Oh there aren’t any women in emo/pop music,” now I can happily prove them wrong.  And, of course, the fact that lesbians and transgendered people are in these bands only make me want to support them more.  If American society was completely equal and just, I wouldn’t care; it is important for me to support them – partly because they are LGBT –  because they are doing a lot of work to pave the way to equality and justice.

I left my quote book upstairs and it’s too hot to go back to get it.

(Talking + hanging out) x my awesome friends = less depressed Katie!  When I get back from camping, I’ll try to get more pro-active with my time and spend it with people I enjoy.  And if they don’t want to be around me, they can just say no!


I didn’t blog about it on the 7th because . . . I was really emo . . .

ehehehe I ❤ him, he’s a puppy

And now to go camping!  I’ll be back Wednesday night