New Year, New Resolutions.
I'm not sure I updated this blog at all in 2009.
It was a weird year. My relationship with Claire grew and evolved and is currently as strong as tungsten; my folks moved to NJ so they could be closer to Bob and I and on the whole things should have been great. That said... 2009 was a ballbreaker on every other front and I'm glad it's over.
My resolution this year was to dive into charcuterie. Three days into 2010 and I've already started. Claire and I are curing a duck breast, prosciutto style.
We'll see how it goes.
29 November 2008
"the Alpha and the Omega of Whom alone the end becomes beginning, and ends again at the original beginning without any break"
I don't want to get tattooed anymore.
I just want to BE tattooed now. Finished. The whole kit-and-kaboodle done. I've been getting tattooed for 19 years. I spent the first few years just getting little things here and there; foolishly taking up valuable real estate with dumb little trinkets that have since been removed and covered up instead of planning out larger pieces. No regrets of course- but man I wish I would have just knuckled down when I was younger and took care of the big spots- ribs, inner thighs- that now need to be filled in.
Despite the culture of LA/Miami Inked- where every tattoo has a story and they never hurt... this stuff kills. Seriously. Not just the tattooing, but the healing.
Note to self- put it in your will that if you get in a coma you want Bruehl to come in and finish everything up.