My kind of gift, my kind of folks.

Adam arrived yesterday for his monthly stay at Louderhorn Inn.

He's helping us piece together the Japan trip that Meryl and I are taking in January.
We buy the plane tickets tonight, and then get to figure out our staying arrangements over the next couple months.
Have any good ideas for us (two vegans who don't speak Japanese) ?
We could use some advice.

I was going to start my day with the New York Times and my morning can of Dr Pepper,
and when I went outside to grab it,
I found this epic shoulder blade leaning up against the porch.
This wasn't a special treat from the paperboy.
Or a Blair Witch Project style wake up gift.

Ryan was at my house bright and early, picking up Adam to take him to a dirtmobiling competition.
(we have joint custody when Adam is in town, and Saturday is Ryan's day).
And he dropped off this large mammal scapula that he found somewhere on his trip out to LA.
Thanks, dude.



I think we need a new service in this post-milkman age.
There's stories on NPR about niche dairy farmers trying to resurrect the delivery of a cold bottle of cow stuff every morning.
But how great would it be if for a few bucks someone dropped off things we wanted every morning?
I want a tin box full of awesome every morning.
Berries, bones, pinecones, asparagus,
screenprints, paper dolls.
I'd subscribe to that.

niner, niner, niner

09.09.09

Did you have a numerically fantastic day?

I know where I was right when the triple nines clicked into place at the stroke of midnight...
...about 10 feet away from the very naked lead singer of the Knotwells.
Full frontal male nudity, kids.
(for at least 5 songs)

I had two tattoos planned for the day,
the first of which was doing a "background" for a tribal outline.
We got through as much rib hating action as he could possibly stand, and we'll save the rest for another day.
No point in using up all of the fun at once.
Better to spread it out.
I mean, the tribal outline (done by someone else) has already been there a year.
Anyway, I liked this skull, and decided to share.



Next, Arielle just turned 18 this week, and got her first tattoo to celebrate.
She sat like a champ, and we had lots of time to talk about naked punk rock singers and framed boob skin.

I guess ten years ago I was 18 and got my first tattoo.
She just has much better tastes in subject matter (and tattoo artists. haha)



Also, this art show is happening Saturday, September 26th.
I'll be there from 8:30-midnight.
Come stop by.

I didn't RSVP to the invite in time to make the flyer, but I will have two (previously seen) pieces showing.
That's a nice collection of MPLS tattoo artists, and I'm happy to have been asked to participate.