It’s hilarious when people get tattoos that have deep rooted historical meaning, don’t you think? I’d much rather they get a freakin chicken / pig tattoo than a trendy-ass bird or star tattoo.
Sailors were the first to return tattooing to Europe. They were some of the last people to retain their magical ideaology of tattooing. From the 1600’s to the Second World War, sailors tattooed a chicken on one foot and a pig on the other, as a charm against drowning. In the Big WWII, this was augmented with a new charm against drowning, twin propellers, on your rear end, to propel you to shore. When he had five thousand sea miles under his belt, a sailor recieved a bluebird on his chest. When he doubled the mileage, he got a second bluebird. A clothesline with skivvies and girl’s stockings represented a second cruise. When a sailor crossed the equator, he could get Neptune tattooed on his leg. A hula girl tattoo meant that he had been to Honolulu, and a sailor crossed the international dateline to earn the right to wear a dragon.
The common nautical star that most are familiar with (red and black) has a counter part that is green and black. the colour red is used to represent the port side (left) and green is used to represent the starboard (right.)
The Courier Laptop Messenger Bag goddamn, I need an expensive laptop bag like I need a hole in the head. Ok then, here’s the one I got: 
First class has been cancelled today, wheee. Week is going good so far. People are starting to get more interested in the Community Center project, and I plan on honing in on a core group by next wednesday. It’s the grand experiment if I ever saw one… you know with the interaction of people who don’t normally work closely with others, for a greater cause, etc. I still feel awkward being in somewhat of a leadership position, but I think I’m getting better at it. Still need to work on the organization of my talking and thoughts. I’m still like a diarrhea of the mouth when it comes to ideas. I need to make sure I mail out the packages I need to and double check my grad status with the Bursar’s office. It’s one of those things that makes me feel old, graduation.
This weekend should be good as I don’t have any plans. I’d like to be chill and hang with whomever… any takers?
Just in case you were wondering, work is alot more fun when you’re listening to the Beach Boys’ ‘Friends & 20/20′ album.
I should get on the ball and mail some stuff out that I’ve been needing to for some time. I like the post office, but am seriously lacking in my abilities to get to the post office when I should.
Aweesomest art ever: Pride in Workmanship Stoned weekend, yay.
