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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Think Ink!

In response to some blog conversations started by my good pals Big Dubya & Chocolate Makes it Better, today's post is a celebration of ink.

Mr BigDubya is collating examples of tatts from some fellow bloggers, and I've contributed pics to the effort, but I thought I'd write a bit of an explanation here.

Even though I started late (I got my first tat when I was 34 or 35), I love tattoos. I intend on getting more - even though this has been the source of some debate between my lovely wife & I.

Here are most of my five tattoos:










On my left shoulder blade: the Hindu symbol for "Om", the representation of Brahman; life, the universe, everything. I got this tat on the day of my Buck's party. My wife has one on her shoulder, and I wanted to get one to match hers, and to sort of say that to me, she is everything.

On my left shoulder: the Kanji symbol for Happiness (koufuku). I got this shortly after I learned that we were going to have a baby; I needed to immortalise the happiness I was feeling at the time; it will always symbolise the joy that my daughter has brought to my life.

Below that: a shamrock. I got this a few weeks after my younger brother killed himself. We come from an Irish family - both of our parents were from the old country, and we lived in an Irish neighborhood in Chicago, and our heritage was always very important in our family. Years ago, Mick & I decided one night that we were going to get shamrock tattoos, so we found this place not too far from where we were drinking, but they wouldn't let us get inked, as it was about 4:00 in the morning and we were completely hammered. So after he died, I got the tat that I would've gotten with him.












On my left calf: the Southern Cross (Crux Australis), probably the most important constellation in the southern hemisphere (it points to the south pole, serving the same role to navigators as Polaris does in the north). It is also a symbol for Australia (it features on the Australian flag). I got this tattoo on the same day as 8 of my mates. One of my best friends was going on an extended trip overseas, and she wanted to get the Cross tattoo before she left - I suppose to make sure no one confused her for a Pom. When she told us of her plan, everyone said "me too!", and we descended on the tattoo parlor en masse. To me, this will always symbolise mateship - one of the most important characteristics of Australian culture - and my love of my adoptive country.

I've got another on my right shoulder (it's clearly visible on my fishing post), the Chinese symbol for "Fu", or good luck, as a memento of the years I lived in Hong Kong, and because I've got a very lucky life. And like I said - I intend on getting more....they're like eating potato chips - you can't just stop at one or two!

Monday, February 12, 2007

My life, she is a beach...


We just got back from a week in beautiful Byron Bay, NSW. I was hoping for a nice relaxing getaway with a few friends and the fam, but I ended up on the phone with work half a dozen times each day, and even ended up driving back home one night (2 hours each way) to make some updates to a stupid business case I've been working on. Sigh.
Luckily the cutest little girl in the history of little girls sort of made everything better. She's just started to really appreciate going to the beach, collecting shells, making sandcastles (or more accurately, letting Daddy make sandcastles and then sitting on them)....
Her vocabulary has totally exploded, too, which made the trip that much more interesting. She can recite her ABC's, and count to ten, and she made it her personal mission to say "Hello!" to every person in town (including topless chicks sunbathing...thanks, honey!!).
The work thing aside, it was a really nice time. I got caught up on my reading (The Life of Pi, for my bookclub), spent some quality drinking time with some of my best friends, paid a visit to the bazillion-dollar racehorse farm owned by one of my ex-bosses, had several deep & meaningful (not-related-to-daycare-or-budget) conversations with my lovely wife, and of course, spend hours and hours doing silly things with Yoyo. Or as she likes to call herself these days, "Cheeky Monkey".
I got back to work today, and loudly complained about how irritating it was to be constantly bothered by work crap while I was on holiday (as if anyone will listen). Next time I'm leaving the phone at home.
Hope you are well!