Yesterday my wife and I bought tattoos for each other for our birthdays. Mine was a few months ago, but we had to move and all that at the time so we didn't have any money. The tattoo artist, Cynnamon at Kustom Culture in Talmadge, drew her rendition of Moby Dick for me, and, I must say, she did an amazing job! I will definitely go back to her for future projects. :-)
Moby Dick has significance for me on a few levels: first, I am a hug fan of Melville and have read and studied most of his books; I am also writing about Israel Potter: His Fifty Years of Solitude for my thesis. Second, and probably more significantly, I have finally harpooned my white whale: I have finished this first novel, Out in the Garage, and I promised myself that if I finished it I would get a tattoo as a memento of the occasion. I released the book for sale last week.
Anyways, my arm is still a little achy, and it's red still from the trauma of the tattooing process, but I am glad that I did it. While I am only a DIY operation, it does mean a lot to me, and I hope that this tattoo helps me mentally switch gears and continue plowing ahead. Before I know it, this will all be over, and I don't want to have any regrets. As the Flea sings in the Red Hot Chili Peppers song, "Deep Kick", "But the Butthole Surfers said, 'it's better to regret something you did do, than something you didn't do.'" I agree with both him and Gibby Haynes. It is far better.
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