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(By the way, my favorite drawing of the year is at the bottom of this post.)

Fw: Waiting for photos…

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—–Original Message—–
From: faithrhyne@gmail.com
Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 02:38:51
To: <___________@gmail.com>
Subject: Waiting for photos…

Waiting…

Waiting…

Really, _________. Thanks. I’ve always wanted to be your friend.

If not coffee, then facebook. Well, maybe coffee, too?

Real life friends are good, too.

FRR
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I unfortunately do not know how to link this site to the facebook site. I really sort of suck at this. However, I can claim d.i.y. – ness in a major way. My sloppy edges confirm that I pretty much taught myself everything I know that’s worth knowing. Yeah, these are my impetuous renaissance days. Here are some of the drawings of the past few days. I like them. There is a little ugliness in them. And so they seem brave to me. I dunno why.

Here are my succinct efforts to take note of too many ideas:

Re: Chickens

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Maybe I ought finally learn to write an essay. I wouldn’t mind being an essayist. What an odd word. Slippery but with edges that seem sharp. Sort of like a sea purse. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:46 PM Really. Perhaps good is better said with less. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:45 PM Brevity. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:45 PM The connection between perceived mental illness, creativity, and hormones. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:43 PM Also, my brain being like a particle accelerator sometimes. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:41 PM Also, connected earlobes. And why I might like them so dang much. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:31 PM And also, wanting a pen pal. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:29 PM These are all things I need to say more about. ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:27 PM Perhaps my true media is not drawing or writing or singing or dancing or painting or banjo-playing or sculpture building or any of that? Perhaps my medium is far-fetched notions and beautiful beginnings? ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Re: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:25 PM Stingray egg cases and horsheshoe crabs. Is the girl tiny and the sea purse huge? Or is it vice versa? ——Original Message—— From: Me To: Me ReplyTo: Me Subject: Chickens Sent: Jan 21, 2010 5:21 PM Are seriously taking over. What was I thinking? Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

I am such a ridiculous sort of person sometimes. Here is another select email to myself:

Re: Sex (HA!)

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What was I talking about? The subject line says “Sex.”
After I got back to the office, I received reports of noontime pole dancing in front of the Vance Monument. Apparently, a lady – hoping to drum up business for her pole dancing fitness and spirituality program – set up a mobile pole and performed remarkable feats of gravity-defying sexuality while clad in a patchwork hippie dress and a g-string.

From: Me
To: Me
ReplyTo: Me
Subject: Sex
Sent: Jan 19, 2010 6:10 PM

Today I taught eighth graders about the importance of healthy relationships, the microscopy of spermatozoa, intricacies of menstruation, and the dangers of impulsive brains combined with instantaneous technology.

Meaning I taught our museum’s 8th grade outreach program.

It was, as usual a delightful and interesting experience. I really do like young people. They find me odd, I think. I look sort of cool, and yet I talk like a fuddy-duddy. If I didn’t have visible tattoos, I would probably dress like a mildly conservative middle-aged woman. But, permanency in the form of blue roses and wings – well, these things have a way of locking you into a style. I have several tattoos that are two and three generation cover-ups.

Oh, I remember what I was thinking! That maybe a mess of blue floral would cover my arm, my hand. That maybe it could cover the vestiges of the tattoos partially removed. My very first tattoo – on the fleshy part of my thumb knuckle area – that ever convenient spot on which to tattoo yourself with a sewing needle and india ink when you’re a fifteen year old girl in the woods in south Georgia. What I thought was the Chinese character for peace (it wasn’t). The cheap home machine swirly things that snaked onto my wrist. Awful guy in an apartment in Huntsville, Alabama.

I almost liked those, just because someone else loved them so much. The greatest fan of my worst tattoos.

It’s funny how many legendarily bad tattoos I have seen. Punk rock tattoos, homeless kid tattoos, hippie tattoos, jock tattoos. That’s the thing with having tattoos on my hands – people always want to see my tattoos and always want to show me theirs. The “real” tattoo people don’t bother with me. The only tattoo they ever bother with is the one on my back. It’s pretty big. Massive, actually. And very black. Nate Hudson started it, (RIP in peace Nate) and seven years later (a long time to have an unfinished tattoo) – Danny Reed excellently finished it in almost no time flat. Remarkable what closure – really, that’s what it was – those two two-hour sittings brought me. And I thought it’d take 10. Maybe I’d have done it sooner had I known.

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