Lakeshore

Writer, Professional, Good — John Scalzi on what it means to be a writer. An excellent piece, even by his usual high standards.

Angered, Disturbed or Frightened: Can't Tell — jimvanpelt on aging and authors.

We're filling up! — If you're interested in the Cascade Writers conference this coming summer, they're almost full.

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

Lone Wolf Commands a Following — A wolf in California. (Thanks to Dad.)

Roadside Dinosaurs — Mmm, pop culture.

The science and engineering behind Lego Man’s balloon voyage

Banks Taketh, but Don’t Giveth

?otd: Oversleep much?

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1/29/2012
Writing time yesterday: 1.25 hours (Sunspin revisions)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 9.75 (solid)
Weight: 226.0
Currently reading: The Man in the Moone, and Other Lunar Fantasies ed. Faith Pizor

Your Sunday moment of zen.



Coastline near Crescent City, CA. © 2007, 2012, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.



This work by Joseph E. Lake, Jr. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.

Yesterday I went to get my cancer scoreboard tattoos refreshed, accompanied by mlerules, who took photos. This is a follow up on last year's ink session, adding a new one of each icon series to commemorate my 2012 chemo and surgery experiences. (See here [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ] for the original discussion of the tattoo process, along with photos.)

I am still debating whether to get the tattoo on the back of my skull. I don't have any philosophical objection to what I've been considering, I'm just trying to decide how big a pain wimp I am. You'd think after all the surgeries, I'd be accustomed to this.

Anyway, some photos…


The Sea Tramp Tattoo shop its own self.


Me filling out the "I'm not drunk" release form.


Tattoo artist Eric Quale gearing up.


Me getting the ink.


The new ink, specifically the rightmost biohazard and zodiacal cancer icons.

As usual, more at the Flickr set.

Photos © 2012 Emily Siskin, reproduced with permission.

I slept 9.75 hours last night. Was out visiting a friend yesterday evening when a wave of severe fatigue hit me, so I headed home, talked with the_child for a while, then went to bed early and slept late. Way late.

Thankfully, this is Sunday and I am not heavily committed. Some work time on Sunspin, several errands, some homework time with the_child, but it's all reasonably flexible.

Still, I'm wondering why. I finally got my sleep time dialed down to something within shouting distance of normal for me. I assume this is one of those 'bubbles', like I get after surgery, where for a day or so I revert to an earlier, weaker state. Grr. Wants our momentum, we does, preciousss.