Monthly Archives: January 2008

Decisions, decisions, decisions…

For the past eleven years (not counting a two year hiatus six years ago) I have worked a very corporate, very full-time day job. For the last two years, I have also worked a very part-time tattoo “career”.

I want to leave the corporate day job to pursue my art career full-time. But, there is the consistent paycheck and the medical insurance that it provides that I have a hard time mentally giving up. Being self-employed, as is the case of my tattoo career, is highly risky and very unreliable as far as steady income goes. And don’t even get me started on the cost of health insurance for the self-employed.

I am very thankful that I have the ability to do something for myself. I am just scared to break free from the reliability the corporate job offers…. Decisions, decisions.

Until next time...
Erik

Chlorine

I seem to have mostly gotten over whatever it was that was getting me ill. Still coughing a little here and there, but for the most part I am good to go. I even went drinking with my buddy Thursday night after playing poker for a few hours. We stayed out drinking until about 2:30 in the morning and I was really tired the next day at work. Hell—I may have still been burning alcohol at that point. I think I may have made my body so uninhabitable that the illness fled in horror?

Looks like I have a busy day today at work—a couple of appointments at the tattoo shop and then any walk-ins as well. That should keep me out of trouble for the most part.

In other news: why is this so sexy?

Until next time...
Erik

The Stairs

Being ill makes me ponder things. Not sure why…

Ever since “X” came out in 1990, this song has always bubbled back into my brain over and over.

“The Stairs” by INXS.

In a room above a busy street,
the echoes of a life.
The fragments and the accidents
separated by incidents

Listen to the walls,
we share the same spaces.
Repeated in the corridors
performing the same movements.

Storey to storey,
building to building,
street to street
we pass each other.

Storey to storey,
building to building,
street to street,
we pass each other.

Listen to the walls,
we share the same spaces.
Repeated in the corridors,
performing the same movements.

The nature of your tragedy
is chained around your neck.
Do you lead or are you lead?
Are you sure that you don’t care?

There are reasons here to give your life
and follow in your way.
The passion lives to keep your faith
though all are different, all are great.

Climbing as we fall
we dare to hold on to our fate,
and steal away our destiny
to catch ourselves with quiet grace.

Storey to storey,
building to building,
street to street,
we pass each other on the stairs.

Listen to the walls,
we share the same spaces.
Repeated in the corridors,
performing the same movements.

Storey to storey,
building to building,
street to street,
we pass each other on the stairs.

Until next time...
Erik