Rousseau On My Arm

Odds are that I shouldn’t have gotten some Rousseau tattooed on my lower forearm. But, what can I say? I very much enjoy getting tattooed. And this quote is amongst my favorites ever about politics. Makes sense, doesn’t it?

I’m headed to some sort of tattooing convention in October as a client of my friend Eric. He’ll be starting, and potentially finishing, a spiny lobster on my lower right leg, prey for my octopus. This strikes me as an expansion of my interest in tattooing. I’ll be getting inked in front of strangers, and for a very long period of time. If nothing else, this will certainly be interesting.

Of course, there will probably be professional ramifications for my apparent irresponsibility. I’m going to have to be extra careful when attending meetings and interviews - I won’t be able to go south of long sleeves, or anywhere near my feet. I suppose I should be worried. My parents will no doubt give me a doubting glance. But I maintain the following: I don’t want to work for people who don’t want me, for whatever reason. If that means that tattooing scares them off, so be it.