Sunday, April 25, 2010
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.
JACK LONDON, 1883
Since I was about 17, I've been dying for a tattoo. However, my mother (who made me take out my RIDICULOUSLY cute nose ring out when she saw it) would kill me. I've figured out exactly what I want though-- a peacock feather. The symbol of beauty, vanity, immortality and glory. Peacocks are the patron bird of the Greek goddess Hera, who placed eyes on their feathers to ward off omens and to show the peacock's wisdom. Fitting, huh? I will probably get it on the arch of my foot, if I ever get one. But I sketched one out on my wrist today, and it looks really cool there. I'll probably wuss out though... Needles are not my friends.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Dinner tonight was amazing. I cooked pork and asparagus stir fry (side of pickled ginger soaked in fish and soy sauce). It was good, but the pork was a bit overcooked.
Spent money on Rolling Stone and Spin today. I have decided that I want to write for a magazine. I like writing for the DT, but an internship with the RS? Dream job.
The current question is whether to do Principles of Journalism homework or read them... very tough decision.
And if anyone is wondering where the title of my blog came from, go listen to "Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan. One of my absolute favorites.