Carpa e Dragão, São Paulo

"Queria Saber qual o valor para fazer uma tatuagem cobrindo a perna toda, do joelho até o fim da canela.São dois desenhos e uma letra, queria misturar os dois desenhos que vi e gostei; é uma carpa, um dragão e uma letra japonesa significado sabedoria .

Seria essa carpa da primeira foto a carpa vermelha e seus detalhes e esse Dragão azul da segunda foto. Nessas mesmas cores, queria esses dois desenhos juntos como está no braço desse rapaz da terceira foto o dragão, a carpa e a letra, mas queria na perna.Queria saber o preço, se puderem me responder o mais rápido possível, pretendia começar em janeiro de 2011, e queria saber o melhor lugar para fazer .Moro em São Paulo Capital-Zona Sul
Obrigado desde já. "

Genival: geni.adidas@gmail.com

  

Feliz Natal

Desejamos um feliz natal com muita paz, saúde e claro uma tatuagem nova a todos os leitores e participantes do A Tattoo.

Osirus Tattoo

Meu nome é Thiago Gomes e sou tatuador no estúdio Osirus Tattoo localizado em Belo Horizonte MG. Tatuo desde 1996 e tenho influências de artistas, tatuadores e desenhistas da época, venho através desse divulgar meus trabalhos neste conceituado site. Obrigado!

Osirus Tattoo 

Endereço: Rua São Paulo, 279, Centro, Belo Horizonte
Telefone: 3201 17 74E-mail: toratattoo@hotmail.com

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Águia, Rio de Janeiro

"Boa tarde,

Vi o anuncio de vocês no Nova America e entrei no site achei muito bom todo o conteúdo. Curso desenho industrial na Gama Filho, faço alguns rabiscos mas não tenho nenhuma tatuagem. Eu fiz o desenho a baixo a uns dias atrás inspirado em uma outra tatuagem queria saber quanto ficaria.
Seria na panturrila com uns 25cm x 20cm. Por ser meu desenho eu sei que tem algumas imperfeições. Tirando esses erros ela seria desse jeito, toda preta.

Me interesso muito por esse tipo de arte e eu queria saber como faço pra fazer parte. Falei com alguns conhecidos eles me disseram que não é uma profissão reconhecida, onde você faz um curso e pega um diploma, que o correto seria ter um tatuador como padrinho. Queria uma opinião e se houver interesse mando outros desenhos.

Agradeço a atenção!"

Carlos Trotman balth.huana@hotmail.com

Manchas na tatuagem

Estou enviando a foto da minha tattoo com umas setinhas onde estão algumas manchas. Se tiver visível, queria saber a opinião de vocês do que podem ser essas manchas.

Tem 16 dias que fiz a tattoo e até hoje não saiu. Pode ser algo que não saia mais? O que vocês acham? Por favor, queria a opinião de vocês. Obrigada!

Daniela


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Menina e Letras, Santa Catarina

"Boa noite
Eu tenho um desenho e gostaria de fazer uma tattoo, queria saber quanto custaria.

É a menina, mais ou menos de uns 16 x 7 cm, preta e branca(assim como esta no desenho). E também queria saber quanto seria uma tattoo com duas letras de mais ou menos 3 x 4 cm toda preta na altura do tornozelo. E a pomada anestésica Xylocaina eu posso utiliza-la antes de fazer a tattoo, ou ela não alivia a dor?

Sou de Joinvile, Santa Catarina"

Leh:

leilinha_eu@hotmail.com

Aline Tattoo

Aline Tattoo
Endereço: Avenida Saturnino de Brito, 1530 (Continuação da Av.: do Forte), em frente ao Banrisul, Porto Alegre. Orkut, Twitter, Fotolog

Tatuagem em Homenagem

"Boa tarde,
gostaria de saber o preço de duas tatuagens, são dois nomes XEL e  XELLI, um em cada ante-braço, XEL azul e XELLI pink. No tamanho 50 pixels, por ordem de preferencia, caso nao possa fazer essa fonte me mandem a que fazem.

A última coisa, vocês fazem em domicílio?
Pois nao posso ir ate vocês, abaixo saibam porque.

Meu nome é Francisco, moro em João Pessoa / PB – Brasil estive portador de Esclerose Lateral Amiotrófica (ELA) desde ago/2001 até o primeiro semestre de 2009 quando pela bondade e misericórdia de DEUS fui abençoado com o MILAGRE da cura, atualmente me restaram seqüelas da ELA onde me encontro cadeirante, tetraplérgico, sem voz, traqueostomizado, me alimento via sonda (gastrostomia), faço uso de BIPAP e oxigênio, para me comunicar uso um quadro de acrílico transparente com o alfabeto e números impressos, e tenho 46 anos.

Fiquem com DEUS."

Francisco fjfdebrito@globo.com, fjfdebrito@gmail.com, fjfbrito@yahoo.com.br

Away

Enjoy as many of the holidays as the waning of the calendar may bring your way.

We shall return in the new year.

Penultimate Post

Time to travel a bit before the calendar turns another notch in our collective lives. I am off to Las Vegas in a few days for some time with a mini-quorum of my poker buddies. Will also be catching up with a lot of former poker media friends at the WPBT Winter Classic. All-in-all a week to ten days in the desert.

After Vegas I will not be immediately returning to the Berkeley apartment because a major remodeling process will begin while I am in Las Vegas; considering the holidays the entire project will take about a month and then I will be re-inhabiting a very upgraded living space. I have been packing and moving out for the last week or so; yet another opportunity to divest myself of accumulated stuff.

So after the time in the desert, I suspect I will return to the Bay area, check on the state of the construction in the apartment and then do some holiday visitations. Weather will be a big determining factor for where I will be mid-month, I really want to position myself for a clear view of the solstice lunar eclipse on the 21st.

Also my friends in Mt Shasta will be heading off to visit relatives and I am once again the house/cat-sitter designee. So at some point I will make the northern trek to Siskiyou County where I will remain until after the new year hath dawned on what I suspect will be a very fluid 2011.
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photo: another NASA moon

A Black Ballet

I don't know what it was that day perhaps the blustery wind or the off-and-on rain. The Bay was churned an eerie pale green. But it was the crows that told me it was an out-of-the-ordinary day. I often see the flights of blackbirds playing between my windows and the nearby Bay. As many as a score soaring together or several pairs sometimes a foursome then two couplets. I had thought for several weeks that they were perching on the roof just two floors above me, why else would they heighten their flight as they approached my view, most times they simply flew around my tower.

A strong gust of wind pummeled the window drawing my sight up from the screen; six perhaps seven crows were being blown towards me. They all kilted their wings at the same moment and arched up to be carried just a few feet above the roof, had they stayed in that turn they would almost immediately reappear high above my view, but they did not. They must have landed on the roof deck, today would be the day to check for their presence.

Still staring out to the Bay suddenly three black flashes swooped through my view, they had perch on the roof's edge and then leapt off into the strong updraft along the buildings face. They plummeted mere feet from my window and then soaring upward yards further away. Another pair did the same but pulled out of their fall almost immediately and were for a moment suspended six feet in front of my eyes.

A had a few moments to language my awe when the final bird glided out in a long, slow arch straight towards the west. This final flyer raises a ruckus with sharp, piercing caws that seem to draw the other crows up as they formed a flight of five, then eight, then many birds. Several blocks from my view, halfway to the Bay there stands one lone group of pines taller than all the rest, the flight wheeled around tight around those trees and did not come out on the other side. Clearly, it was intermission.

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art: "Crows in Flight" by Ron Jones

Sunsets

The Landlady demands a monthly post about the view or the rent goes up.

Yes every single evening.

This is the view when I lift my eyes from the laptop.

the sun slips further south each evening...

All dinner reservations are "after sunset"

A few minutes after this shot the clouds went dark red, the reflection turned the fog layer on the bay light pink for just a few incredible moments. Alas my camera could not capture that light

Even the cloud cover is cool.

San Francisco open your golden gate

Penchant for Penguins

An extremely astute (and possibly OCD) reader noticed several penguin references recently, so I guess I should fess up. In the 70s & 80s I had a penguin thing. I collected penguins of all kinds but I also read a lot about them in both contemporary and scientific literature. Yes, I had a thing for Opus but mostly because Berkeley Breathed endowed him with many characteristics I could relate to, particularly the little feathered fellow's distain for all things scatological.

In the winter of 1980 I even went to Antarctica (it was summer there) saw many different species of penguins and other animals, including a single rookery of over three-quarters of a million brooding penguins. When I moved to San Francisco in 1991, I only unpacked about a quarter of my collection, ten years later when I left the City, I gave away many of my favorite artifacts to friends and shipped the remainder to another collector. It is always heart warming for me to visit friends around the country and see a single piece of my old collection gracing a mantle or acting as a door stop.

These days I collect absolutely nothing of material form or space. Words are my medium and they can exist quite easily in the vacuum of cyber-space. I will be visiting my lonely storage locker in the next several weeks, if I can easily lay my hands on the photo album I will post a thirty year old photograph of me and a gang of Antarctic penguins.

Gobble

[Addendum: my gobblefest gathering is today -- Friday, so this post remains relevant for some of us until tomorrow when I shall address a bird of a different feather. . . ]

Myron, Rascal and Java

This has been a rough month on my friends who are cat lovers. Amy & Eric lost Java; Dan and his whole family said goodbye to Myron; Pat had to part with Rascal. I always tell my family and friends exactly what I want to be reminded of when I lose a long time feline companion.

Cats illuminate our lives, they bring a particular brand of love into our homes. You know you deserve it when they sleep with you undisturbed by a cough, a breath or a tear.

We allow them to have longer, healthier and we hope happier lives but we do so knowing that nature would surely have taken them sooner without our protection, so in the end our responsibility is to thank them for the joy by not letting them suffer. Sleep well my friends and thank-you Java, Rascal and Myron.

Morning Has Broken

There was a full moon visible over San Francisco Bay this morning just after dawn. Before dawn I had noticed a ever so slight glow in the cloud cover and remembered the full moon that had been completely obliterated last night would not be setting until late this morning. Then just after dawn the cloud cover opened to reveal a bright shiny orb. 

A few minutes after I snapped that shot, the clouds closed again. We shall assume the moon sank from view even without benefit of human confirmation.

I wanted to remind everyone one last time before I take a blog break that there will be a total lunar eclipse on December 21st, should make for some energetic solstice celebrations. I will be somewhere in Northern California about that time, depending on the overcast predictions I may try to position myself for a clear view of the lunar blackout.

Oh and have a big bird on Thursday or Friday or whenever you gather with your creche.

James Dias Tattoo, oportunidade

James Dias escreveu para nossa redação a procura de uma oportunidade em um estúdio maior. Sua prioridade é para estúdios em Portugal, onde reside atualmente, mas todas as propostas serão analisadas.

Se você procura um bom tatuador para completar o staff de seu estúdio, confira os trabalhos de James e entre em contato.


O tatuador possui todo material profissional próprio. James Dias é conhecido como JD Tattoo e trabalha profissionalmente no estúdio JD Tattoo fazem três anos.

Os interessados devem entrar em contato.

T.: 351 913234141
E-mail: jamesdias1983@hotmail.com

Rainy Sunday Street Scene

Still trying to get my meds balanced, the consequences of applying the pain patch too close to ingesting a muscle relaxant is apparently a nap. Yesterday, a grey saturday, I nodded off in the early evening only to wake up in what I thought was the middle of the night. There was to be no going directly back to sleep, so I snapped on the reading lamp and dove back into The Historian. Sometime later I heard the too loud talking from eight floors below, a gaggle of Cal students headed back to campus from a night of partying. A weekend annoyance that must really bother lite sleepers. 

But wait . . . the parties break up between midnight and two, it must not be the middle of the night after all. I started to check the time and then let it go, who cares -- I have a book and a quilt, what matters the parsing of the night. 

Some time later I nodded off. When I awoke again it had turned light, well grey actually and moist. Sunday was going to be rainy and dim -- some of my favorite weather. I lay in bed looking out on the the seamless sky, my mind drifted to a scene I had written yesterday where I mentioned a character's stance on breakfast. I wrote that he was "not a big bacon and eggs man." Neither am I but that sure sounded good on this particular morning. So I rolled out, donned some sweats and with a peremptory face splash and tooth scrape I was off to the market. The dashboard suggested it was 7:45 and 52 degrees, no mention of the rain, I clearly need a more technologically advanced mode of transportation, one that can tell me when its raining.

I ducked under the store awning and grabbed a outlier cart. There was a street guy neatly arranging all the other shopping carts and telling the universe -- "It ain't no right weather for a dog, no dignity in being rained upon." I pondered that bit of wisdom in the produce aisle and decided it was well worth a dollar when I left the store. Street wisdom is a commodity that should be rewarded.

Not a lot of shoppers early on a rainy Sunday, I grabbed only the basics: eggs, bacon, bread and chocolate. One check stand open, the only other customer handing her check and ID to the checker. There was a three or four minute technical issue with getting the computer to accept her check for $12.01, which included two dollars cash back. While the clerk struggled with the scanner, the customer told us how much of an accomplishment she consider it to actually get herself out of the house on "such an awful day." She was quite fashionably dressed in 1950's school marm, with black horn-rimmed glasses and the mandatory hair bun; not to mention that rain equated with awful and she wrote a check for two dollars cash back. Oh she was going to make it into a story for sure, a living breathing archetype.

The manager floated by, punched a few buttons solving the check issue and the flow of commerce began anew. A change of clerks slowed my checkout by a minute or so, when I was again outside under the awning, headed for my chariot, I saw her and the street guy by her car. He was too close, she had her hands drawn up under her chin, arms tight to her chest. Shit! Sometimes being the large, white male who does the right thing is just a pain in the ass.

I set my bag on the hood of my car and walked towards them.

"I think you're frightening her."

"We just talkin'."

"I don't think she wants to talk in the rain."

"Dis is none of your business."

"How about five bucks to leave her alone?" I snapped the bill in my hand.

"I ain't no fuckin' beggar!" He turned aggressively toward me, then immediately lowered his voice, cowering his head. He had instantaneously converted to ultra-submissive. Before I could sort it out, she pointed over my shoulder and said: "Police."

I glanced back and two Berkeley uniforms were headed our way.

"Is there a problem?"

I turned back to my groceries, "She can fill you in," I said.

"Sir, we need citizen complaints to take any action against violent offenders."

"He wasn't violent towards me, but as I said, you might want to speak with her."

I wasn't about to parse the interaction between those two psychological complexes. I mean two dollars cash back, really? Besides there were bacon and eggs waiting not to mention a grey, rainy day to enjoy.

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photo from a Sam's Club in China

Message in a Bloggle

I have been giving feedback to a friend about a new blog she is participating in. There are several contributors and right now while they are already adding content, they are also wrangling over the look and feel of the website as well as the explanatory text for potential visitors. My continuing comment to them has been: "Who is your audience?" after you answer that question then I ask: "Do you think you have reached them?"

Insider comments and ambiguous text at the beginning invariably means you lose some readers at the outset, which is fine if you really want only the insiders who "get it." The problem is too many cliches and everyone begins to feel like they are reading text without the secret decoder ring. Just because you know it and even consider it common knowledge doesn't make it so. 

Always, always, always be considerate of your audience otherwise you are writing to yourself and as I have told my agent many times: "I don't need to write the stories down for myself, I have already experienced them many times over. I will only take the energy to put them on paper if someone else might benefit from them."

So today a wee bit of un-decoded message from me today, all of it contained in the artwork at the top. Just enjoy the picture, all but one of you. I will say that I really miss the fall season, I am going to attempt to plan my wanderings better so that I may be in the midwest or northeast for as many falls as possible in the future. The colors, smells and temperament of the season just resonates with my soul. I really enjoy the Bay Area all year round but the fall simply lacks in birch, maple and oak.

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art: Robin Rose

Stubborn Slime Stains

For some time I have been considering writing a political blog. Either starting another completely new blog with fair warning that it will be completely political or dedicating one day a week here to a political posting. My reasoning goes something like this:

Nearly anything I hear out of the mouth of a politician, a lobbyist, a cabinet member and most certainly a political personage in the media is a lie. Politics lives on lies. Some are willing to call it spin or even "politics as usual." I prefer the slightly more pure analysis when I call it "lies, damned lies and statistics."

One problem I have with this idea is that I will probably need to reconnect myself to the contemporary political conversation. For the past 20 years I have been able to remain on the periphery only catching what drifts by on the wind. One simply has to detect the rancid smell of an approaching political utterance and listen for just a moment to detect the falsification. However, if I dedicated any portion of my writing time to politics I am going to need to reengage with the swill. I really don't like the feeling of needing to sterilize my keyboard after reading more than a single political blog.

The good news is that I have as much trouble with Michael Moore as I do with Glenn Beck. No one actually uses the facts to make their point. I remember so clearly hearing an attack ad on George W. and thinking -- Why would they make up something about him, he says so many incredibly stupid things, why not just play the tape?

In the recent race for governor here in California, the democrats made a big deal of a major newspaper saying of Meg Whitman (the defeated GOP candidate) that she had "a loose relationship with the truth." Don't they get it? The voters all believe that to be the very definition of a politician. Just about the only position worse than actually being a politician is being a voter who actually believes in either of the two parties cancerously alive in Amerika today.

You know I really needed to get this down on cyber-paper, if only to remind myself what I really think about the state of the political debate today. Fear not fair readers I have once again talked myself out of reentering the world politics, they just don't make enough soap to wash off those stubborn slime stains.

Sky Watching: the Leonid meteor shower peaks tonight.

Borboletas

"Olá!
Quero saber quanto custa para fazer nas costas a tatuagem.
A tatuagem terá 20 cm, e desejo as mesmas cores. Sou de Frederico Westphalen, mas vou constantemente para Santiago. Sempre quis fazer uma tatuagem porque acho muito bonita essa arte.

Agradeço se for atendida!
Obrigada!"

Eliangela: eliangela_sagi@hotmail.com