Oh, hello.

I’m stoked to be back. Let’s dive in.

Welcome to my (flushed and sweaty) body, tattoo!

This happened a little over a month ago. Until that point, I was a tattooless rube. You’re witnessing my ascendance to a ‘person who commits to things’ level. Unfortunately, there were no mirror ponds nor rainbow bridges. To any Girl Guide veteran who has made the leap from Spark to Brownie, apologies for my vague remembrance of that ceremony. I was blinded by boredom, disdain, or whatever.

I love it. As it has become me, this should be no surprise. But, really, I’m jazzed.

The original concept came from this sculpture by Canadian artist, Shary Boyle. Grotesque fun times.

Little Brown Bat (2008)

It was translated by Lydia K, tattoo artist of Halifax.

The process was relaxed. Two consultations and a morning of anxiety, followed by 45 minutes of moderate pain. Absolutely, one hundred percent, worth it.

I am not familiar with pain. I have avoided most injuries. I’m not big into head cracking activities. I once sprained an ankle and it was far from dignified.

Healing took about two weeks. It meant no direct sunlight and a few days of awkward contorted bathing. I have found a lot of conflicting tattoo care advice. My suggestion is, as the process varies, do as the artist says.

Beyond that, just got for it. Consider the art and find an artist who knows what’s going on. I recommend Lydia and so do many others.

This did not turn into a serious discussion on body modification, thank God.

Speaking of head cracking activities, I leave you with this. Let’s all long for the days when Bob Saget was the arbiter of funny.


The Very Last Word

As you can guess from the posts of my Halitrax counterparts, this project of ours is coming to an end. It’s been a good run/a slice/a real hum dum dinger. It is now time for a bit of reflection.

I’ve learned a lot about my personal commitment to environmentalism and the nature of community activism (even in this small scope). I now know what inspires me, and what really doesn’t.

Like Krista, I don’t like being told what to do. Routine is my enemy. Some weeks, having been riled up by a certain issue, the words were easy to find. Others, when the process was more difficult, my reaction was, how do you say, inelegant.

All in all, it was a very rewarding experience. Especially the dumpster diving.

Thank you for paying attention even a little bit. It encouraged me to say something of consequence, some times.

It’s (usually) cool in here

Halifax, as you may well know, is warm today.

I’ve always found talking about the weather pretty torturous. Especially growing up in Saint John, where the frequency of fog only made its discussion an unnecessary and cruel reminder. But the weather is a part of the environment, you see, and therefore a relevant topic for this blog.

How do you keep cool on days like this, all while limiting your energy consumption?

This is the view from my office. Where I am not outside.

Tips, tips, tips:

Cooking in a hot kitchen is no good. If BBQ is an option, choose propane/natural gas for cleaner emissions and more efficient cookery. If it is not an option (because you are like me and let your barbeque rust to pieces), you might find this article useful.

Close your windows in the day time. It also helps with pesky home invasion and you can still appreciate the cool breeze while you’re sleeping the night away.

Turn off/unplug your appliances when they’re not in use (they sap energy and produce more heat).

Air conditioners are rare in the homes I frequent, but I know they’re necessary in places that aren’t here. Use them sparingly if possible. Go for efficient/small machines. Clean them regularly. Keep the outside unit shaded. Use additional fans to circulate the air.

Now for the easy ones:

Have water on hand.

Avoid strenuous activity in peak daylight hours.

Keep in the shade and wear light clothing (in weight and tone).

Swim! Because it’s the most fun of all.