I haven't written a good stream of consciousness review for a while, so I might as well. Way back in the nineties, I got a couple of tattoos, one of which still makes me smile. The other one didn't age very well. At the time I thought it was my own special symbol that encompassed the swirling chaos of nature, and the spirit of rock and roll, and would be a good logo for a band if I was ever in one that lasted long enough to get its own logo.
Recently, while on a business trip to red state land, I suddenly had a panic attack about EMTs, or other ladies at the hotel spa or workout room, or scanner operators at the airport, seeing my weird tattoo and mistaking it for the logo of some sinister organization and mistreating me accordingly. I was never really concerned with that until the last election, when it struck me that people believe in some weird stuff, especially on the outside of my nice little San Franciscan bubble of tolerance and art. I suddenly developed a desire to cover my weird tattoo with something less potentially disturbing. A nice, normal, old-fashioned, tattoo-looking tattoo. The kind you'd expect to see on a person's hip.
Now one of the fun things I do in my spare time is read (and write) science fiction - if you want to know more about that, search Amazon for "Manganela" and you'll find me. I'm new at this, and I'm kind of a self-published outsider that avoids the mainstream, but a couple years ago I got involved in the Hugo awards. I heard that evil conservatives had taken over these awards via block voting, so I jumped in to help thwart them by becoming a Hugo voter myself. I realized I like being a Hugo voter, since it involves reading a lot of science fiction, and this year I was reading the novels nominated for Best Novel, trying to decide how to vote. One of them caught hold of my heart: A Close and Common Orbit, by Becky Chambers. It's kind of a controversial pick, a lot of hipsters hate it for being overly earnest, but there's a part where a tattoo artist and a main character discuss tattoos as the intersection of body and mind. I thought that was downright poetic, so I voted for the novel, and then started looking around for a tattoo artist to upgrade my tattoo.
I quickly learned that a lot of tattoo shops these days are more about elaborate pieces of art, as opposed to a cute little cartoon thingy that would make me smile whenever I catch a glimpse of it in the shower. I recalled there was a tattoo shop right next door to this funky bar on Polk Street (Upcider), over by my second favorite Indian food place (Kasa), which only serves hard cider. I'm not really a drinker but hard cider settles my stomach like nothing else, so I drop in sometimes and enjoy one.
I looked up this tattoo shop, Let It Bleed (named after one of my favorite albums, a good sign) and learned it happens to specialize in tattoo-looking tattoos. Even better, when I read the write-up for artist Eric Jones, he specifically mentioned Ray Bradbury -- a science fiction writer. It is my practice to always follow the synchronicity.
I consulted with Mr. Jones about the best way to conceal my old tattoo and he suggested something with lots of wavy lines, such as a shaggy animal. Now, there happens to be another bar on the same block, called the Jackalope. I never go there because I always go to Upcider, but they do have a jackalope-shaped gobo light that shines on the sidewalk and I think that's pretty cool. Not only that, Jackalope is one of my oldest and most formidable video gamer handles, and I recently purchased (and lost the auction on) marvelous jackalope art at Baycon. So I said "I'll take a shaggy jackalope, if you don't mind. A friendly looking one, with lop ears."
I'm much more of a typer than a talker, as you may have guessed from this review, and I didn't say much during the agonizing process of getting inked, because it hurt way more than I remembered. Hips are sensitive. I should've popped a couple aspirin in advance or something, but Mr. Jones works fast so the torture didn't last long, and after a short time I found myself proudly decorated with a shaggy jackalope.
A truly American creature, tattooed in an all-American tattoo-looking tattoo style - it's even red, white and blue. With floppy lop ears. Kinda like the bunny whose portrait I use as my profile, who was also a true American hero, but that's a story for another day.
So if you like tattoo-looking tattoos, drop by this place and get one, or several. read more