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Getting a tattooTattoos on hands, arms, and feet

I alphabetize so much that I had the alphabet tattooed around my wrist. My only regret is not having it tattooed upside-down, so it would be rightside-up as I look down at it.

I alphabetize hand-outs, papers, syllabi, journal articles, and book chapters. I have binders full of...alphabetized articles!1

Luckily, I have a handy alphabet cheat sheet all the time.


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Those points where lines cross, where things change from just–left to almost–there, is where I feel most comfortable. Weight and guilt and responsiblity lift, and all that's left is not–quite and in–a–bit and we'll–see and just–wait. Those spaces are what I imagine Zen masters inhabit. In the middle of moving or transferring or codeswitching, I can just barely feel transcendence.


Tattoo on wrist

I don't have it, and I'm not sure if I want it.

Perhaps the closest thing is my sister, who's been with me since the first and lived the closest life of anyone to mine. Perhaps that's more a matter of empathy, than permanence. At least, she is the one I permanently never have to explain a back–story to. She's also the reason for my other tattoo. So that's permanence in a way, I suppose.

  1. Gotcha! You totally thought I was going to say "binders full of women," didn't you? I'm not into timely cultural references, you know. See entry on permanence.