Whatcha looking for?
If you want it, I will find it.
Yeah, whatcha looking for?
If you want me, let me find it.

'Cause in my life
I got nothing to believe in
Except for you
I got nothing to believe in

- cracker "Nothing to Believe In"

I think I want a domain. I know that I want something other than a /~* for a website. (I'm thinking of a theme website based on my recent self promo mailer, but that is some other story)

But I'm out of ideas as to what to call it. Obvious ideas:
piscis.net .org
hoemke.net, org
fishbowl.net, org (taken)
wetlands. <-lame
vishivits <- who the hell is going to spell this right?

How do you choose something that is personal yet professional? And what do I want to be known as for the next 5 years or so?

I know I want people to always be able to find me at an obvious front door vs. the "backdoor" or sachette cage that is my journal. (think hunchback) I like having an audience (even if pretend) to my thoughts here because it gets me out of my own personal feedback loop of talking to myself. I am somewhat wary that people are able to find me through google here since not everything I say is kosher. I'd stand by it, but it wouldn't be pretty. :P

Get yourself a new tattoo
For those sleeveless days of June
I'm sitting on the Cafè Xeno's steps
I haven't got the courage yet...
-cracker Big Dipper

A while back I had the idea that maybe tattoos should be meaningless. That the 'right' (read proper) approach to a tattoo was a resignation that all things are temporal, so it doesn't really matter what you put on your arm - it can be a chicken or a knife, or a flower - whatever, because we are fleeting, so it is fleeting. To mark up your body - was to understand your own mortality. That only the navy man, or the enlightened biker really understood tattoos with things like "MOM" or "NANCY."

Tribal markings.

My mother is the main reason I have not gotten a tattoo, followed very closely behind by my mother-in-law. It's one of those subjects that stops being a conversation and becomes a crisis. Crisis' suck ass. One day I'd like to find out why its a crisis, but not on the wrong end of a piece of body art.

With that being said, I've had two ideas for a tattoo. My current idea is a tattoo on my left wrist on the inside. a fish bone/skeleton. maybe an inch long. in black. This one is more dangerous because I know where I want to put it. I'm going to let it rest and see what rises. (like dough)

Work was crap today. School was too, unfortunately. I'm at a low ebb creatively (low tide) and I think I've burnt the candle a bit too close to the center this week. I hate it when I can't come up with ideas. Sometimes being this worn makes ideas more fluid and they literally pop in my head. (audibly) I love it when I get double sensory input from an idea, like taste or sound, smell. That is always hard to communicate, almost too good to have.

But this is not a problem at the moment. Tonight I'm not really sure what to do with myself. For no reason should I be allowed near my art work - I will damage it. But I can't really relax on the computer cause I've been here all day - and I don't have the attention span for a dvd.

I'm so fucking sick,
I'm the king of the world.
I'm a genius of useless stuff

-cracker Useless Stuff

[But thats okay, I can just craft this journal entry for an hour and a half! Gah. I'm going to bed.]