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I’m personally far too hairy to consider a tattoo. That’s
not to say that I don’t have an opinion.
When I see a tattoo I wonder what the person was possibly thinking. What does Yosemite Sam or Tweety Bird really
say about who you are as a person? There
are certainly cool tattoos out there but I’m not sure how cool they’ll look 50
or 60 years from now.
The majority of the old dude ink you see these days are old
and weathered relics of military service.
I’m a fan of these tats because they remind me of how awesome old people
are and that we are who we say we are but it’s easy for us and others to lose
sight of that. I’m not sure what
archetypal images and remembrances of the past my grand kids will conjure as
they bear witness to watery and disheveled bands of barbwire.
Somehow seeing an anchor and rope with some faded text on a
sinewy forearm tells me the meaning was there before the ink was cast, and
remains even as the image fails. I
wonder how modern applications compare and often assume the inked seek meaning to
be infused in them with the impregnation of pigment in their skin.
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