Time to greet the day...
Hear that?
Blessed silence, birdsong. Heartbeat, breaths.
The rythmic hum of a world caught napping.
Thats initiative.
Feel that?
A knot in your stomach, a twisted feeling, coiled, ready to spring.
An empty grumble, struggling for place in your priorities.
That's drive.
See that?
Blue-grey dawn,
Laser thin crack of light
sillhouttes rooftops, splits the sky from the horizon,
harbinger of a new dawn
That's ambition.
Time to go greet the day.
Eyes open, fists closed
A smile over a grimace,
a twinkle in a tired eye...
Time to go greet the day."
-Tariq Sabur
July 2007
6:23 am.
Checked the phone to find a 5:36 text message from New York, wishing me sweetness. No fair, its 3 hours later there.
Today is moving day. Subconsciously eager to beat the heat, I awoke of my own accord.
It has been a productive week.
Last three tattoos were probably the best of my career- n keeping with my agreement with myself to strive that each new tattoo will be the successive best of my career. But true portfolio makers, all. Two coi, one true T.S. Style- straight off of my business card; one uniquely stylized into delicate linear abstraction. One self-designed japanese-style Phoenix extending from above the knee to below the ribs possibly my new size record.
Yesterday's piece was a return to the normal, but great in that it was a difficult piece, cleanly executed "like a decal," in the words of a client- the greatest satisfaction of all :)
23 letters Across a tortously- although very nicely contoured collarbone.
"From Chaos, Peace Shall Arise."
Fitting :)
Today, I am thankful for a free day- so far at least.. but its early.
Apartment hunt is finally at an end!
Set me behind nearly an weeks worth of painting... hot, long days, frantically coming the city for a decent floorplan, a decent neighborhood... for a decent price.
Finally settled on Scottsdale. Though it is far out of my home zone, and not as central as I would like, it is next to the arts and entertainment district of downtown Scotts. All the nightclubs, all the galleries. Lots of potential. The new area will bring new exposure, new clients, new horizons.
Now ready to move to my new space, I am feeling anxious and inspired, many ideas bouncing around my little head. Much appreciated... I really have no idea how I am going to make rent.
Still deciding if I should work or move-- If I had a boss, I would have to take pre-arranged, scheduled time off to do it. This week I need to produce. Still Though I miss the canvas, and am eager to lay some of these ideas to it, moving requires the freedom of today, the van I have access to, the cool of the morning. Painting I can do in the new space, and better, in the calm. Besides, it can fit between any two other activities. Like between sex and breakfast.
In a calm, serene home.
I think I will go bless the house.
Wish you all a happy and productive day!
-T.S.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
celebrating unemployment
Waking up at the crack of dawn, getting up, getting out, getting to work.
Still only putting on shoes till 3pm.
Going to bed late.
Working out, talking on the phone... 3 hour text message conversations with really just anyone.
Random thoughts.
Visiting old freinds, shooting the shit, listening to the gears of the world turn.
Finally getting time to work on that "fashion line" or my uh... "music career"Hehe ;)Life is good, life is good.
When your an artist your rarely "really" working...
But you never really stop.
Which is harder work? Putting in 9-7 in an air conditioned office... Or putting 100 miles on your car on a record hot Phoenix day, in a city only 60 something miles across... just gathering resources.
And then getting back to the studio, and "really" getting to work.
Is it so much harder to punch a clock, work over time on a daily basis, knowing your base and overtime is coming at the end of the week?
As an artist... you dont get paid for every hour you work.
Late nights drawing, painting, planning, formulating... hustling.
Early mornings, trying to beat the heat, with a two-page list in your pocket, trying not to forget anything and still remember to eat at some point in the day.
Getting happy everytime the phone rings- not because it is some girl you met, but because it might be a lead.
Happier when you dont recognize the number.
Doing the budget. (One of my own favorite parts... lol)
Love-making-turned-impromptu-sketching sessions... haunt your love life...
Poems/plans/dreams/ramblings take over your converstaions...
Empassioned arguments, raving debates with the concerned and aloof; loved ones and strangers, over achievement, purpose, cause, effect, become song/poem/artists statement...
You canabalize yourself. To produce "yourself"
You sell yourself.
I Got canned from the shop I was working at because of "creative differences." As in, I wouldnt let the other apprentice tattoo me.Probably not the best environment for me.
I dont, and havent, made snap decisions about tattoos- not mine or anyone elses.A good lesson on sticking to your guns :)
It costs ya, but it feels good.
I remembering times when I would stress about just such a situation...
I have not, not had a job since I was 12 years old.
Right now I am nestling secure in the fact that right now, I am really...just...
Not.
At times like these I think about my first time going to Brazil. $300.00 cash, a pair of suitcases, and a plane ticket home for 12 months later.
I think about my mentor, going from Salvador to Germany with $30.00 US a tattoo machine, a little practice, and a winning smile.
Heck, at least I spoke the language at an operating, if basic level...
I also think about bankruptcy...
It would be so easy to sleep and to eat, and even to play, if I was not still paying inflated dividends on money I havent spent in 6 years.
All of my earlier ... Business investments, personal investments;
Equipment, supplies, education, books....
But then I think about morals...
I owe this pennance to those that put me where I am.
I owe it to myself.
This is the life I chose, the life I invested myself in.
It may be too early to pay it all back... But it is way too early- and too late to call it quits;)
Besides... I am just beginning to reap the rewards.
(? ? ? lol ;)
And I think about where I am now.
This is what it has cost me to place myself in the secure place that I am now...
I have been "secure" before... Secure in the sense our society has conditioned us to think...
A girlfreind, a dope apartment, a salary, insurance, benefits, bonuses...
But the thing that always bugged me about that is, how secure is it realy??
This world is rife with chaos... Flood, famine, fire... Plague and pestilence.
We are at war right now! What makes us so untouchable?
There could be war, a strike, an emergency... The economy could crash.
The sobering thing is... we are. It wont. And if it did, We would probably be fine. Knock on wood.)
But still, you could wake up one morning and realize your sick of it.
You could hate it.
Now, a little bit of cash in you pocket, a pair of good eyes, two good hands, and a damn good head.
A "mina de ouro na mao" as they say in Brazil.
Its a different kind of security.
Waking up each morning, knowing your going to work your ass off, but knowing your going to love it. Not knowing if your going to make it...
but still, knowing your going to love it.
That is security.
I think I like it.
Abundance!
-T.S.
Still only putting on shoes till 3pm.
Going to bed late.
Working out, talking on the phone... 3 hour text message conversations with really just anyone.
Random thoughts.
Visiting old freinds, shooting the shit, listening to the gears of the world turn.
Finally getting time to work on that "fashion line" or my uh... "music career"Hehe ;)Life is good, life is good.
When your an artist your rarely "really" working...
But you never really stop.
Which is harder work? Putting in 9-7 in an air conditioned office... Or putting 100 miles on your car on a record hot Phoenix day, in a city only 60 something miles across... just gathering resources.
And then getting back to the studio, and "really" getting to work.
Is it so much harder to punch a clock, work over time on a daily basis, knowing your base and overtime is coming at the end of the week?
As an artist... you dont get paid for every hour you work.
Late nights drawing, painting, planning, formulating... hustling.
Early mornings, trying to beat the heat, with a two-page list in your pocket, trying not to forget anything and still remember to eat at some point in the day.
Getting happy everytime the phone rings- not because it is some girl you met, but because it might be a lead.
Happier when you dont recognize the number.
Doing the budget. (One of my own favorite parts... lol)
Love-making-turned-impromptu-sketching sessions... haunt your love life...
Poems/plans/dreams/ramblings take over your converstaions...
Empassioned arguments, raving debates with the concerned and aloof; loved ones and strangers, over achievement, purpose, cause, effect, become song/poem/artists statement...
You canabalize yourself. To produce "yourself"
You sell yourself.
I Got canned from the shop I was working at because of "creative differences." As in, I wouldnt let the other apprentice tattoo me.Probably not the best environment for me.
I dont, and havent, made snap decisions about tattoos- not mine or anyone elses.A good lesson on sticking to your guns :)
It costs ya, but it feels good.
I remembering times when I would stress about just such a situation...
I have not, not had a job since I was 12 years old.
Right now I am nestling secure in the fact that right now, I am really...just...
Not.
At times like these I think about my first time going to Brazil. $300.00 cash, a pair of suitcases, and a plane ticket home for 12 months later.
I think about my mentor, going from Salvador to Germany with $30.00 US a tattoo machine, a little practice, and a winning smile.
Heck, at least I spoke the language at an operating, if basic level...
I also think about bankruptcy...
It would be so easy to sleep and to eat, and even to play, if I was not still paying inflated dividends on money I havent spent in 6 years.
All of my earlier ... Business investments, personal investments;
Equipment, supplies, education, books....
But then I think about morals...
I owe this pennance to those that put me where I am.
I owe it to myself.
This is the life I chose, the life I invested myself in.
It may be too early to pay it all back... But it is way too early- and too late to call it quits;)
Besides... I am just beginning to reap the rewards.
(? ? ? lol ;)
And I think about where I am now.
This is what it has cost me to place myself in the secure place that I am now...
I have been "secure" before... Secure in the sense our society has conditioned us to think...
A girlfreind, a dope apartment, a salary, insurance, benefits, bonuses...
But the thing that always bugged me about that is, how secure is it realy??
This world is rife with chaos... Flood, famine, fire... Plague and pestilence.
We are at war right now! What makes us so untouchable?
There could be war, a strike, an emergency... The economy could crash.
The sobering thing is... we are. It wont. And if it did, We would probably be fine. Knock on wood.)
But still, you could wake up one morning and realize your sick of it.
You could hate it.
Now, a little bit of cash in you pocket, a pair of good eyes, two good hands, and a damn good head.
A "mina de ouro na mao" as they say in Brazil.
Its a different kind of security.
Waking up each morning, knowing your going to work your ass off, but knowing your going to love it. Not knowing if your going to make it...
but still, knowing your going to love it.
That is security.
I think I like it.
Abundance!
-T.S.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Domingo de Preguisa, Domingo de Anxiosidade
Sentado por aqui...
Preguiça maior do que a vontade de fazer nada...
Esboçando, tentando me convençer a pintar...
Sonhei estranho ontem a noite...
Ainda mais estranho que consegui lembrar todos tres.
Nao quero entrar nas detalhes de todas...
Mas acho que a fio comúm entre os tres são sentimentos de duvida e incapacidade...
Talvez tratando da ansiocidade de estagiar...
De fazer papel subordinado de novo.
Nao eh coisa de orgulho nem ego...
So que nao sei se quero ser mandado por mais alguem estes dias.
Nao eh que tenho problemas com autoridade- so que ja tinha bastante.
Sabemos como eh...
Ordenar, gerenciar, mandar tudo?
Mas isso eh a vida neh?
Levamos ou que tenemos ate nao da mais...
Ai da um break e comecar de novo.
Por todos se nao foram MUITOS sortuosos.
Sei que eh pelo bom....
Mas e dificil!
Poucas pessoas me ensinaram poucou de nada nesse ramo.
Auto ensinado, tinho um mentor MUITO bom que me deu dicas e a a forca e confianca pra seguir em frente!
Da um certo orgulho no nosso trabalho, sabe?
Ainda por cima, sou elogiado por quasi TODOS que veem meu portfolio...
Eu, como artista, com olho super afinado e olhar critico, sei exatamante o que preciso melhorar...
O dono desse estudio me falou que preciso trabalhar.
Sempre apreciando criticismo construtivo, isso significa pra mim, que ele reconhessa coisas que eu posso melhorar.
Eu vejo oportunidade ai.
Isso eh minha "mantra" que repito pra mim.
.. Anxioso!!
Abrassos aos todos...
Me deem sorte!!!
Preguiça maior do que a vontade de fazer nada...
Esboçando, tentando me convençer a pintar...
Sonhei estranho ontem a noite...
Ainda mais estranho que consegui lembrar todos tres.
Nao quero entrar nas detalhes de todas...
Mas acho que a fio comúm entre os tres são sentimentos de duvida e incapacidade...
Talvez tratando da ansiocidade de estagiar...
De fazer papel subordinado de novo.
Nao eh coisa de orgulho nem ego...
So que nao sei se quero ser mandado por mais alguem estes dias.
Nao eh que tenho problemas com autoridade- so que ja tinha bastante.
Sabemos como eh...
Ordenar, gerenciar, mandar tudo?
Mas isso eh a vida neh?
Levamos ou que tenemos ate nao da mais...
Ai da um break e comecar de novo.
Por todos se nao foram MUITOS sortuosos.
Sei que eh pelo bom....
Mas e dificil!
Poucas pessoas me ensinaram poucou de nada nesse ramo.
Auto ensinado, tinho um mentor MUITO bom que me deu dicas e a a forca e confianca pra seguir em frente!
Da um certo orgulho no nosso trabalho, sabe?
Ainda por cima, sou elogiado por quasi TODOS que veem meu portfolio...
Eu, como artista, com olho super afinado e olhar critico, sei exatamante o que preciso melhorar...
O dono desse estudio me falou que preciso trabalhar.
Sempre apreciando criticismo construtivo, isso significa pra mim, que ele reconhessa coisas que eu posso melhorar.
Eu vejo oportunidade ai.
Isso eh minha "mantra" que repito pra mim.
.. Anxioso!!
Abrassos aos todos...
Me deem sorte!!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
::Em Casa::
Wednesday 05/21/08
::Em Casa::
Finalmente. Um lugar pra ficar, uma casa bem linda com mais 3 artistas OTIMOS, e amigos bons.
Deu sorte que os cuartos de dormir ja estao cheio, só restou o escritoria pra mim... veio junto com escritorio (que fica perfeito como banco pra tatuar) prancha de livros (que ja enchí de livros e desenhos)
Sobre esses ultimos dias que sumí...Ja que "uma foto vale mil palavras"... vamos dizer que quando tiver mil coisas de que fotos, só palavras prestam.
Paradoxico neh? Assim eh a vida... Podemos escolher: observar, or participar.
Eu escolho participação!
E depois conto ;)
Mas em Resumo::
Loga na chegada, cair na festa de hip hop, desde ai, rolou uma formatura de faculdade, uns 8 aniversarios (não sei o que houve 9 meses antes que Maio em Arizona mas porra... parece que tod dia tem 3!) mais 2 festas ainda sem grana, depois passei um dia TODO no car show de lowriders na "Gentlemens club" (striptease) famoso e sai dai com grana! quem merece...uma viagem de esetrada pela outra cidade, peguei meu carro, reuni com a e namorada... reuinimos, re-apaixonams, depois bregamos, re-separamos, e finalmente ficamos bom de novo, bebi, cai, passei mal de comida, raspei a cabeça, atualizei o portfolio, mudei de casa, e so agora tou olhando o email de novo... essa vida não para!!
::Em Casa::
Finalmente. Um lugar pra ficar, uma casa bem linda com mais 3 artistas OTIMOS, e amigos bons.
Deu sorte que os cuartos de dormir ja estao cheio, só restou o escritoria pra mim... veio junto com escritorio (que fica perfeito como banco pra tatuar) prancha de livros (que ja enchí de livros e desenhos)
Sobre esses ultimos dias que sumí...Ja que "uma foto vale mil palavras"... vamos dizer que quando tiver mil coisas de que fotos, só palavras prestam.
Paradoxico neh? Assim eh a vida... Podemos escolher: observar, or participar.
Eu escolho participação!
E depois conto ;)
Mas em Resumo::
Loga na chegada, cair na festa de hip hop, desde ai, rolou uma formatura de faculdade, uns 8 aniversarios (não sei o que houve 9 meses antes que Maio em Arizona mas porra... parece que tod dia tem 3!) mais 2 festas ainda sem grana, depois passei um dia TODO no car show de lowriders na "Gentlemens club" (striptease) famoso e sai dai com grana! quem merece...uma viagem de esetrada pela outra cidade, peguei meu carro, reuni com a e namorada... reuinimos, re-apaixonams, depois bregamos, re-separamos, e finalmente ficamos bom de novo, bebi, cai, passei mal de comida, raspei a cabeça, atualizei o portfolio, mudei de casa, e so agora tou olhando o email de novo... essa vida não para!!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Saudades!!
Monday: 5/19/08
Taken from www.fotolog.net/tariqx
SAUDADEEEEES!!!!!
De volta nessa caos bombastica maluco que eu chamo da minha vida...
31 horas no aeroporto, e depois correria PURO. Tal que so to chegando a olhar o internete HOJE, mesmo que temos computador em casa!
Mas correria gostosa.
Depois eu lhes conto, (e mostro) as fotos dessa caos... Voceis vao pirar.
Mas primeiro so quis dizer a voces que cheguei inteiro, e que estou sentindo saudades danados pra voceis JA.
Aqui a uma fotica de uma manha feliz na praia depois de uma festa com a minha galera gostasa... Thais, Lara, e Dafne.
As minhas "first ladies."
So falta duas... Mariah, bela estilosa demais, e soooo um pouqinho maluquinha. Mas ainda gostosa ;) E a Robertinha! Doce da vida, sorridente, engracada, do sorriso lindissimo e olhos hipnotizantes- E o namorado (sortuoso;) dela o DJ MAGU!!
Saudades DEMAIS!!
Tanto quanto os que nao sairam no foto...
Voceis que frequentavam o estudio, e quais conheci passeando (tanto pouco que fiz.)
O meu sobrinho!! Joazinho o pequeno delicia, correndo, gritando, e lutador, puxando e mordendo todo que chega no alcance dele... riri :)
O Caio dono da loja sem quem nao iamos conseguir tanto, nem rir tanto :)
Tiago (So um pouqinho enroladinho, mas ainda gosto dele riri ;) Xo, Milena (fofinha!,) Thais (A outra) Tati, Macarrao, Charles fotografe da porra... Junior, Pirao! Daniel e Keury!
O JABA!! MESTRE das maquinas, meu amigo voce eh artista demais!
Todos demais que poderia passar o dia lembrando e contanto historias deles.
Meus clientes, aos quais eu sou sempre agradecido por lhes entre ao nossa arte. Tatuagem, unica entre as artes finas, sem publica simplemente NAO rola! Sem voceis eu ia ser um... pintor! vice! imagine... kkkk
A minha irma-amiga-mentora Nely, e principalmente,
o meu mentor, grande amigo, e mais-que-irmao, Banzay.
Obrigado pelas dicas, pelos licoes, e pela guianca quando eu comesso a me perder dentro dessa cabessa maluqiunho.
Eu lhe deixei muito pra me lembrar, mas eu lhe devo muito mais.
Bom gente... fiquem de olho nas travessuras aqui, e fiquem em contato!! Nao vou lhes perder nesse mundo pequena, e nao me percam!
Um GRANDE abrasso.
Taken from www.fotolog.net/tariqx
SAUDADEEEEES!!!!!
De volta nessa caos bombastica maluco que eu chamo da minha vida...
31 horas no aeroporto, e depois correria PURO. Tal que so to chegando a olhar o internete HOJE, mesmo que temos computador em casa!
Mas correria gostosa.
Depois eu lhes conto, (e mostro) as fotos dessa caos... Voceis vao pirar.
Mas primeiro so quis dizer a voces que cheguei inteiro, e que estou sentindo saudades danados pra voceis JA.
Aqui a uma fotica de uma manha feliz na praia depois de uma festa com a minha galera gostasa... Thais, Lara, e Dafne.
As minhas "first ladies."
So falta duas... Mariah, bela estilosa demais, e soooo um pouqinho maluquinha. Mas ainda gostosa ;) E a Robertinha! Doce da vida, sorridente, engracada, do sorriso lindissimo e olhos hipnotizantes- E o namorado (sortuoso;) dela o DJ MAGU!!
Saudades DEMAIS!!
Tanto quanto os que nao sairam no foto...
Voceis que frequentavam o estudio, e quais conheci passeando (tanto pouco que fiz.)
O meu sobrinho!! Joazinho o pequeno delicia, correndo, gritando, e lutador, puxando e mordendo todo que chega no alcance dele... riri :)
O Caio dono da loja sem quem nao iamos conseguir tanto, nem rir tanto :)
Tiago (So um pouqinho enroladinho, mas ainda gosto dele riri ;) Xo, Milena (fofinha!,) Thais (A outra) Tati, Macarrao, Charles fotografe da porra... Junior, Pirao! Daniel e Keury!
O JABA!! MESTRE das maquinas, meu amigo voce eh artista demais!
Todos demais que poderia passar o dia lembrando e contanto historias deles.
Meus clientes, aos quais eu sou sempre agradecido por lhes entre ao nossa arte. Tatuagem, unica entre as artes finas, sem publica simplemente NAO rola! Sem voceis eu ia ser um... pintor! vice! imagine... kkkk
A minha irma-amiga-mentora Nely, e principalmente,
o meu mentor, grande amigo, e mais-que-irmao, Banzay.
Obrigado pelas dicas, pelos licoes, e pela guianca quando eu comesso a me perder dentro dessa cabessa maluqiunho.
Eu lhe deixei muito pra me lembrar, mas eu lhe devo muito mais.
Bom gente... fiquem de olho nas travessuras aqui, e fiquem em contato!! Nao vou lhes perder nesse mundo pequena, e nao me percam!
Um GRANDE abrasso.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Savoring....
Been going thought alot lately... it was nice to just unwind.
Savoring
02/05/08
Sitting in the Restaurant aaaall by myself...
Suffering from a major case of the ocular/gastronomic size differential-itis.
Lol...
02/05/08
Sitting in the Restaurant aaaall by myself...
Suffering from a major case of the ocular/gastronomic size differential-itis.
Lol...
Trying desperately to kill time till my hunger comes back...
J-book. Table... B.T. On loudspeaker...
Not too noisy or too many people around.
Comes natural to do what I do most....
Missed the homeys for sushi night tonight...
But I thought I would treat myself, celebrate.
Its been a productive 2008 so far.
Finally (albeit somewhat late for my preference,) clearing out the personal books.
Single now. And writing. and drawing, and planning, and dreaming, much more.
Time to myself.
A few major works already in progress, booking up, generating lots of new leads for the months to come.
A few little guys done already, and one major project I was very happy with :) :)
Two new machines now, and I am happy to say my tuning skills have been developing immensely. I have finally tuned my older machines to par- that makes 4 excellent running buzzers, and two untested but promising backups.
And finally, finally,
Just bought my tickets to Brasil...
In Salvador Sushi is a rare, exotic, expensive, pleasure.
Its funny how now matter how much you love them already, your appreciation for where you are, what you have, is heightened by the fact that you will soon be leaving...
The food is excellent. My waittress, "Hei" suggested an squid tempura/avocado salad that was awesome. oooh yes. Glad I decided to expiriment, instead of sticking to my old favorite- chicken Udon soup mmmmm. :)
Overall the restaurant was awesome- the decor was amazing. Brown and earthy with distressed metals, frosted glass and semi-lustrous mineral accents... beautiful
Much warmer and less... feaux-triad seeming than the standard black and red 1998, matrix sushi restaurant decor.
Their bathroom prompted a picture it was SO awesome. I have to find the cascading labyrinth sinks. Seashell inlay in the marble... accents in burnt orange.
As perfect as I would have designed it.
At first hei gave the distinct impression that she was either really shy or really, really didnt want to bother me... lol. But by the end of the night she was freindlier.
She kept asking as, i ordered, "are you sure you can eat everything??" I let her know that my stomach is a lot bigger than it would looks... I guess i should have taken her advice.
(sushi roll and squid kabob in the fridge right now.)
It was slow as hell so I gave her a fat tip...
Politics. Yooou know.
Another waitress said it was always this slow- I guess the owner had not invested in adequate marketing.
Way to go owner.
I found it quiet, comfortable, relaxing, and intimate.
Unpretentious, a plus.
Anywhere I go where a lot of people come- or worse, frequent, tends to turn into an extended head-nod and hand shake party after a few revisits...
She left me with a prompt to tell more people...
But I might just have to keep this one to myself ;)
-T.S.
* * * * * * * * *
Food : * * * * *
Mmmmm!! Squiiiiid!!!
Service: * * * *
Decor: * * * * * + * **
Those BATHROOMS!!
I almost wanted to bring my food in there and eat.
Overall : 4 Stars. Service is great.
But those bathroooooms...
(PS- Sorry I dont have a "Star" key on my keyboard... lol ;)
J-book. Table... B.T. On loudspeaker...
Not too noisy or too many people around.
Comes natural to do what I do most....
Missed the homeys for sushi night tonight...
But I thought I would treat myself, celebrate.
Its been a productive 2008 so far.
Finally (albeit somewhat late for my preference,) clearing out the personal books.
Single now. And writing. and drawing, and planning, and dreaming, much more.
Time to myself.
A few major works already in progress, booking up, generating lots of new leads for the months to come.
A few little guys done already, and one major project I was very happy with :) :)
Two new machines now, and I am happy to say my tuning skills have been developing immensely. I have finally tuned my older machines to par- that makes 4 excellent running buzzers, and two untested but promising backups.
And finally, finally,
Just bought my tickets to Brasil...
In Salvador Sushi is a rare, exotic, expensive, pleasure.
Its funny how now matter how much you love them already, your appreciation for where you are, what you have, is heightened by the fact that you will soon be leaving...
The food is excellent. My waittress, "Hei" suggested an squid tempura/avocado salad that was awesome. oooh yes. Glad I decided to expiriment, instead of sticking to my old favorite- chicken Udon soup mmmmm. :)
Overall the restaurant was awesome- the decor was amazing. Brown and earthy with distressed metals, frosted glass and semi-lustrous mineral accents... beautiful
Much warmer and less... feaux-triad seeming than the standard black and red 1998, matrix sushi restaurant decor.
Their bathroom prompted a picture it was SO awesome. I have to find the cascading labyrinth sinks. Seashell inlay in the marble... accents in burnt orange.
As perfect as I would have designed it.
At first hei gave the distinct impression that she was either really shy or really, really didnt want to bother me... lol. But by the end of the night she was freindlier.
She kept asking as, i ordered, "are you sure you can eat everything??" I let her know that my stomach is a lot bigger than it would looks... I guess i should have taken her advice.
(sushi roll and squid kabob in the fridge right now.)
It was slow as hell so I gave her a fat tip...
Politics. Yooou know.
Another waitress said it was always this slow- I guess the owner had not invested in adequate marketing.
Way to go owner.
I found it quiet, comfortable, relaxing, and intimate.
Unpretentious, a plus.
Anywhere I go where a lot of people come- or worse, frequent, tends to turn into an extended head-nod and hand shake party after a few revisits...
She left me with a prompt to tell more people...
But I might just have to keep this one to myself ;)
-T.S.
Now for your Tariq Sabur Amatuer Restaurant Review.... lol
* * * * * * * * *
Food : * * * * *
Mmmmm!! Squiiiiid!!!
Service: * * * *
Decor: * * * * * + * **
Those BATHROOMS!!
I almost wanted to bring my food in there and eat.
Overall : 4 Stars. Service is great.
But those bathroooooms...
(PS- Sorry I dont have a "Star" key on my keyboard... lol ;)
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Blunt Club
Blunt Club...
Thurs
02/07/08
Among all the regular homies... The B-Boys. The cuties... The MC's and Dj's, Banding on canvas... I had a special surprise--
Got to see Natasha, and catch up with Brenna.
Both old, but ooooh so good freinds from back in the day... ack in the crazy days.
Two new strong leads!!
Brenna wants a virgin Mary, and freind Ashley left me with a research mission to find out more about "Quan Yin" for a backpiece.
Dropped the thesis on the both of them, prompted by Brenna's bragging on my behalf (I love old freinds!!! They remember me from when I was smart... lol;) For reciprocity's sake, I cant pass the chance to brag on how sweet and innocent and cuuuute Brenna was back in the day!!
I remember when she first tried to come into Fascinations when I worked there, i almost had to turn her around. She represents all of the "sugar" in the "everything nice" that girls are ;)
Ashly expressed that she wanted a backpied, but she wanted it to be sexy.
Couldn't resist laying it on her three-prong thesis style...
To be expanded upon soon... that thesis...
But I'd much rather just show you :)
Much more on that later.
Tasha.
As soon as I came in the club, trying to make my way to the dance floor, I excused my way past a cute little petite in a wooly cap.
Nonchalant you know, "your cute, but get out of my way" kind of "ill talk to you later sorta vibe."
Tasha turned around and would have whupped my ass if she wasnt so happy to see me.
Tasha used to be our collective party mom. She is the shit.
Provider for the entire East Valley's hodgepodge clan of outcast 2nd gen AZ and AZN immigrants trying to make names, and lives for ourselves. Through positive means or otherwise...
She will ramble for hours on how I used to come to her house and go straight for fridge or the candy bowl. How I had to carry her from a party once... how, somehow, she in turn still had to drive, as she was still, miraculously, the best off of all of us...
And rattle off similarly affectionate stories and profiles for any of the umpteen other of us that used to crash out on her floor after prties, before parties, between parites, between apartments, or when kicked out of parent's house.
MAD love for Natasha!!
Abstract Rude (link)
Put it the UFF down.
Jamming around like a joyous rasta earlie on, i didnt even know who he was.
I just Noticed and acknowledged the vibe.
When I heard that voice... I KNEW who he was.
and I NOTICED the vibe.
Throughout the night, In the back of my head:
Thoughts of Brasil.
This is the kind of thing to record and bring with.
Share with the homies.
I remember thinking like this when i was there... making memories, taking pics, to share when i got home. Its SO funny to be thinking like that around....
It gives me the feeling that I have truly planted roots...
Now I am going back to water them.
Growing into The World.
Eventually, I would like to spend a few months out of the year there.
January through March... New Years, Folio, Carnaval Season.... Tatu season.
The end of Rainy season... Beginning of Summer time...
New life.
Energy.
Rebirth/Regeneration.
Productivity.
Beauty.
Inspiration.
-T.S.
Thurs
02/07/08
Among all the regular homies... The B-Boys. The cuties... The MC's and Dj's, Banding on canvas... I had a special surprise--
Got to see Natasha, and catch up with Brenna.
Both old, but ooooh so good freinds from back in the day... ack in the crazy days.
Two new strong leads!!
Brenna wants a virgin Mary, and freind Ashley left me with a research mission to find out more about "Quan Yin" for a backpiece.
Dropped the thesis on the both of them, prompted by Brenna's bragging on my behalf (I love old freinds!!! They remember me from when I was smart... lol;) For reciprocity's sake, I cant pass the chance to brag on how sweet and innocent and cuuuute Brenna was back in the day!!
I remember when she first tried to come into Fascinations when I worked there, i almost had to turn her around. She represents all of the "sugar" in the "everything nice" that girls are ;)
Ashly expressed that she wanted a backpied, but she wanted it to be sexy.
Couldn't resist laying it on her three-prong thesis style...
To be expanded upon soon... that thesis...
But I'd much rather just show you :)
Much more on that later.
Tasha.
As soon as I came in the club, trying to make my way to the dance floor, I excused my way past a cute little petite in a wooly cap.
Nonchalant you know, "your cute, but get out of my way" kind of "ill talk to you later sorta vibe."
Tasha turned around and would have whupped my ass if she wasnt so happy to see me.
Tasha used to be our collective party mom. She is the shit.
Provider for the entire East Valley's hodgepodge clan of outcast 2nd gen AZ and AZN immigrants trying to make names, and lives for ourselves. Through positive means or otherwise...
She will ramble for hours on how I used to come to her house and go straight for fridge or the candy bowl. How I had to carry her from a party once... how, somehow, she in turn still had to drive, as she was still, miraculously, the best off of all of us...
And rattle off similarly affectionate stories and profiles for any of the umpteen other of us that used to crash out on her floor after prties, before parties, between parites, between apartments, or when kicked out of parent's house.
MAD love for Natasha!!
Abstract Rude (link)
Put it the UFF down.
Jamming around like a joyous rasta earlie on, i didnt even know who he was.
I just Noticed and acknowledged the vibe.
When I heard that voice... I KNEW who he was.
and I NOTICED the vibe.
Throughout the night, In the back of my head:
Thoughts of Brasil.
This is the kind of thing to record and bring with.
Share with the homies.
I remember thinking like this when i was there... making memories, taking pics, to share when i got home. Its SO funny to be thinking like that around....
It gives me the feeling that I have truly planted roots...
Now I am going back to water them.
Growing into The World.
Eventually, I would like to spend a few months out of the year there.
January through March... New Years, Folio, Carnaval Season.... Tatu season.
The end of Rainy season... Beginning of Summer time...
New life.
Energy.
Rebirth/Regeneration.
Productivity.
Beauty.
Inspiration.
-T.S.
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