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Spring Break 2012

Posted in Dermagraphology, Rancid Recollections with tags , , , on March 26, 2012 by A lo Hawk

Pursuant to my 2012 resolutions, I took two short road trips during spring break.


Back in February I visited a doctor in Durango who approved my paperwork for a medical marijuana card for treating symptoms of Lyme disease.

(You may recall Alohawk contracted Lyme disease from a tick bite while hiking the Appalachian Trail in 2008.)

I had not received my card from the state but my authorized paperwork allowed me to buy medicine for 35 days so I needed an excuse to go back to Durango to stock up.

(Grand Junction shut down all of their dispensaries last year.)

In February I also visited a highly recommended tattoo artist named Matt and described for him my idea for a mayan calendar inspired tattoo.

(Your Flesh is an ornately decorated studio on the second floor overlooking downtown mainstreet.)

I scheduled a four hour block of needle time with Matt which turned out to be one of the most enjoyable sessions I have had in nearly forty hours of needle experience.

(While in town I stopped by the dispensary for some edibles to use on my next trip.)


My long time running buddy had insisted we register for the Canyonlands Half Marathon. I had not entered a road race in years so I was reluctant at first. However, the gorgeous and fast course along the Colorado River finally convinced me.

(The downhill course cuts through a dramatic red rock canyon before turning towards the finish in downtown Moab.)

We met in Grand Junction and drove to a nice campsite along the river only a few miles from Moab.  As we set up our tents we noticed the wind was going to be a pestering annoyance.

(When we returned from check-in we found our tents mangled and our sleeping bags covered in a thick layer of fine red dust.)

Ed’s neighbors and  frequent training partners had made the trip over from the front range and, as they did the previous year, rented a condo and gathered for dinner. We met them at the Red Cliffs Lodge where we had drinks on the spacious patio with impressive views of the stark spires of the Fisher Towers.

(Ed and I had hiked the Fisher Towers trail earlier in the day.)

On race day we awoke early and headed to a cozy bakery for a pre-race meal of cinnamon buns and coffee. We had plenty of time to walk over to the finish area and hop aboard a bus to the start of the race.

(While waiting amongst huge boulders in the start area trying to stay out of the chilly wind, we ate a granola bar made with hash oil.)

As race time approached, everyone crowded into the road which provided welcome warmth, cameraderie and protection from the wind.

(A rare, pre-race calm settled over me as I began to feel the effects of the spiked bar.)

After two impatient miles stuck shuffling behind large pace group herds, I finally broke away onto open road where I found my fellow road dog at the water station.

(I began ramping up the pace as I felt myself flying between sun and shadow, wind swirling at me from every direction, my path an asphalt strip between mighty red walls bisected by the muddy river.)

The course emerged from the canyon and turned into a headwind along the main road into Moab. Automobile and race traffic was nominally separated by traffic cones.

(At one point a house on a wide-load trailer unexpectantly passed close to my left shoulder.)

After the race, Ed and I mooched a hot tub and shower before enjoying a catered dinner in the condo’s courtyard with the entire front range crowd.

(Like true camper trash, we returned to our dust filled tents and I spent a miserable night with a shirt over my face to keep from choking on the dust in the everpresent wind battering my shelter.)

The next morning, before returning home, we desparately needed a reinvigorating breakfast experience. We made one more visit to a Moab cafe where a temporary power outage delayed our gastric gratification slightly.

(Thus concludes my chronicle of a 51 year old pre-apocalyptic american male on spring break in 2012.)


Steal Your Face

Posted in Dermagraphology with tags on February 17, 2010 by A lo Hawk

Illustrated Man Series

The disjointed ink history of tattoo enthusiast and collector–

Tatec the Tolerant

Chapter Two: Steal Your Face

The year is 1994 and Tatec has recently relocated to the land of grunge music and neo-primitive body modification.

The previous decade has witnessed an explosion in the popularity of body art and Tatec has decided to commission a new piece of dermal decoration.

He sketched out a design which commemorates his union with his life partner. This partnership is portrayed by the intersection of two spheres of personality:

The male personality is represented by a modified version of the psychedelic Steal Your Face graphic. The female personality is embodied by a yellow rose and stem twisted into the letter ‘S’.

Tatec began buying tattoo porn mags (‘Skin & Ink’, ‘Tattoo Revue’, etc.) and he located all the shops in the city. One day, as he was riding along the popular Burke-Gilman bike trail, he detoured to recon T-n-T Tattoos on the north side of town.

As he rolled up, he spied a heavily-inked-biker-dude languidly smoking a cigarette outside the shop. His name was ‘JJ’, one of three artists who worked there.

Tatec presented his sketch and made an appointment to return in a few days. At the next meeting, he and his spouse approved the design and scheduled needle time for the following Friday afternoon.

They were extremely excited as the hour approached. The three hour ink session injected them both with a physical and mental buzz which lasted for days.

The finished product, adorning the right shoulder, was bold and bright.  For weeks, Tatec shamelessly wore sleeveless shirts so he could flash his new tat.


The Scratch

Posted in Dermagraphology with tags on February 3, 2010 by A lo Hawk

Illustrated Man Series

The disjointed ink history of tattoo enthusiast and collector —

Tatec the Tolerant

Chapter One: The Scratch

In 1986, a SingleWhiteMaleUrbanProfessional was sent to a coastal shipyard town on a corporate boondoggle. He was a brash young man determined to permanently stamp his male identity on his skin.

At night, he cruised the seedy side of old town looking for the neon lights of skin canvas art shops. In his hand was a sketch of overlapped astronomical symbols scrawled on scrap paper.

He hesitated anxiously before entering the dim den emitting a menacing metallic buzzing. He saw walls covered with exotic symbols, cartoon figures, nautical themes.

The old flesh buzzard, his eyes cloudy with cataracts, lazily jackhammered jagged lines of black ink into the young man’s pale loins. The resulting epidermal stain resembled asymetric circles intersecting off axis.

The freshly marked man, feeling vaguely violated, returned home the conflicted owner of his very own ‘Scratch’.


Posted in Dermagraphology, Dulcet Tomes, Enigmatic Corporatic, Hip Histrionics, Insipid Manifestos, Maudlin Missives, Mental Laxatives, Rancid Recollections, Snark File, Trail Tales, Trivial Lists, Zealous Illucidations on October 8, 2009 by A lo Hawk

CDT PTSD — Continental Divide Trail Post Traumatic Stress Diary

Dermagraphology — History of the art that is fit to ink on skin

Dulcet Tomes — The Soft Underbelly

Enigmatic Corporatic — Reworked content from THE CORPORATION at large

Hip Histrionics — Riffs on Pop Culture

Insipid Manifestos — Ode to the Lobe

Maudlin Missives & Mellow Musings

Mental Laxatives — Brain Drano

My Narcissisms — Its all about ME, MY, MINE!

Rancid Recollections — The stories of my life

Snark File — Rated H.T.O.C. (High Tolerance for Offensive Content)

Trail Tales — The Long Strange Trip

Trivial Lists — …and a 1 and a 2 and a 3…

Uncatagorized, Declassified, Substandardized

Zealous Illucidations — Supernatural Ding Dong