Tattoos Are Addictive ![]() OK; I must admit that there is no scientific proof that they are, however there have been several studies (seriously) that have shown that like Lays potato chips, it's hard to stop at just one. I didn't want to jump on the band wagon back when Jonny Depp inked "Winona Forever" on his arm. He's since altered it to " Wino Forever", so I decided instead to brand myself. 24 year old logic.... A few years later, I did get a Celtic band around my arm and then another tattoo on my shoulder, a "Kanji" that reads persevere/Never Give Up (which I had a Japanese friend who was well versed the form draw up for me) on my calf. And then there's the collection of tats on my right calf in honor of all the marathons and Ultra's I've ran, around a dozen at this point. I've got some pirate Jolly Rogers and a pair across my chest; the first in Latin translates to "Misery Loves Company", followed below by "I am the company misery loves" And of course I can't forget my "anarchy" tattoo or my personal Jolly Roger of sorts of three swords encircling a flame. Then there's the fairly extensive pirate ship on my thigh. I'm sure I'm forgetting one or two or more. Yep, I've got a bit more than a few. Recent Additions![]() What's In a Name? I earned my "Playa name", a name reserved to use at Burning Man , a couple of years back, because of my sometimes extreme behavior. I ran the 50k race out there that year, so I'm sure that helped out, as did my penchant for rum. I ended up getting hooked on Hunter S. Thompson as I decided to do some research on the words origin and usage. Definition of gonzo
Persistence of Memory
Mine is waning, however that wasn't the impetus behind inking Dali's art on my wrist. I have always worn a watch. But lately, I've found myself looking at my smart phone instead of my wrist. And I'm old school as it were. Wrist watches are going the way of pocket watches that they replaced. But I've always loved Dali and that image is one of my favorites.
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![]() The Ides of March I won't get into the historical significance of my title, I just like the way it sounds. Although I could probably somehow weave Caesar's assassination into the narrative. It's been a rough month, mentally, physically, emotionally etc. etc. Not as bad as Caesar's. I told you I could weave it in... I did make it to the coast for a camping trip on Cumberland Island which would have been lovely if I had only known then that I was allergic to picaridin the "less" toxic alternative to DEET; unless, of course, you happen to be allergic to picaridin; then not such a good alternative. I also realized how out of shape I've become. It probably didn't help matters that a few days before the trip, I decided to make a new concrete base for a sculpture we own and then move the 300 pound base and couple hundred pound sculpture. I sort of figured that because I am supposed to be doing "strongman" training that it was sort of like a work-out; talk about putting the cart before the horse.... I bought some (too many) bikes I can't ride because of their inherent technical difficulty. I had "projects" that I at least temporarily put on the back burner. I bought an aquarium, or two or three. None which are easy to set up or maintain which I discovered after the fact. I got some new tattoos. I actually did some paying union film/TV work. Then I decided to fly down to New Orleans to escape The Carny Lifestyle I've always thought of myself as having a kinship to "carnies", those folk who travel and work at carnivals and festivals. It's got similarities to working in the film business and it's got plenty of differences. I got to experience both when a good friend of mine, Charlie Smith invited me,(helped rescue me from the emotional quagmire I was in) to go down and help him and his crew out at the Okeechobee Music Festival. Where Does the Time Go?
I haven't posted in a while. Partly because I haven't had the time, but also because I get overwhelmed with keeping this blog up to date. The question becomes whether to do a watered-down version of the past few months to catch up to the here and now, or to just start afresh. Decisions, Decisions Derisions |
AuthorJon Danniells is an adventurer and traveler, a teacher and student, a husband and a father, a cook and a farmer, a "week-end warrior" (very amateur athlete) and has not earned any money on these labors of love.When I googled myself what showed up first was my IMDB listing, which is basically a resume for my 20 and then some year career in film, for which I fortunately do get paid. Archives
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