la_belle_laide | The Uncertainty Principle and the whim-whams

Last year, on January first, I wrote: "A still more glorious dawn awaits, not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise: A morning filled with four hundred billion suns. The rising of the Milky way.

And, next? Well, to complete what I began, all of it. Novel, black belt, the queries, publication, Japan, school, and a small person, eventually. But more immediately I really want a couple of tattoos. Not because it's the end of a decade or anything, just because I want them. Besides, I have never really thought much of New Years. Chinese New Year, that's what I'm into, and so also in the closer future is that trip to Chinatown next month. Oh, the tattoos? I want:
Heisenberg's uncertainty equation, A Feynman diagram, a simple broadsword with lehua flowers around it, and a dog paw print, an iguana foot print, and a bird footprint. All small, and all on the wrists, I think.

Two of those, I did. I got something published. A Tiny Story of course, but getting chosen = getting chosen, and by the way? The story was called The Uncertainty Principle.

The reason that meant so much to me was, well for one thing, it is nice to be chosen out of thousands, no matter how small. Sometimes tiny things are harder to accomplish and more meaningful; think of haiku. And also, the part I never really mentioned? Was that when Joe did the video asking for drawings to accompany the Tiny Story, he said, "...a story by the writer, Jules KD." I've always self identified as "the writer," but I've never really heard it said of me before. My balls grew three sizes that day. "The writer, Jules KD." Heh. ^_^

I also mentioned in the past (in entries I don't want to search for or read right now,) that my Dad's sort of motto was always, "You never know." The way he lived was to just do whatever, to do things, and to enjoy yourself as much as you could, because you never know what comes next. And he would tell these horror stories about young people getting suddenly squashed by falling cement, or run over by trucks, etc. to demonstrate that, Hey, you never know. He meant it in a cheerful way, after all.

To me, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle was always the universe's way of saying the exact same thing. You can know the location of something. You can know its momentum. But you can never know both at the same time, and that has nothing to do with our proficiency (or lack thereof) of measuring devices. Nature just plays it close to the vest. You literally never know. in the world of electrons, if you know how fast something is moving, there's no way to find out if it's right on top of you, or if it's on the other side of the galaxy. If you know where it is, you have no way of knowing hos fast it's going to get from there to here. And if you want to get macro about it, you can't ever tell how fast something is coming at you until it's there.

And time is slippery anyway.

So the point of this is to say that I got two things done that I said I would, and the second one is just under the wire of the new year:

The guy who did it was super nice. The whole thing took about five minutes, another dude there recorded it for me, and it hardly hurt at all. It felt sort of like when my dogs accidentally scratch me. People had told me that the wrist is a harsh place for a first tattoo but I was like, "If it doesn't hurt worse than broken ribs or a knee aspiration, I think I'll live." And after the first few seconds, you kind of stop feeling it anyway.

This was actually kind of random today, too. I woke up with a case of the whim-whams, decided to go out paradin', (thanks, Hard Day's Night,) and just ended up at Top Hat Tattoo as it was opening. I had the formula printed out but I thought maybe I'd just look at his work and make an appointment. Then he said, "Wow, you never see girls coming in for tattoos alone," and I said, "Well I'm here, so let's go." ^_^ These are the kinds of whim-whams I get. At least I don't wake up married, or in subways or anything. ^_^

Then I went to buy FFXIII for my new PS3 that my crazy Mom got me for the holiday. And I realize I haven't done my yuletide entry yet with its vids and pics, and I will, I will get right on that (I know you're all riveted,) and hopefully I will post it today. There were two yuletide days, and both were surprisingly merry. I didn't think I could be happy this holiday, but I kinda was anyway.

But before then I wanted to share exactly why Tiny Stories meant so much to me, why what Wirrow and Joe did meant so much to me, and of course to show off my new thingie-thing and explain why it was so necessary. :D

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JEALOUS, I freaking love the tattoo! (jealous because every time I get off my ass to get one something happens, like my damned car breaking down, that stops me).

I like your dad's way of thinking. It's always been the way I view the world, just kinda' enjoy yourself and try not to let fear or whatever stop you from trying things because you don't know when your time's up. :)

GAHH. Well maybe it's a sign that it's not supposed to happen yet. I had to wait so long because I couldn't spare the time to let it heal while I was in school and up to my elbows in massage oil, using my hands all day, washing my hands every half hour, etc. So I knew I'd be getting one between school and my state boards exam.

That exactly sums up my Dad's philosophy. He really lived without fear because he knew it was pointless, and he wanted everyone else to be the same way. He didn't understand the idea of fretting about something that hadn't happened yet.

I still try to be like that, but it's tough, when you learn for real how sudden things are. It's just like he always said. So I think when I start to get all fretty, maybe I'll take a look at the tattoo and go, "You never know, so just forget about it for now."

You know, i get asked about tattoo pain fairly frequently by strangers (in summer, when ppl can see my arms), and i have to say, i always tell people, "I've had dates that hurt worse than a tattoo." Even when it's "bad," it's just not that bad.

Love it! Congrats again, a million times over, on the tiny story. What a thrill!

Too right you are! It really just feels the same as when I scratched myself on a thorn yesterday. It was so not a big deal. I will take it any day over a sore throat, bee sting, or upset stomach, tbh, or even over something mildly annoying.

Thank you, and thank you again! Soon my balls will be big enough and I'll go back to querying. Soon. :)

To put it simply, I adore you and admire you, Jules. I love the tattoo! I've been wanting one for the past year, especially on my wrist. Dunno what it will be yet. I'm so indecisive.

SHEL, the feeling is so mutual. Love you! Can't wait to see you again!

I was indecisive for a long time, too. But this is just what I wanted! :D

Screw me sideways. That was me, Shelby, totally forgetting to sign my entry. GAHHH~

hey K!

to have something that means enough to you to want to tattoo it on yourself is something i'm jealous of! i can never make my mind up.

good luck with your finals. i think that's what they are. how time blody well flies.

take care.

FASC
xo

*waves* to solly dick.

Hi FASC! The tattoo does mean so much to me. I really love it. ^_^

Thanks for the luck, I need it. I'm long past finals. This is my state boards test coming up in two days. YIKES. :)

sorry K, i am a little behind then, haha! it's not called the same thing here as far as i know. that's my excuse anyway.

good luck (again) and take care. xo

blody = bloody

grrrrr. fucking typos.

Dude, physics tattoos? That's kinda hot.

Thank you. :) I need a few more.

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