I know you've all been sorely missing a post from the ladies, while we've just been sore; skin-wise, at the boys, at too many unaccounted-for possessions not fitting in a pinche minivan, and at the stupid, stupid snow! We're on the road now (actually in bed watching Metalocalypse at the Comfort Inn), but posting retroactively, and also briefly. It's late and I want to go to bed!
Friday Lee and I got our crew's requisite anchor tattoos; variations on the publisher's mark of Aldus Manutius, an Italian credited with the invention of italics, the modern use of the semi-colon, and precursor to paperback books. The anchor and "dolphin" (yep, that's a dolphin) symbol comes from an older Roman coin associated with the term, Festina Lente; to make haste slowly. This term might somewhat apply to the way we packed up our lives in New York, but more on that next time.
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Lisa contemplates the pain of her upcoming rib tattoo.
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nice anchors, ladies! i am now officially caught up on all your blogposts. impressed? or freaked?
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