It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. That will change soon. I’m still Rollin, albeit slowly, but still …
Today is the last numerically repeating date we’ll see in our lifetimes: 12/12/12, so I thought I’d invite all to join in the celebration of this unique day by re-posting your first Instagram photograph along with the tag #My_First_Instagram. Many have already posted to the #My_First_Instagram tag-room gallery, and your photo re-post contribution, whether you get to it today or not, will be a wonderful addition to the gallery.
Just for fun, I’ll be posting #My_First_Instagram at 12:12:12 today, making my mark with Milo a consecutive 6 pack of 12′s: 12/12/12 at 12:12:12.
Here’s #My_First_Instagram and a few IG posts leading up to today ~
This is an Instagram post from a friend, who posted her first Instagram yesterday, which was 12/12/12 in Australia.
“Ink” is putting pen to paper, an octopus defense, a nerdy stain on shirt pocket, and a tattoo. Not “the plane, the plane, boss!” Tattoo, but a permanent (as in forever, as some of us go) declaration of some vision to the world on your skin. Various cultures have practiced this art throughout history. Often, these markings proclaim identity, membership, and ideas. As I have grown, my identity, my membership, and my ideas have evolved. Endurance, survival, and wisdom can be gained from such evolution. As an undergrad dressed in Ralph Lauren attire, I would have shuddered, condescendingly, at an arm with ink. In medical school, I was purely concerned with the physiological results of tattooing, the histology, the complications. In residency and private practice, tattoos were “O.K.” on others, but NOT on me. On and on, ideas evolve. Continue reading →