Herb Shows Potential for Rheumatoid Arthritis
Study compares ancient remedy to modern drug, but not the most common, experts say
By Jennifer Thomas
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“Around 1989, I went into the army after some trouble at home, and was stationed in Germany for a while. After I got out, I started teaching myself to tattoo for about two years. This tattoo, of the muscled man with the small head, is one that I did myself. It was one of my first ones ever. I was about twenty at the time. Read the rest of this entry »
I got this tattoo about four days ago, but it’s been a long time in coming. I am twenty years old, but I feel so much older. It has been a hard life.
This tattoo says my name, Dominguez, in a custom script that a friend of mine came up with. I met him in art class a long time ago and he is an aspiring tattoo artist and has been sketching forever. Read the rest of this entry »
“Cara’s got some major ink – 18 tats to be exact. And she ain’t stoppin’ there. The really cool part? She’s also an NYC school teacher. If only my teachers had rocked that hard, I might have actually gone to class. Cara recently took some time to talk with me about her ink and the reactions she’s gotten on the job. What she has to say is definitely worth a read, no doubt. ”
– Justin Pelegano
INKEDblog: You got your first tat at 16…what was the occassion?
Cara: My best friend and I were the “bad ass” kinda Catholic school girls that hung with these skeevy dudes that knew how to tattoo so we decided to get tattooed in her boyfriend’s bedroom one day. I sat backwards on a chair and held onto a baseball bat while they smoked cigarettes and watched me get my “sweet tribal” which was oh so cool in ‘96. It was above my ass and I thought I was the hottest with my new tatt and Jnco’s. (I have since covered it). I got the whole tattoo and I was pretty proud because when it came to be my friend’s turn she got 2 lines and then chickened out. Read the rest of this entry »
Once upon a time, in a sixth form far away there was a gothic (SOAP) and a boy who thought wearing bowties to school was cool (Orko), they’d known of each other since the second year of secondary school. But they’d never hung out even though they were both considered a bit too (insert naïve confused adjective here) by the rest of the school. So skip a few years, shake off some angst, let the jeans get baggy, start skateboarding together and flavour with hiphoppunkcountrybreakbeatdiscodrum’n’bassfolkfusion. Read the rest of this entry »