(still beats a curtain)
That sexy, sexy hunk of limb there, friends, is my left arm and hand which, as you may notice, are covered in multi-coloured scrawled words. I use this arm to plan work as I’m working, and so everything is in shorthand: the vertical block on my wrist that reads ‘ICS, ME, ME, OE, NT, CRIT’ is the order in which I planned to work on my various modules – Intellectual and Cultural Sources, Middle English, etc. – that day. I like using my arm to write on because it’s permanent, but not too permanent: these notes will be with me all day and are impossible to lose, but they’ll rub off under a shower (which is why there are a few faded lists on the back of my hand).
It’s also very easy to write on one’s arm, and it serves like a whiteboard, a place to make a note of something quickly without having to permanently mark a piece of paper: the green list reads ‘ACCEPTANCE, REGRET, FEAR’ and is my list of themes to look out for when reading Inferno, themes that I decided upon on a whim, and so scribbled onto my arm.
I know that paper is a thing, as are notes on computers and phones, but I have this odd fascination with writing everything by hand, and wanting all of my revision materials literally to hand, so coded semi-tattoos are a pretty good idea as far as I can tell.
Although now you know that if I meet up with you and my arm’s full of notes, it probably means I’ve not showered in a week. Balls.