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Greetings Tattoo Tribe Members,

Welcome to the eighth edition of the Tattoo Tribe Newsletter! We now have over 5900 members!

Have we fallen off the face of the planet?

The answer is no we haven't, it only feels that way! In answer to the many inquiries about what The Vanishing Tattoo crew has been up to since September, let me start by offering our apologies. We haven't stopped running around since returning from Borneo in October. Not an excuse, simply an explanation.

Vince and Jack, our Director, got back from Borneo on October 9th, 2002 after six weeks in the jungle. Vince then ran the Royal Victoria Marathon on October 13th because he'd promised a friend of his he would. Of course, Vince felt a strange need to do it a brand new pair of Dayton's, a Vanishing Tattoo T-shirt and a kilt.

Tom travelled from Borneo to Australia and New Zealand to visit old friends and returned to Vancouver two weeks later.

Then the crew started editing the film, The Vanishing Tattoo. They whittled 40 hours of footage down to fifty minutes.

Vince and Tom flew to Los Angeles for a week in November to promote the book on Celebrity Tattooing, Tattoo Nation, and Vince broke his second metatarsal in his left foot on the same trip in a bizarre altercation with a "paparazzi photographer". Poor Vince couldn't run for SIX WEEKS! The trip's only saving grace was the chance to drink martini's with Skin & Ink's Editor-in-Chief, Bob Baxter.

Oh yeah, and on November 1st, Vince moved from the West End of Vancouver to Kits.

Vince, Jack and co-writer PJ Reece flew to New Zealand for two weeks in November and December to work on the rough-cut of the film. They worked every day they were there, twelve to fourteen hours a day.

Vince and Tom loved their kilts so much in Borneo that they started a "Men in Kilts" night in Vancouver. Vince was honoured to be Utilikilts.com "Utilikiltarian of the Month" in November. He still likes being addressed as "Mr. November".

Everyone was home for Christmas and a well deserved break... of two or three days. Then it was back to work on the next phase of the film, the first fine-cut.

Tom went to Mexico for a week because he hadn't seen the sun in two months.

In early January, Vince flew to Washington, DC to serve as an "expert" tattoo witness on behalf of the Teamsters in a labour arbitration case they have against UPS. UPS fired one of their drivers for having a tattooed forearm, saying it was "unprofessional and un-businesslike". We always thought you couldn't be either a Teamster or a truck-driver unless you had a tattoo!

The Vanishing Tattoo is on schedule to be completed by March. We promise to keep you posted.

Whew! That brings us up to speed. Vince and I have fielded so many requests for Vanishing Tattoo gear that we've been working hard to make them available to our loyal supporters. Some of it will be available by Mail Order and much more will be available on CafePress.com Take a look for this new feature in the next Newsletter!

Sorry for the delays in the Newsletter and thank you again for caring so much that you complain when you don't hear from us!

Your editor,
Doug Cook


Vince Hemingson
Vince Hemingson Borneo behind the scenes

The average temperature during the Borneo shoot was 35 degrees centigrade, although on two days it got as high as 40 degrees and the hottest day was 41 degrees. I know this, because I had a thermometer with me in my survival kit.

Poisonous scorpions and centipedes are a part of life in Borneo and one of the reasons, other than the ever-present risk of flooding during the rainy season, that the Iban longhouses are built on stilts above the ground. One afternoon during the shoot as the crew was lounging about the longhouse after lunch, a black scorpion the size of a small lobster tumbled out of the rafters and fell just a few feet from the crew. Danah, one of our Iban guides killed it quickly, but it took several whacks on an inch thick pole to finish it off. Danah said they killed all the scorpions around the longhouse as their stings were very dangerous to the children and old people.

One day while out hiking up to a series of waterfalls I brushed up against a log and was instantly covered with hundreds and hundreds of red fire ants. I stripped off my clothes as quickly as possible, leaping up and down like a cat on a hot tin roof. Fortunately I was close enough to the stream to jump in. I ended up with hundreds of bites that quickly turned into a rash of hives that covered all of my right arm, upper body and back. Our Iban guides quickly headed me the 10 kilometres back to the longhouse at Emperan as my right arm went completely numb and I began to feel the effects, getting progressively more woozy. The old women at Emperan knew exactly what to do. They stripped off my shirt and washed me done with tuak, the potent local rice wine. Then they rubbed some kind of oil on me, which I had no idea what it was. But within minutes I began to feel better and within hours the hives and rash were gone.

Every longhouse that Thomas Lockhart and I travelled to along the Skrang was convinced that we must be WWF wrestlers. Watching wrestling on satellite TV is one of the favorite pastimes of the Iban and the whole longhouse will crowd together around the television set that gets it's electricity from a generator. The Iban will cheer wildly for their favorite wrestlers and boo and hiss at the villains! -- In fact, no matter how vociferously Thomas and I denied it, the Iban were convinced, in part because of our immense size in comparison to the average Iban, long hair and tattoos, that we must be wrestlers. They were quite disappointed when they finally accepted that Tom and I were not wrestlers. But they were even MORE disappointed to learn that wrestling was more entertainment than anything else. They wanted it to be fact and not fiction!

Because we were so much larger than most of the Iban, some of our hosts were reluctant to let us sit on their furniture because they were afraid we would break it!

On one of our days of shooting on the Skrang River, our Iban boat guides told us that no white men had been this far upriver in at least fifty years, which reminded just how remote our location was.

The Iban love their hunting dogs, but the dogs are left largely to fend for themselves. Once a day the dogs scramble madly to get their share of the leftover rice that the Iban dish out to them!

Some of the youngest children, under the age of six, who were not yet old enough to have travelled to the city, had to be told by their parents that the white men who had come to visit the longhouse were not ghosts or spirits who had come to eat them! But it explained why some of the children burst into tears and ran away crying when they saw us. As Eddie explained, "You're a very scary looking man, Vince!"

One night at three in the morning I had to answer the call of nature. The Longhouse at Lalang has indoor and out door plumbing. Wanting to be a good guest I elected to venture outside in the pitch black of night. Despite a full moon and the flickering light of glow-flies, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I of course forgot that the longhouse was sitting on stilts at least eight feet off the ground. When one foot ventured out into space and found nothing there, I made like a Romanian gymnast and did a one and a half gainer to the ground. Amazingly I actually landed on my feet, which sounds great until you realize they were covered with blisters and sun burnt from the day before. I bit down on the knuckles of one hand to keep from screaming like a school-girl and waking the entire longhouse.

I clambered back up the stairs, which is a whimsical description of a long log with notches cut into it. Of course it was slick with dew. My next fear was that once I assumed the position, ie, the longhouse squat, I'd never be able to get out of it and I'd be discovered in the morning by the grandmother who was worried about whether or not I was going to crush her house. She had nothing to worry about yet. So far it was the House 2, Vince 0. Fortunately I made it back to bed, or more accurately, my allocated spot on the floor. I could see that my bruises would soon have bruises.

The Iban will go to great lengths not to offend anyone or anything. If something bad happens to you, it must be because of something you have said or done. Their culture is full of elaborate rituals to appease and placate the spirits that surround them. Everything that happens in their world, happens for a reason. For example, the night before I had asked Ed where it was acceptable to commune with nature. He looked around and then asked what my belief system was. When in Rome... So Ed told me I could commune anywhere I wanted as long as I asked the forest first. I said I would be happy to, and would a tree be ok? An aghast Ed said that was the last place I should go. Intrigued I asked why? Ed patiently explained that the jungle was filled with spirits, many of them invisible to us. You asked the forest permission to pee in order to give the spirits an opportunity to move. Otherwise you might pee on a spirit that was invisible and sitting right in front of you and that was pretty much tantamount to the ultimate insult.

The torrential rains in Borneo can play havoc with the water levels of the rivers, causing them rise by many meters and surge over their banks within an astonishingly short period of time. As we struggled our way through one rapid, the stern of the long boat comes out of the water and the prop has no bite. We lose all forward thrust in the swift current. In an instant we are turned sideways and going backwards through the rapids. Sideways, I hasten to add. We only had six inches of freeboard to begin with and as the boat begins to tip over, the force of the water hitting it full on the side begins to drive it under and water pours over the down-current side. The boat driver is shouting orders in Iban. Thomas and I do not speak Iban. But we understand water pouring over the side. We scramble to the other side of the boat. Suddenly, the prop is back in the water and screaming at full throttle. We get pointed back up river and on our way.

The trip down river was somehow anti-climatic. I felt saddened that we were leaving. Riding with the current we moved at nearly twice the speed we had come up river. As we neared the spot where we had nearly capsized before, the boat driver called out loudly. "Bad Omen!" "Keep Silent!" Thomas looked around in bewilderment and called out loudly, "Where, where?" Edward David shushed Tom and we ran the spot in silence. Later Tom, who has competed around the world as a top pistol shot and as a result is slightly hard of hearing in one ear, confessed that he hadn't heard what the boat driver was saying. Tom thought he was saying, "Old Man, Beside Us!" Tom looked around in vain for an old man on the bank of the river to photograph... It turned out that the spot where we had nearly capsized had already claimed three boats and drowned two people already that year... 

Vince Hemingson
The Vanishing Tattoo
February, 2003

 

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Tribal Tattoo Trivia

Ötzi the Ice man

This frozen human was found in the Austrian Alps and dates to 5,300 years ago. His is the oldest tattooed body known. He has 57 tattoos, some of which appear to be for the treatment of arthritis in joints such as the ankles, knees and lower back.

 

Pazyryk Mummies 
(pazyryk culture)

These mummies were found in the High Altai Mountains of western and southern Siberia and date from around 2400 years ago. The tattoos on their bodies represent a variety of animals. The griffins and monsters are thought to have a magical significance but some elements are believed to be purely decorative. Altogether the tattoos are believed to reflect the status of the individual.

 

Tattooing in Ancient Greece and Rome

The Greeks learned tattooing from the Persians. Tattooing is mentioned in accounts by Plato, Aristophanes, Julius Caesar and Herodotus. Tattoos were generally used to mark slaves and punish criminals.

The Romans adopted tattooing from the Greeks. In the 4th century, the first Christian emperor of Rome banned the facial tattooing of slaves and prisoners. In 787, Pope Hadrian prohibited all forms of tattooing.

 

Tattooing in Central and South America

In Peru, tattooed Inca mummies dating to the 11th century have been found. In Mexico and Central America, 16th century Spanish accounts of Mayan tattooing reveal tattoos to be a sign of courage.

 

Tattooing in North America

In North America, early Jesuit accounts testify to the widespread practice of tattooing among Native Americans. Among the Chickasaw, outstanding warriors were recognised by their tattoos. Among the Ontario Iroquoians, elaborate tattoos reflected high status. In north-west America, Inuit women's chins were tattooed to indicate marital status and group identity.

 

Tattooing in France

In the 18th century, many French sailors returning from voyages in the South Pacific had been elaborately tattooed. In 1861, French naval surgeon, Maurice Berchon, published a study on the medical complications of tattooing. After this, the Navy and Army banned tattooing within their ranks.

 

Tattooing in England

In England, tattooing flourished in the 19th century and became something of a tradition in the British Navy. In 1862, the Prince of Wales received his first tattoo - a Jerusalem cross - after visiting the Holy Land. In 1882, his sons, the Duke of Clarence and the Duke of York (later King George V) were tattooed by the Japanese master tattooist, Hori Chiyo.

 

 

 

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