the hair is okay... it is everywhere. it is on the floor, it is in the cracks of the table, on the seat, in liquids, on that towel in the drawer. it sticks to all utensils in the hands of the barber. He still does the best job of them all. He is a good one. He works quickly, quietly. And he also listened to my request to be honest with my hair. I know I am losing it. I am not going to hide it by him letting a strand longer and putting it into some strange spin. I am not that kind of guy.
I sometimes would not say anything, just go home and cut it off. Just like that.
Cut.
My hair used to be long. I had it cut shorter in Toronto, after we knew that we would go home to a different New York.
"You look like a real person." Chris said when he first saw me...
The hair then got only shorter...
It is not really about the hair, now is it?... or is it?...
the weekend was a fiasco... this week will be a fantastic one...
I have to promise this to myself, or I will go insane.
Each piece of hair does contain the complete genetic information, does it?
yes, thousand of strands, each containing the mind boggling complex code that is you will be swept up with the codes of many others and deposited in a can, which will later be deposited in a dumpster and eventually delivered to New Jersey. The NJ dump will have more personal information on you than any marketing company could ever hope to gather.
Giant genetic databanks all around the major American Cities... wow...
Unrelated to hair, but related to your sidebar on the iPod's battery life... I thought you might be interested to read this.
thanks
I actually had to reduce the saturation of the reds and yellows a small amount in Photoshop (-12 for each in a Hue & Saturation adjustment layer) because the shot was a little too warm straight out of the camera (white balance was set to cloudy), and then it was sharpened a touch after being reduced to this size. No other adjustments were made.