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March 1, 2003 02:07 PM
Haircuts are the kind of initimate detail that makes me want to read blogs. And they entice some of the more photo-reticent bloggers to post pictures of themselves. I have a new project where I'm trying to become aware of all the little details in my life that tend to disappear off my radar screen. Those lost hours of time . . . the money that just seems to disappear from my bank account . . . the habits that are so deeply ingrained that I don't usually notice them. At any given moment, I can't tell you when my last haircut was. And the Supercuts ladies always ask. So I lie. I say, "six weeks." Even though I know it's probably been longer than that. Fortunately, I've been getting cosmic wisdom from my Supercuts ladies lately. (I highly recommend the Supercuts at 18 Battery Street in San Francisco for both styling and enlightenment.) So last time I got a haircut, I wrote about it. Mid-September was my last haircut. FIVE AND A HALF MONTHS!!! I would never have guessed. I would have said three months at the outside. But see, I get my hair cut pretty short, and then it just grows forever and gets kind of long. And I guess it's just a detail I don't pay attention to. See how great blogs are for self-awareness? So when I got my haircut the other day, the Confucian Supercuts Wisdom bestowed upon me was as follows: "Some people look really funny when their hair gets long." (Pause.) "You should really keep your hair short." So this is my reminder to myself. Supercuts and I have a date in mid-April. |
Cyn
March 2, 2003 03:00 PM You should not encourage me! My hair is like, all I post about now. I'm obsessed with it. It's just such a good haircut, I can't help it!
bran
March 2, 2003 09:01 PM it is good to be one with your follicle self. seek the middle means, young grasshopper. honor your hair. it is one with you.
Tracy
March 3, 2003 10:10 AM That was priceless. I laughed out loud. I'll go for months without getting my hair cut, too. It's just that I fear a bad hair cut. When I was in high school, i would break out in big splotchy hives all over my face if I got a bad hair cut. So, not only did I go to school the next day with awful hair but I was big splotchy red faced girl. The more to make fun of. *sigh*
vince
March 3, 2003 12:20 PM I think I saw you yesterday walking down Hartford in the Castro... IF it was you, the cut looked great. HUGS |
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