09 April 2005

the hair affair

already, on a saturday morning, i've dropped off some dry cleaning (the bane of my clotheshorse existence, since magnified after slow accumulation of a signficant dry-clean-only portion of the wardrobe, necessitated by the "professional dress code"), which hopefully, will be ready by 4pm; i've gotten 2 loads of laundry done and am working on #3 (which includes, as i'm sure the readership is clawing themselves with curiosity, towels, sheets, pillowcases, and my white coat), showered and dressed myself (all by myself and i didn't cry when i shampooed), and washed the dishes in the sink. that's some fuckin' efficiency.

in a couple hours i will be having a hair affair. apparently this is when you've been loyal to your stylist for some time, but for one reason or another (this particular reason being that eunice had another baby and is busy being a mom and has told the salon that "she doesn't know if she's coming back.. yet"), the aforementioned stylist is unavailable and one is forced to choose a new stylist. i have no salon loyalty (only to the stylist), and as such i have no intention to go back to cha cha if eunice ain't there. this being said, my last haircut was in 2004 and suffice to say, i've become a bit shaggy. it's time shear the locks. working in a hospital/clinic all day long, it becomes a bit unwieldy (and unprofessional-looking) to have a floppy moppy hairdo. not to mention it's quite annoying, constantly brushing your hair out of your face. and i have no intention of being one of those ponytail-professionals. helllll no.

i'm going to some aveda salon down on atwood which comes highly recommended (i was told to go to the stylist named willow, who i'm told has trained at the vidal sassoon academy in london, but alas, she was booked all weekend, and i need a cutting STAT) from some friends. elisha, a graduate of the madison cosmetology college (located in illustrious westgate mall), will be my ~~surgeon~~ stylist.

it's a spring ritual of sorts. the weather gets warmer, the hair gets longer, the head gets hotter, the patience wears thinner, and then i go in and get it chopped. how short, i haven't yet decided. but there will be pictures. so just you wait. unless it looks like crap, in which case i will delete this post, pretend that none of this ever happened (except the laundry bit), and hibernate until the hair grows itself out again. which, in my case, will be a few weeks.

*murakami update: i've finished "the wind-up bird chronicle." epically excellent, i'd say. i'm now about halfway through "the house of god", which is an incredibly cynical story about life as an intern, to the point where it almost seems realistic and honest. it also features a good deal of gratuitous sex, which is described in a most medical and unerotic fashion. typical.

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ough crap. I was at the bookstore trying to spend a gift card yesterday & totally forgot about your recommendation. I got Blood Meridian instead, which I think will be great, but still - damnit.

dropped by The Metaphysician on 09 April, 2005 12:29 [*]

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I didn't like HoG that much. Still, it kinda makes you want to be a psychiatrist...

mike

dropped by Anonymous on 10 April, 2005 17:07 [*]

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how is the hair ( bear bunch)???

dropped by ye ole vinegar soaked manacles of doom! on 12 April, 2005 09:55 [*]

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drop some science: