I had all sorts of things to post — parties with both Brian and Hima, talks with R, all sorts of items checked off my to-do list.

But, really, it probably came down to my Sunday haircut. I'm lazy and when we first moved here I found a barber shop open on Sundays in Sunnyvale. Sheer momentum has kept me going back, even though the quality of haircuts over the last 2 years has been completely uneven.

Sunday was no exception — the man was on a Bluetooth headset while he cut my hair. He didn't listen to anything I said and his questions were cursory at best — he started by combing my hair and by parting it on the wrong side. I had to quickly correct him. Isn't this someting you should notice? To be fair, we started with 'a trim, take off the sideburns, not a ton off the top but trim the sides.' After I made him go back and shave the back of my head some more, the following photo is where we landed:

totally suspect

Now it isn't awful, true. But: 1. he left the sideburns. After I asked twice to take them off. 2. He trimmed around my ears for no apparent reason. Seriously, you can see that gap — it's not natural. 3. My bangs and top are a bit uneven and messy.

It's fine; goodness knows things change and hair grows out. But annoying nonetheless.

I did get to talk to a hot Brazilian girl afterwards, at the pool. She is staying in my complex, in a studio with her ex-bf and his mother. Figure that one out. She didn't speak English very well and I almost told her to stop by my apartment when she couldn't handle that living situation. I wussed out, though I did tell her I needed to make her a martini (when she seemed extremely confused by the notion of an olive in a drink).

You know why I love blogging? I can make my life sound totally insane without even trying.

Reed and I are tooling around the dairy aisle of the grocery store when he points and exclaims in a very loud voice: “Look, Dad! There’s another bald man!” At which point, everybody in the vicinity starts laughing.

things i am happy about:
jelly donut cupcakes frosted with confectioners powdered sugar,
learning to play the drums in rock band,
watching episodes of buffy the vampire slayer with my girlfriend on the phone watching the same thing a few hundred miles away.
(i thought i hated this show after the first season, but i've really enjoyed season two and beyond)

things i am unhappy about:
my laptop giving up the ghost today,
the feeling that no matter what happens in the primary tomorrow our politics will still suck,
waiting for my current employer to approve my contract while i'm still putting in hours.
(i really like my colleagues and the project, but i have growing resentment about the organization)

things i am neutral about (or just don't care):
microsoft/yahoo acquisition talk of any kind,
my inner curmudgeon growing stronger every day,
the super bowl now that it's over.
(watching with friends and making micro-bets while cheering against the patriots (just for the sake of spoiling the record season) was amusing though)

I forgot to post this last week when I got new glasses. I guess it isn't that notable, but it's an easy post to throw up this morning. Yeah, I'm lazy.

My other glasses are so old, I can't remember when I got them. It must have been college. I know these are the first ones I have bought for myself, so they are at least that old. That's sad. And long overdue. Now you may begin the mocking. And I will go back to working on a longer post that I have put off for 6 months now.

April just wrote about her new haircut. And I mentioned mine previously. But in reading about April's experience, where she was organized to take in a photo of herself, I realized I needed to share this haircut with all of you who haven't seen me in the last 2.5 weeks.

People have commented on this haircut like no other. Generally by saying, "Nice haircut." To which I scoff — I can't tell if they are sincere or not. And it doesn't matter, as I dont find it to be a nice haircut. Because I'm still annoyed over its length. When I explain this, people say it is still nice. I still don't believe them. Someone did suggest taking in a photo of myself. The thing is, the difference between a good haircut and a bad one, on me, is subtle. A picture won't help at all — especially when notions like 'eyebrows' are too subtle for the hairdresser to grasp.

So here it is, keeping in mind it has had 2.5 weeks to grow out. And keeping in mind that I asked for it "just above the eyebrows."

a handy map of europe showing the density of blonde haired people.

1. meat.

i don't spoeak russian, so i can't explain this, but i can say there are a ton more images of women wearing meat on their heads on this live journal post.

2. creepy knitted stockings.

see more of these masks.