Day: June 9, 2005


It remains hot and sticky in Indy, the first extended heat wave since we moved here almost two years ago (two years next week, as a matter of fact). Yesterday, one of the local weather people said it was sultry. Can you really use the word sultry to describe conditions in a place like Indy, Detroit, Boston, etc? Am I the only one who thinks of being on an island somewhere, sipping run &#038; fruit drinks out of condensation-covered glasses while local music and tropical breezes gently drift through the night? There’s also the element of having someone who looks like <a href=””>Salma Hayek</a> involved, but I won’t get into that. Indy, muggy, sure. But sultry? I think not.

M. woke me up at 4:30 yesterday morning and then refused to nap until late in the morning. I was actually excited to go to bed at 9:00 last night, then when she was awake at 5:45 this morning, I popped out of bed with no argument. Parenthood does weird things to you.
I have an interesting announcement to make later today. A rather controversial decision regarding my appearance. Just a teaser for now. You’ll learn more after lunch (since I’m seeing some readers at lunch and want to surprise them).

Now Playing: <strong>Maximo Park – Going Missing</strong>


A Modern Day Samson?

Early in my sophomore year of college, I got the bright idea to buy some hair clippers so I could cut my own hair and save $12 a month. $12 a month would buy you three Pizza Shuttle pizzas in Lawrence, KS, so that was a serious savings. I pulled out the clippers, put what I thought was the longest guard on them, and started “trimming” in the center of my head. Big mistake. The hair was shorn down to almost my scalp, leaving a massive hole in the center of my ‘do. I ended up buzzing it all off and wore a hat for a month while it grew back (My hair grows very fast; I’m lucky).

What’s that story have to do with anything? Well, for a year I’ve been thinking about going short again with my hair. I’ve worn it long enough to let the waves and curls do their magic for over ten years now. I went through my Charlie on the Bachelor phase where I grew it out even longer because people told me I looked like the TV sap. Between the current humidity making it difficult to keep under control, M.’s love of grabbing it and messing it up, and an overall desire to simplify life, I decided to take the plunge this week. I warned my wife, who seemed to think it was kind of a bizarre idea, and my sister-in-law who’s occupying a guest room currently, who thought it was a decent idea, and disappeared upstairs yesterday afternoon. I emerged with hair that is shorter than short, and this time it was no mistake. Think of how Brad Pitt has worn his hair in his last couple movies, and then take a little more off of that. I only had a #2 guard, so that was my only option. If it turns out I’d like it to be a little longer, I’ll invest in a #3 or #4 and stick with that length.

It was immediately, noticeably comfortable. S. seemed to like it. The three other people that have seen it so far like it as well. I think it makes me look older; both S. and her sister said it makes me look younger. So there you have it, I guess! It’s still kind of weird looking in the mirror, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon enough. Oddly enough, my fitted-Red Sox hat no longer fits, or at least it makes me look like a six-year-old wearing his t-ball hat, and some old adjustable hats that haven’t fit since I let my hair get longer two years ago now perch nicely on my cranium. I’ll try to get a picture up at some point. Oh, and M. didn’t seem to notice at all, although she does still enjoy rubbing against it. Much more comfortable for me compared to her old practice of grabbing handfuls and pulling as she squealed with delight.
I want to thank Mr. Pitt, Mr. Beckham, and all the other fancy boys that have made short hair ok for the non-skinheads over the past few years. Without their trailblazing, I’d never be able to take the plunge.
I guess I’ve got another $16 to spend at the iTunes Music Store each month, now.

Now Playing: <strong>Never Running Out</strong> from the album “Wires” by <a href=”″>Athlete</a>

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