gotta post something because the longer i don't, i won't. i'm getting my hair cut today.

i'm really not fond of my hair and don't know what to do with it. i think i inherited this from my mother who has always been obsessed about her hair. She's been known to take a plastic Bic shaver to her bangs and reduce them to shreds. in fact she has been known to carry a plastic Bic and take it out for emergency trimmings in restauarnt bathrooms.

she used to practice hairstyling on my head: pixie cuts in the bathtub, the surface of the water coated in trimmings.

Eric Dibble who lived up the road called me a lightbulb after one of my mother's ventures into bathtub hairstyling.

"Tell him," my mother said, "Well at least I'm brighter than you."

Which I did, like a fool.


When Linda and I were travelling in Australia, we got sloshed while wine tasting. By 10:00 am we had visited four or five wineries and the tour ended at 1:00, or sometime later that day. We started refusing wine samples if you can believe that. On the way home, the tour guide turned on a video in the van. We let the headrests support our heads and watched. He played the movie "Shakespeare in Love" with Joseph Fiennes and Gwyneth Paltrow who dresses up to play the part of Romeo.

She's wearing a wig, I pointed out, a little manwig.

I truly regret making this observation all those years ago because now linda likes to refer to me and my hair as "Manwig".

Does manwig want to get a video tonight?

Does manwig want to go out for din-din?

She can be merciless sometimes, that Linda.