it's amazing how the status of socks increases through the years;
when yr a kid, they're the last things you want,
when yr an adult, it's different.
i didn't get any socks for giftmas this year,
but that's ok, because also amazing through the passage of time
is how much longer clothes last. last year's socks are still good.
i have pictures of myself from seven years ago wearing the same shirt i'm wearing today,
the brown boots that i bought for my factory job when i got out of the hospital in 2002
stomped all around germany and amsterdam in 2006
and now slide across the kitchen floor of the ridiculous restaurant that i look forward to leaving in early 2012.
i received a set of mixing bowls and a nice hair clipper set.
i've never paid for a haircut in my life, as my mother went to beauty school in the 60s...
i never had good hair, and it wasn't her fault, as far as the styling goes.
it was always blond and straight and baby fine, and i was never really able to style it.
i tried, but all it really amounted to was embarrassing pictures.
when i was in middle school, i was into heavy metal and dreamed of having awesome, long, wavy, headbanging hair.
i tried to grow my hair out, but once it hit shoulder length, it started curling and never seemed to get much longer. it was kind of mullety, and just wasn't thick enough.
my mom gave me a perm, which was supposed to just make it wavy.
...i don't show those pictures.
in high school, i cut the sides short and left the top long--the classic skater cut,
though i've not ridden a skateboard since 5th grade.
it grew pretty long sometimes, and was kind of cool i guess, as it fit into the high school non-conformist uniform code, but i wouldn't wear it that way again if i could.
at some point afterward, i cut that off and just went short and standard,
same as when i was a kid.
one of my good friends said it made me look 'mean, like Tyler Durden, or maybe a marine.'
after the hospital incident in my late 20s, half of my head was shaved already anyway,
so i had mom chop off the other side and make a proper mohawk.
that was the coolest hairstyle i ever had,
but the top was already thin enough that it could never be any taller than an inch or two.
i never dyed my hair, and there have only been two other people who ever cut my hair,
jenn, the queen of the high school alternative/punk kids and a guy at a styling booth at lollapalooza.
i guess i lied about never having paid for a haircut... i gave that guy $5 to trim my mohawk back in.
for the last couple years though, i have resigned to the reality that soon, i would be sporting shorter and shorter hair, though at this point, i'm doubtful that i'll ever shave my head bald.
i never had good hair.
i cursed it in the mirror for years, and now that it's definitely going away,
i'll probably miss it.
when yr a kid, they're the last things you want,
when yr an adult, it's different.
i didn't get any socks for giftmas this year,
but that's ok, because also amazing through the passage of time
is how much longer clothes last. last year's socks are still good.
i have pictures of myself from seven years ago wearing the same shirt i'm wearing today,
the brown boots that i bought for my factory job when i got out of the hospital in 2002
stomped all around germany and amsterdam in 2006
and now slide across the kitchen floor of the ridiculous restaurant that i look forward to leaving in early 2012.
i received a set of mixing bowls and a nice hair clipper set.
i've never paid for a haircut in my life, as my mother went to beauty school in the 60s...
i never had good hair, and it wasn't her fault, as far as the styling goes.
it was always blond and straight and baby fine, and i was never really able to style it.
i tried, but all it really amounted to was embarrassing pictures.
when i was in middle school, i was into heavy metal and dreamed of having awesome, long, wavy, headbanging hair.
i tried to grow my hair out, but once it hit shoulder length, it started curling and never seemed to get much longer. it was kind of mullety, and just wasn't thick enough.
my mom gave me a perm, which was supposed to just make it wavy.
...i don't show those pictures.
in high school, i cut the sides short and left the top long--the classic skater cut,
though i've not ridden a skateboard since 5th grade.
it grew pretty long sometimes, and was kind of cool i guess, as it fit into the high school non-conformist uniform code, but i wouldn't wear it that way again if i could.
at some point afterward, i cut that off and just went short and standard,
same as when i was a kid.
one of my good friends said it made me look 'mean, like Tyler Durden, or maybe a marine.'
after the hospital incident in my late 20s, half of my head was shaved already anyway,
so i had mom chop off the other side and make a proper mohawk.
that was the coolest hairstyle i ever had,
but the top was already thin enough that it could never be any taller than an inch or two.
i never dyed my hair, and there have only been two other people who ever cut my hair,
jenn, the queen of the high school alternative/punk kids and a guy at a styling booth at lollapalooza.
i guess i lied about never having paid for a haircut... i gave that guy $5 to trim my mohawk back in.
for the last couple years though, i have resigned to the reality that soon, i would be sporting shorter and shorter hair, though at this point, i'm doubtful that i'll ever shave my head bald.
i never had good hair.
i cursed it in the mirror for years, and now that it's definitely going away,
i'll probably miss it.