A Simple Way To Go Faster Than Light That Does Not Work

doctor_atomic in town, so met for lunch today. We played Cribbage on the grass in Harvard Square (where I narrowly avoided getting skunked), and ate at Cafe Pamplona, in the sun. (My first time there. Yum yum.) The skin on my face interprets the unfamiliar presence of Vitamin D as a viral intruder and defends itself by turning red and peeling off.

She agreed with me that my hair looked terrible, and with my assertion finally validated (for certain parties had been insisting that it looked fine) I went back to Dente's for repair work. They didn't charge me, which was right nice of them. (I had them cut it even shorter than they suggested. I had to be sure.)

Up at 7:30 to attack the Boston RMV as soon as they opened. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, my documentation didn't pass muster; stupid stupid website doesn't note what counts as proof of address, so I brought in three documents with my address on that I found lying around, and they didn't like any of them. (The Somerville parking office would have been fine with them. Pfui.) Was sent home with a paper list of what I need to gather. Zug zug. It'll have to wait unitl Friday.

I covered my disappointment by making a lame joke, and feel a little bad about it. I'm guessing "What is this, the RMV?" isn't the most heard line there but each clerk probably does get it at least once a day.

In preparation for getting a new license (my first since 2000) I got a haircut that wasn't very good. It doesn't look bad but it's suboptimal; overall mass was reduced significantly but the barber failed to eliminate the fluffiness, despite my specific instructions. She laughed when I asked; maybe she thought I was joking? And I don't think she used a #2 razor either, and I totally said "#2 razor on the sides". Feh.

I think I know exactly what to ask for next time. Even though they kind of hurt upon application, I'm going to ask for the thinning shears. It makes my abnormally thick hair feel sparse and silky for weeks, and also brings a nice spiky effect that I far prefer to the fluffiness. (Spiky and fluffy are basically the only two morphologies allowed to my hair.)

The old man who walks with a stoop at Dente's knows exactly how to do this. He wasn't there yesterday. Baw.

I am going to pay someone to hack my hair off after all, sometime before Origins. I find myself just too self-conscious about it. What's kept me going with it, I think, is that a friend said that I looked "younger" with a mass of grown-out hair. Even though I grouse at friends who moan about how oooold they are (as it seems half the people I know older than 23 do), I completely embraced this myself.

Fooey, I say! I like it better short, and that's that. I really shouldn't be thinking about this at all, and so off it goes. It will be good to sit in the barber's chair and say "Take six months off."

I haven't cut my hair since we got entrenched in December, I don't think. Well, maybe once, shortly after we started. Yeah, I would have done it because of the Dec. 10 Gameshelf shoot, because that's one side-effect the show was having: I was getting my hair cut regularly, before the first shoot of each month.

I'm going to do it before I start talking to any Money face-to-face. It will be very drastic and violent and all of that.