Thursday, 28 May 2009

Adventures of the hair kind

"Don't mess too much with your hair, for by the time you're 40, it'll look 85."

Remember that quote from the piece I've affectionately titled, "Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen"? Well, I've never been one to "mess too much" with my hair. Had a temp burgundy-ish rinse in once, but nothing more than the occasional braid. (And, when I was much younger, I'd had it in a boy-ish low cut.) In sporting my relaxed coif, though, I just don't do stuff with it or to it. Not out of fear that anything would go awry. Just...not into adventures of the hair kind.

Until now.

I'm actually thinking seriously about relaxing it (ho-hum) and coloring it (sunset red with streaks of copper) and cutting it (any style would fit - I have that kinda face).

If and when I do get all that done, I s'pose I should post a pic for proof.

Hm. OK. So, maybe I should think seriously about thinking seriously about it...and take it from there.

Cold feet? Perhaps a tad chilly.


Monday, 18 May 2009

The small stuff

Listening to Tracy (as in Chapman), usually makes me think of dying. Whether it's up tempo or molasses-esque; done to music or a capella, there's a feeling of urgency cradled in sense of "so little time."

Guess to each her own, eh? For some, for example, Joni Mitchell takes them to a certain place of shadows and other-self consciousness.

Anyway, I think that's important, you know? Every once in a while, we should think about how frail we are; how ...transient.

It keeps the small stuff small.


Saturday, 9 May 2009

The ninth month


Did I really miss my date yesterday? I try to post on the days with 8 in them. Somehow, I missed the date for the post on the 8th. This, in my 9th month of posting. I guess it's just fitting, then, that I do it on the 9th day.

I heard that 8 is the number that signifies new beginnings (as opposed to...?) Anyway, that's why I chose to post and publish on the 8s - even bearing the time in mind.

The latest and greatest? Where do I begin? I've been asked to speak at a Mothers' Day service. Mos def looking forward to that. I feel, 'ow you say? Right on track. And that's one of the best feelings in the world.

This just in - this week, at any rate: I was recommended for a new position in a Branch that, like, totally has my name on it. Hmm. This feels so good.

I'm pumped! I'm psyched! I'm on the way ...home!

Sydney Bristow was right. "There's no drug like adrenaline."

(Btw, I love ALIAS. Got all 5 seasons in my Rambaldi box. But, am I the only one that finds Wikipedia's provision of extensive biographical info on fictional characters both cool and disturbing at the same time? Hmm?)