My new best friend Scott who does the must-read journal Words has presented me with his Scott Reads This Award, complete with gigantic, unwieldy .GIF in the best tradition of web site awards. Thank you, Scott, I'm honored to know you read my journal, and let me just say that your penchant for spare, concise graphic design is a real treat. Clothes may make the man, but design certainly makes the web site.
What else is new? I cut off five inches of hair yesterday. Ah, freedom! My head feels pounds lighter, I don't strangle myself when I turn over at night, and I don't have to wear my hair tied back all the time now. I intend to cut it even shorter as an act of celebration if John gets the Berkeley job (no word yet, argh argh argh). I won't get it cut here, mind. That's one reason my hair got to be a foot and a half long in the first place. My hairdresser was practically weeping with joy when I came in and instructed her to whack off five inches. She wanted me to go to a very severe Louise Brooks-style bob, but I know my face too well to agree to have the focus on my round little chin. Been there, done that, saw the photos.
Speaking of photos, I've been trying all day to get Fetch to work so I can show you the before and after photos of my haircut. Since every connection I've tried cuts me off after 30 seconds, clearly you're not destined to suffer my display of vanity. Rejoice, o best beloved.