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greetings interweb friends,

I speak to you, eh well whatever, whilst sitting on the marc train. using my fancy pants new evdo wireless interweb connection device. after 3 months of spending roughly 5-10 hours on trains per week, i finally decided to take the plunge and get myself set up as a super productive (har) bidnessman. lemme tell you, it’s fucking awesome. to think of all the time i wasted just listening to my ipod and working with out being connected. whotta loser. now, with the power of the internets at my beckon call, i can, well, write a post, send im’s to people that aren’t answering. theoretically i send emails, how ever it just so happens that i have no need to, now that i can. i never saw that coming…

so what’s up with you? me? oh well not much, a few things, the DFTU client all of a sudden reappeared and has booked me for the next 4 months pretty much full time. what’s even more strange is that they’ve given me a pretty important task of keeping all their projects on track. in some ways it’s my dream gig, just watching other people work and keeping track if it, while not really having any concrete deliverable other than making sure everyone else does what they’re supposed to do. i mean that’s a deliverable, but its’ not like i have ot have a big document at the end, or a presentation or a spreadsheet or whatever. so it’s cool-while at the same time, totally terrifying. some how they got it in their heads that i can do this. i won’t tell them otherwise–so lets just keep this between us–but i’ve never really done this sort of thing before. oh i’m sure it’ll be fine blah blah blah–but still, it’s a little intimidating.

natty is a working woman now, she’s been at orientation everyday this week, and the capt has had a parade of 20 something women at his service for 5 days straight, i think he’s a little disappointed when the leave and he’s left with ugly old dad. all in all thought he’s been a real trooper. I guess he’s just taking one for the team.

i forgot to mention it, but a few weeks ago i went to my cheap hair cut place for my cheap hair cut. I went in the evening, which i’ve never done before. I now know why. The staff was all haggard and tired, there was a back up of other hapless souls waiting for cuts. when my turn came, i was set up with a scruffy loud talking local wearing a ravens hat. as i sat down, he asked if i wanted it, short, really short, medium or long. i went with medium. he was coughing alot and taking long draws of his big gulp he kept on the little shelf in front of the mirror. he started talking about the super bowl and laughing at his own jokes and then went in to a story about a local bar and how he was heading there at 8 pm b/c it was dollar draft night. they it suddendly hit me that this dood was loaded. i didn’t know quite what to do, he had already started cutting my hair, and i didn’t think i could just get up. so i rode it out. things were ok for a while, then all of a sudden he whipped out this straight razor, and just when sicko on one side of my head. within 15 seconds, my head was effectively crew cutted on one side, right up to the part. he took a step back and said “i bet you’ve never had anyone do that before!” no, no i hadn’t.  “that’s a trouble spot right there, this should take care of it though”.

It was sort of funny, b/c when i was 16, in an act of skate rat inspired rebellion, i shaved the exact same area of my head–it looked dumb then, and it looked really dumb now.  I didnt’ know what to do–should i ask to have the rest of my head crew cutted to match? should i yell at him? he took a couple more hits off what must have been a rum and coke in that big gulp, and proclaimed i was ‘all set’. I walked out stunned. I got home, and natty just laughed at me. The first couple days were the worst, it’s not quite so bad now. I didn’t know if i wanted to play it that i had it done on purpose, or if it was some sort of stylish half faux hawk or something. then, my underlying theory that people either don’t notice or don’t care about one’s looks as much as one thinks–no one ever said anything. or they just laughed when i left the room. either way, i guess it doesn’t matter.

so i think that’s that with teh cheap hair cut place. ….