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“Hey Essie, can you come sit on my lap to read the book?”
“No, I have to see it from far away.”
“Essie, what color is Dada’s hair?”
“Brown, like a moose!”
“Essie, tell Monkey Marge to say goodnight to Dada.”
“Goodnight, Dada. … ooh ooh aah aah.”
Whoops!
Mykala accidentally dyed her hair orange today, which kind of sidetracked our movie plans. (After some corrections, it’s currently more of a henna shade.) So, Ess and I headed over to my parents for a visit. She was unusually quiet in her carseat, watching the big drops hit her window. At my parent’s, I got to see how Ess is trying to figure out how to go to the bathroom not in her diaper; she’d tell use she wanted to sit on her potty chair, and then absolutely nothing would happen. The stages of connecting the urge to the action to the result are interesting — like the animal and human parts of the brain are learning to communicate for the first time.
I ended up growing out my hair for about nine months between June of 2009 and March of 2010. I’ve only a picture of my hair 8 months into the growth… it shows my hair just before it got so long that I couldn’t do much of anything useful (including see through it):
If you do your hair when the mirror is foggy, you’ll always love the way it looks.
I thought this looked cool backlit like that.
The ideas for the following theory have been steeping in my head for a while. And since I’m doing something similar to kottke’s operation clear all browser tabs, you get to read my thoughts on the topic. See, the theory is about why we have a different density of hair on different parts of our body. To begin: evoultionary biology dictates that the different hair densities on our bodies must have conferred an advantage to individuals who had favorable distributions of said hair.
Mykala: You need a haircut.
Me: You need an attitude adjustment.
Mykala: Do you think I could get one of those at the salon? “I’d like a massage and an hour-long attitude adjustment, please.”
Me: That will be $40 dollars.
Mykala: Ha.
Me: That would be so invaluable. I would pay for that once a month.
I just threw this up as my away message on AIM, but I have to open my problem to the greater wisdom of you lovely tumbledry readers. The question is tangential to that dressing rule which has haunted men for a long time: when wearing black clothing, one’s belts, shoes, and accessories should not be brown. I am not completely sure where this originated, but it makes sense. A small infraction on the rules can be ok, but beyond this it starts to look weird. Ever seen a brown car with a black interior? I have not. While purely anecdotal evidence may not be sufficient to prove that black cars with brown interiors do not exist/look good, my point stands. (Because I say it does, and this is my personal pulpit. I am abrasive tonight.)
The idea was not to grow out my hair. Seven months ago (during my last haircut), I did not think it would be spring before I cut the locks springing from my skull. That said, fall gave way to winter, which began to yield to spring, and during that time my hair continued to grow, unaccosted by the barber’s shears/scissors. The resulting forest/afro of hair got rather curly in the end.
The problem is this: I keep hoping that if I grow out my hair a little longer, something will happen that will give it some style until I cut it off for spring and summer, as I love to have short hair during the summer weather. In the meantime, I am losing hope for my hair. It is most certainly not “feathered and dangerous” as in Dodgeball … heck it looks like a bird’s nest on top of my head (part of the reason for cutting it before the spring nesting season). So, here I am, trying to decide what to do when it looks a bit like Mel Gibson’s hair back in the day - not quite as long, but it certainly has the weird out of controlness behind the ears. Now, do not get me wrong, I am not saying I look like Mel Gibson - because that’s weird and not what I am striving for.