The long slow march to the temples

So the mirror tells me my hairline has begun it's inevitable journey backward, and you know what? Fuck the mirror. I'd love to have longer hair again. I think I'm going to work toward that with as much diligence as possible. I'm not saying I am going to grow out a Jim Morrison style mane or anything, since that has never been particularly suiting for me. No, I think a few more inches would do it. You know, increasing the likelihood of comb over.

This is really the best picture I could find of about the length I'd like it to be. Maybe a little longer. I've had very short hair for a while now, a few years anyway. This picture is from the summer of 2005, and since then my hair has been at least an inch shorter than that.

I just haven't been able to tell I have hair up there when I move my head from side to side in a very long time, and I'd like to let it grow a little bit before, you know, before it's all gone. I'm grasping at straws here.

In other news, Bon Iver's album "For Emma, Forever Ago" is positively brilliant. It reminds me of the Bright Eyes album "I'm Wide Awake It's Morning," but with the voice of Matt Pond PA. It's a very stripped down folksie album, very accessible, although at times a bit too slow.

Also if you mix Bjork with Avril Lavigne, you get Ida Maria, a new guilty favorite.

As well, if you like and appreciate The Pirate Bay, shame on you. However there are some pretty funny responses to all the legal threats they get posted on their website. Funny stuff.

Running in to my mother's double

Some kids are angry at their parents from the start. Not that this picture is a good example, just part of what forms the psyche.

Monday Night, 7:40 PM

Sitting in Empire Tea & Coffee, Newport RI

Young guy, 9th or 10th grade, comes in with his mom and her mom. They order at the counter as I watch the backs of their heads from my table.

She orders an English Breakfast tea, he gets hot chocolate. Grandmother is along for the ride.

The table in front of my seat is set up to accommodate the creamer urns, sugar and swizzle sticks. Mom comes over for a little of each, spilling the creamer all over. She starts laughing in the way people do who don't give a rip about what others think with them and who can revel in their own amusement.

Her son, however, didn't seem so carefree. "Mom, please," he said, embarrassed. I smiled at the sentiment I remember sharing at one point (or more) in my life. She looked at me and smiled. "That's my son," she said. He stepped behind her so I couldn't see him.

"Mom's pretty nuts huh?" I asked his outline.

She looked amused, he looked mortified, from what I could tell.

"My mom's the same way, she'll talk to anyone," I said to her. "Don't you hate that, when she talks to strangers? Pretty annoying huh?"

No response from the outline.

"It's okay, few years from now college girls will like that you love your mother," I said.

He was outed from behind her back, because she turned to face him.

"See," she said. "Now I'm going to embarrass you even more. You're my son, you have to take it."

He smiled.

He'll be fine.

Talking Heads redux

David Byrne has done some funky stuff in his career as a musician/artist. So has Fatboy Slim. Together they're just silly. Observe this recent viral video:



Funny stuff.

Slow day in Rhode Island today. Nothing else to say really.

Narragansett is the new Yuengling

I thought late nights would end with college and that I would, after graduation, gain some semblance of normalcy in my schedule. Judging from the time stamp on this post, I was wrong.

Memorial Day Meatwave II was excellent. So much assorted meat grilled throughout the weekend. Food coma most of the day on Tuesday.

Do you ever want to add fat people who you knew in the past on Facebook to find out if they're still fat because you can't tell from their tiny little picture? I do. There's a lot of future soccer moms from high school I kind of want to check in on.

Things going on with me recently:
- I still live in Rhode Island, and it's still small.
- I recently moved from Providence to Warwick. The suburbs are nice this time of year.
- I'm still working for the Boy Scouts, and I still have no desire to collect patches of any kind.
- I bought a used Jeep Wrangler to combat Ford Focus malaise.
- I've listened to 4 Cat Stevens albums tonight

My life is a rich and full oyster.

If anyone wants to sell me a copy of Adobe InDesign or Photoshop CS3 cheap, let me know.

So here's a random thought I had last night as I was going to sleep that at the time I thought would make a good idea for a blog post but since have realized it's pretty boring. My blog = I write what I want.

So you know how an atom is pretty tiny, right? What if inside every atom of everything there is another whole universe? What if our entire universe is just part of some random atom in the leaf of some plant in a universe unimaginably larger than our own? What if inside each atom of this universe exists another much smaller collection of life and empty space?

Obviously there's the whole time difference to think about, but perhaps that's all just part of it. Maybe when we finally send a space craft far enough out, it will hit the edge and resonate like a basketball hitting the floor of an empty gymnasium.