Cut your hair

Snip, snip

I’m going to share with you one of my many little quirks.

For nearly 10 years I cut my hair myself. The practice started when I won a pair of clippers from a sales contest at RadioShack as an associate. This was in a period where I was sort of meandering through life. (Reflecting back, I wish I had dreamt bigger in my meandering. RadioShack sales associate? Come on. I could have walked the earth freely at that point in time.)

Anyway, if you saw me today you could probably tell I cut my hair. Never stylish. Hair thin(ning). Few options.

Every once in a while I will pay an actual barber for a trim. I usually do this when I’m dealing with stress or change. A hair cut just feels good. It is ritualistic. Barber cuts are hopeful and tidy.

I am going for one this evening.

Post barber-cuts are inevitably followed by this 1994 Pavement song, so I thought I would go ahead and share that too:


One thought on “Cut your hair

  1. I’ve been following your blog here and there for a few years now. I have no idea how I even found it to begin with, but I wanted to say I LIKE this new format!

    Also a friend of Bill’s, so when you talk about being of service it’s a good reminder for me that I suffer from a disease of ‘perception’.

    Hope you had a satisfying haircut and that song took me all the way back to high school! hahaha!

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