another weekend, another trip to the beach. the number of pretty girls seemed to be lower than normal — perhaps saturday, when we usually go, is the young women day, and sunday is families and older people day. no matter. it was still gorgeous, relaxing, and enjoyable. and i think my torso is getting more tan than it has been since i was a little kid running around shirtless all summer playing hide and seek in the hot illinois afternoons. i’m so sexy now you wouldn’t believe it.

oh, and speaking of me being sexy (laughter here), i have failed to make it public to some people that i got a haircut a while back. a big deal haircut, of the type where you stand in your bathroom and use a little buzzing thing to shear off all but a half inch of hair all over your head. and since i know everyone that doesn’t have the privilege of seeing me frequently really needs to have an accurate mental picture of me to keep in their heads as they read this, here is the photo documentation of my first self-given haircut. it was a little like the scene in the tenenbaums, only minus the attempted suicide. this happened about 5 weeks ago, and i only now developed the pictures (coincidentally i got it cut again just the other day, so now i look just like this again anyway).

they’re chronological, from the first few snips to the pile of hair in the garbage afterward. and boy do i look hot. (more laughter).

i bet you totally want me now.

[now hearing this: hum – you’d prefer an astronaut. it’s almost done and “songs of farewell and departure” is playing and if ever there was a song that just oozed calm reflectiveness, this is it.]