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Nuestro May Day Monday, May. 01, 2006 - 1:06 a.m. Today is Beltane, also known as May Day Instead of writing anything about the specific day, I'm going to pray for the safety of Todd Russell and Brant Webb who have been under the ground for a week now. They finally have food and water, but it's taking awhile to actually dig them out. --- I gave John a haircut yesterday. I was very confident and self-assured and used a clipper attachment I had never used before. Those two factors inevitably alchemize into something unexpected, and yes, this was no exception. (You know, before I go any further, I have to say that the demonstration video makes it look very simple to use that thing.) When I committed my Glaring Hair Error, I made the mistake of gasping and saying "Oh shit," under my breath, but unlike me, *John's* hearing has *improved* with age. He demanded a mirror, then placed his hand over his altered hairline, and then jumped out of the chair I'd put him in and dashed into the bathroom where the light was better. Now, see, the thing is, on just about anybody else on the planet with mostly Italian and Mexican ancestry, a hair modification of this kind wouldn't be as spectacularly noticeable. Unfortunately, due to his being born and raised (mostly) in San Francisco, where our neighborhood has sunshine only about half the year, John McLaughlin happens to be the palest person of that extraction in the entire state of California. As a result the skin under the hair is nuclear accident white. We didn't know this until yesterday. I then did the only thing I could do: I duplicated the mistake on the other side of his head, so it will look like somebody was TRYING to give him a 'high & tight.' Upon looking at the end result, John was so ... what's a polite word here... *surprised* that he now has a capillary hemorrhage in the white of his left eye that reminds me of Mr. Demartino in the Daria cartoon. I did some Googling, and found out that his eye will be okay in a couple of weeks. So will his hair. John's agreed to let me try the clippers on him again in about six weeks -- although a certain clipper blade attachment has been permanently removed from the cutting kit, and is now sitting on a far away storage shelf in a ziploc bag with the word "NO" printed on it with a Sharpie. I offered to give myself the exact same haircut, but blessedly, John said that wouldn't be necessary. He settled for extra footrubs on demand. --- In other news, I almost have enough material together for an EP CD. Thank goodness for GarageBand. --- One more thing. Our own president has finally expressed an opinion about Nuestro Himno. "I think the national anthem ought to be sung in English," is what he said. Oh yeah? Well, Mr. President, if this is what you think, then why are there Spanish versions on The Star Spangled Banner on the website of the US State Department ..? I will expand and elaborate on this in an upcoming post. --- Okay, that's it. Have a good Monday, and if you observe it, a Blessed Beltane. ---
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