Bowl Cut

Last night I became aware of the ubiquity of the bowl cut. While watching the Yeah Yeah Yeah's play not only did I realize that Amy Tan and Karen O both have the same haircut but so did Karen's doppleganger opener from Grand Ole Party. I wonder if all of them realize they share the same haircut with Saleisha, winner of cycle 9 ANTM. But the similarities don't stop there Amy Tan not only has Karen O's haircut but she's also a member of a band where she does crazy theatrics on stage (which happpens to include other famous writers like Stephen King and Mitch Albom). It just might be that the path to success begins with a bowl cut.

Best Job Ever; Corporate Window Washer

For the last few days I've been watching a crew of five guys in harnesses rappelling off the 5th floor of my office to wash the windows, and it seems like the best job ever. It kind of looks like this, only with buckets and squeegies.

The Unbearable Lateness of Being

Today by some phenomenon of nature I woke up early and was completely alert. I blame the sun for shining in my eyes the three hours prior, but even then my post-adolescent sleep rhythms can usually sleep through blazing daylight. This truly is a sign of the apocalypse as I usually fumble through my "mornings" in a squinty-eyed stupor. As I was already awake I had no choice but to be on time to school. As I walked to class to my surprise there were tons of students out! Imagine! Because of my chronic tardiness I will usually spot just a few meandering library goers and fellow slackers, and it sometimes seems I am the only attendee at this huge university. I was highly surprised to witness some of the rumored 50,000 students trekking to class. Even stranger was how everyone seemed to know each other. What had always seemed like a vast sea of lonely commuters, was more like one giant fraternity. I saw at least one hug (in the middle of the cross walk, no less), multiple shout outs to friends, and a possible high five all on my 10 minute walk. Another adventure in punctuality occurred a few weeks earlier when my sister and I went to a movie thinking it started at an earlier time. We loitered in the theatre for about half an hour where I spotted the Golden Girls (three old ladies) linking arms to steady themselves leaving the theatre. Though kind of a sad sight it warmed my heart to know someday when I'm old and off balance I too can go to a 3:00 Disney matinee with the gals. Yet another gem of voyeurism, I mean punctuality. Apart from attendance points and a slow stroll to class, I never knew what lateness had me missing!

Somebody Choked on a Slider...

Yesterday on my way home from work I saw an ambulance with lights flashing in the White Castle parking lot. The paramedics just casually strolled through the backdoor. Maybe they were just stopping in for some sliders, but more likely cardiac arrest/food poisoning are so frequent there that 911 calls are now fairly routine. HQ in Columbus, Ohio resembling a ghetto middle school more than a castle.

Sometimes my morals infiltrate my dreams and sometimes not. The other night I dreamed Jim Halpert was putting the moves on me and I was appalled, and I reminded him he was engaged to Pam. But in another dream, I was smoking a cigarette. I guess a dream is more like a play enacted by your mind showing you whatever it wants, and is not controlled by your decisions. This is with the exception of lucid dreams, which are great because then you literally can live the dream without the boundaries of reality, which is usually better than t.v.