Various Happenstances of Seth

January 10, 2006

   It is an odd thing to get a shave and a haircut* if you fear balding. Conceptually, the idea that you would remove some of your hair voluntarily when you fear the disappearance of your hair is rather bizarre. Nonetheless, human beings for all their rationality often hold illogical combinations of beliefs, desires, and so forth. And I, in spite of various proclivities that would point to the contrary, still fall into the category of human being.

   Christmas with the family was pleasant, because I have learned the great secret of enjoying week-long vacations with family**. We ate lots of Asian food, and were generally festive, and then I flew back home for the annual New Year's Eve party. As this was a quasi-costumed party, I decided to try out a costume I'd been conceptualizing for a while. I had grown a not-insignificant beard, and shaved off the left half of it. I also shaved off the left half of my moustache, and finished out the costume with a custom half-oxford-shirt-half-old-t-shirt top that a good friend had graciously made for me. All in all, it was a fairly entertaining costume, especially just getting to watch people's double-takes.

   While I debated the wisdom of remaining half-shaven until I went back to work so the office could see it***, I eventually decided to shave the other half of my beard the next day. Fast forward a week and a half to today, when I am embarking upon a walk with my housemate and co-worker. The air is brisk and pleasant after working inside all day, and one of them remarks something along the lines of "Doesn't this weather just make you want to..."

   "Go get a haircut!", I said suddenly. They explained that the weather made one want to walk all day and not look back, but for some reason, the wind blowing through my hair reminded me that I had a bit too much of it. Of course, a decade from now, I'm unlikely to have that sentiment.

   Also, a happy 2006 to you. May it bring you more or less hair, depending on your preference.

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**Go visit friends in the area. Which is not to say I don't love my family, because I do, but they are like the baking powder in the corn bread of my life -- appreciated for bringing me up and much wanted in some amounts, but too much at once without other ingredients leaves me bitter.

***Wise: No. Funny: Yes.

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