Hey, kids! Do you know what time it is?
That's right, it's Burningman time!
It's been an eventful week--i did a little work assisting a carpenter Psongster hooked me up with. He's paying me a little, but I'm mostly in it for the power tools.
Got my Shuffle--it's the 512 model, and as small and light as the hype has it. Earbuds are still kind of annoying, I'm afraid. I'm currently listening to the playa mix I constructed, juxtaposing Djivan Gasparyan and James Kochalka rather disorientingly.
And I got a haircut--possibly the shortest I've ever had. I now have two one-foot braids I need to send to Lox of Lurve. I'm dispositionally ill-suited to such transitions. To grow your hair out, all you have to do is not cut your hair today for a sufficient number of todays. The other direction requires drastic action. I paced nervously in front of the barbershop for like ten minutes before steeling myself and going in.
Best spontaneous response so far was from Dietrich: "Oh my God, Seb! What have you done!? Ummm...looks good."
I'll be visiting folks on the West Coast for a week or so before I hit the desert. Checking regular mail is kind of a pain on the Hiptop, and answering even more so, so please use sebastianb at tmail dot com instead until I get back.