Hairy issues on my mind

I dreamt last night that I flew into a teenage-rebellious rage and took scissors to my hair. Except I couldn't find a pair sharp enough to cut through my thick hair, and I opened drawer after drawer, testing out each pair I found and getting more incensed as each proved as effective as trying to gnaw my hair short. Finally, I find scissors that snip through hair cleanly and begin cutting away, handful by handful.

As I am losing all of that pesky hair, it begins to dawn on me what I'm doing, and I suddenly panic at my impulsive decision. I think I might've started crying, or screaming, or something, at that point. But I'm pretty sure I continued snipping away. After all, now that I'd started, I couldn't very well stop.

And after that the scene slipped away into some other, more forgettable dreamscape, and I'm surprised I even remember that particular segment. I guess I have had haircuts on my mind a lot recently. To trim, to cut, or to shave? Decisions, decisions, decisions. A part of me wants to hack off all my hair, which currently reaches the small of my back. I could then donate it to Locks of Love, for instance.

And a part of me has gotten too attached to the river of hair to consider more than a neat trim to get rid of split ends.

I don't know, though...a change could do me good. And I've wanted to shave my head for awhile. I wonder what I would look like with a buzzcut? Or maybe I could go for a pixie look...

Sun baby, take me away

Via my new favorite newsbyte site, Geeks are Sexy, is this article on people who've made their billions from their solar power technology companies. As more and more of popular media are actually starting to take alternative energy and fuel efficiency seriously, solar power is making a major comeback, and it's all very exciting. I'm actually hoping gas prices continue to rise, because I believe that is the only way the masses will actually push for better fuel efficiency in car technology as well as fuel alternatives.

Another way, of course, is for big-name companies to set the bar and literally make the change they want to see. Take Google's conversion of their Googleplex so that a third of the building is powered by solar energy. Yay Google!

hi, bye

A very belated, non-blog-related update seems to be in order. I know it feels like I've abandoned ship here, but here's a last try at reviving it (besides the hours I spent prettifying it).

So here's a peek at the room:


Classy, I know. I love having a hardwood floor though. Makes sweeping up all the hair I shed from brushing that much easier.

And here's the cutest resident of our apartment, Charlie:


Who at the time of the picture could fit on my flip flop. She's outgrown it now and is getting a bit of a potbelly. But still completely adorable, and she definitely livens the place up with her antics.

So...not much else to say. I work, I play, I hang out with a certain guy a little more frequently than with my housemates. It's an exciting time, and I'm coming to really love this little "right-outside-Boston" city with its smorgasbord of ethnic treats. Not a 5 minutes' walk out of my apartment and there are Ethiopian, Malaysian, Taiwanese, Korean, Mexican, and Italian eateries to be found, among the more familiar fast food joints and classic American restaurants. And it's all so cheap! I'm really going to miss those $4 burritos when I go back to campus...

fo' sho'

fresh new look and taste

Mmmm! That looks better. Still tweaking things, but I'm pretty happy with my new colors. Except for that tiny, thin, noticeable line between the masthead and wrapper. Why is it there???

More little changes to come.

Yay Photoshop!

And kudos to the wonderful artists whose beautiful brushes I used for the masthead.

That tightness in my chest must mean...

I graduate college in 3 days.

hard to say

What it is I am feeling lately. Graduation is looming ahead, yet I am on a completely different time schedule. My biological clock isn't set to class hours and terms and finals anymore (nor, I believe, was it ever meant to be). Instead I find myself pondering (that's such a wonderfully egotistical verb, to ponder) what it is I want to do. To really do. How I want to live.

It's funny, because I sometimes feel nothing. And I know that it's because I am lacking a sense of purpose or a sense of contentment at my present state of being. And okay, that's all fine and good, but I haven't been doing much about it. I have spent my days more or less aimlessly, wandering from free food event to free food event. I work, sometimes. I party, less frequently. And I live in a present tense so simple it is void of all thoughts of even the immediate future.

This is going to come back to bite me in the ass, this temporary lifestyle of mine.

And to think, all of this was brought about by the simple thought of what I would do for the summer.

existential crisis

I wrote this in my sketchbook today:

i'm trapped inside myself, and i can't find the way out

It pretty much sums up how I've been feeling for a long time now.

I am also praying I didn't contract poison ivy from the week-long canoeing trip I have just recently returned from. I have alternately been tanned/burnt by the most glorious weather, and become borderline hypothermic from cold rain. It will be a week I will remember for some time to come.




I've lately become obsessed with Neil Gaiman's The Sandman series (among others of Gaiman's works, for any of which makes me lust after the writer). The Dartmouth Bookstore has volumes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, and 10. I have read up to 5, and started 7 today, out of impatience waiting for the 6th to appear. I may have to make a trip to a larger bookstore soon to find number 6.

I love the styles of each graphic novel, which are illustrated by a number of artists and letterers. How cool is that? To have a career in lettering? My mind reels at the idea.