Bikes and Haircuts (Nothin' New)

On my bike ride into campus today--the usual route--a particular stretch of the mile (or so)-long road which actually has a bike lane was host to a strange concentration of dead pigeons in said bike lane. This would be, I suppose, from one of the buildings there poisoning the birds, and them falling to the road right there? It was strange though, and not much fun to suddenly find myself running a slalom of dead pigeons (clouds of black flies scattering like powdered snow in a downhill skier's run). It's too bad the vultures won't be back until November; they'd have had quite a feast.

It's nice to be biking around every day again, but it is hot in Miami. August 3rd marked the beginning of my third year as a Miami resident (though, like many other Miami residents, I've never been there during July since becoming a resident), and I think with this year I must admit that I'm semi-used to the heat (it's as hot at night as it was during the day in Rhode Island, but without the sun it feels colder) down here; I was expecting it to be hotter. Number-wise it's 92 or 93 degrees out everyday, with a heat index somewhere between 100 and 105, which is probably 5 degrees colder than what I've claimed in past years.

What with the heat, it only took me a couple of days of re-residence in Miami to go get a haircut, at my local neighborhood super cuts (close enough that I could bike there and not show up all sweaty and expecting a stranger to come in close contact with my headandhair). The usual kind of cut that I've been getting for over a decade now, short on the sides, but letting the curls flourish on top. When I described to the Supercuts cutter/stylist--a young woman, a few years younger than me (24)--the haircut where I wanted, she said "you don't want that. A weird mushroom like that? Some people want a weird mushroom, but you know it's not 1992 anymore." After a moments equivocation, I coalesced against my request and let her cut my hair in a way she felt to be more appopriate, which isn't all that different, like a mushroom in the front, but with the rest of the haircut pretty short and "blended". So far I've acheived two unprompted comparisons to Eraserhead, with out even maintaining a stunned look on my face.

So I just, uh... I just cut them up like regular chickens?

So, somehow, 1992 isn't cool by Supercuts standards, but nightmare-1977 is. The haircut, also is not dissimilar from Homer's stylish haircut in the episode where he gets hair growth chemicals via insurance fraud.

Not entirely dissimilar. 1990.

And if I let it grow long enough, maybe it will grow long enough to look like the drummer from the Minutemen's hair, back in its hey-day (also painfully outdated).

Front mullet awesome.

So, in case you were wondering, yes, I am still fond of my own hair. Oh well. So vain. It was awesome to have my sense of style dissed at Supercuts. A high point in recent hair history (it having been dull since the buzz cut of last summer's occupation).