I've been trying to paint more, lately. After hammering at words on a screen, sometimes I need the instant gratification of painting. Smears on canvas. Textured chunks of color. Mistakes and missteps buried beneath more layers rather than simply deleted. It's the equivalent of yoga for the brain, I think.…
As I mentioned yesterday, in anticipation of going into an office somewhat regularly, I decided to get a haircut. I wanted something between my usual Super Cuts and the mad expensive Bumble and Bumble of my previous life. I strolled down Hoboken peering in windows, trying to find a salon…
While I'm fairly certain I already reserved my spot in Hell many years ago, today's Craftastrophe post pretty much guarantees my VIP pass for an eternity of Rod Stewart concerts. Awesome. I got a haircut, Interwebz. More on the actual cutting tomorrow, but first I need to get something off…
