I haven't been posting lately.

Hm.

Sorry. 

Just about everything has been complicated. And how do you follow up that last one? The self-indulgence alone is pretty hard to top, even for a blog! :) I guess I'll just have to lower the bar for Future Sean.

Here it goes.

I believe that I'm a good person. But I have to present you with some contradictory evidence. 

I couldn't help thinking what I thought as I got my haircut on Friday--that the man who was cutting my hair had a former career as a male Vietnamese prostitute. I was unable to determine, however, if a trip across the Pacific or some kind of reincarnation seperated this change of vocation.

Either way, he kept suggesting a different hairstyle for me but lacked the words to explain it correctly. All I could understand was that he wanted to use the clippers on a very short setting higher up on the back of my head, but then a longer setting further down. I tried to picture this and it didn't look good. At best, I figured he wanted to give me a futuristic mullet. When I asked for clarification, he offered to "show me a video."

What?

I wasn't about to sit there watching a video about a haircut so I insisted on my original haircut. Before the haircut was over, he offered to show me the video two more times. After I declined both, he followed each modification to my hair by playing with it lightly and saying "look different?"

What?

Is he used to some kind of ineffectual scissors which fail to make hair "look different?"

When I get a haircut, I go into this kind of expressionless zone. I'm lost in my thoughts. I don't smile or react or anything. Maybe that's why he thought I was unhappy with what he was doing.

The haircut did turn out pretty good and in a week, once that new haircut look is gone, I'll be happy with it.