The Scope

A friend tells me she got her hair cut last week by a wandering hair-cutter in Hava Java. Apparently the cuttist is travelling around the country, cutting people’s hair for free as long as she can document the process for some art project or other.

Even the CBC digs it, having given her airtime on the Vinyl Cafe, of all shows.

I spent a few days looking for her but I couldn’t find her. I needed a haircut. I haven’t paid for one since a disastrous high school grad photo do, and before that not since an equally-disastrous haircut at the age of 11 that made me swear off of barbers’ chairs forever.

But today I just got my hair cut, and I paid for it.

While I was just googling a clever word for a seven-year cycle, one that might have made the pointlessness of this blog entry memorable at least for its clever wordiness, I found this:

There is a natural release of energy every seven years which encourages you to move forward and make changes.
http://www.innerself.com/Channelings/Cycles_of_Seven.htm

Fuckin’ right.