Monthly Archives: October 2011

The slow, soft fade

So things are a bit crazy here in the life of MC Casual BlogStyles (read: mysterious tunnel in my basement, psychic neighbor, novela-style personal life), and I swear I’ll get around to writing a bit more about those amusing things, but for now I want to show you my new haircut.

It’s a little conceptual.  I decided yesterday morning that I wanted to do it, and by yesterday evening it was done.  When my mom saw it today, she said, “What happened?”  And then: “Well, at least you can cover it up…”  It’s okay, I know it’s not for everyone, but I love it.

Similarly to a mullet, it’s business in the front:

And way more interesting in the back:

Yes, I got an undershave!  My stylist Tatiana was so happy to be doing something fun because usually she just has to give people long, straight, and blonde.  I definitely wanted to stay with long hair but needed a change (as one does), and I can’t get over how much I love this.  I keep rubbing the buzzed part.  So soft.  It’s also just a nice little way to put a little more edge into my look, since my aesthetic is tending to the starker side anyway these days.

Now, it’s time to get some sleep before another day of work tomorrow.

just another day at work

A screen cap I took the other day at work that I forgot about until just now.  Sometimes my whole day is looking at stuff like this:

I believe the search term was ‘business document’ or something similar.  The internet is a mystical place.

looks so medieval

 

Now that I’m back and settled back into life in my new house, I feel like I’m living in a different world.  Probably the one a few decades ago, actually.  I live with two roommates and two cats, and we have no internet, TV, microwave, stereo, or dishwasher.  We burn incense, sit around all night reading, and listen to the Talking Heads on the record player.  One of us, predictably, is a vegetarian.  I really like it so far.

Life without internet is refreshing at this point.  I was definitely overly dependent on it for the past few years, which only gets more apparent in the almost complete absence of it.  I’ve been getting a lot of reading done, and I’m catching up on my podcasts.  And if people need me, they can call me or visit me.  I guess the only thing I lament is that I can’t stream WBUR from my computer.  (Old habits die hard, I guess.)

I’m in a particularly good mood because last night I sat around with Nabokov and then went out with some Portuguese-speaking friends for drinks.  Somehow I ended up getting an awesome night of sleep.  I woke up at 8:30 am (yes!  on my day off!) and meditated to Jonathan Richman and Television’s Marquee Moon.  Don’t even ask: I don’t know why.  It just seemed like a good idea.

I came away from that meditation with the knowledge that I have terrible posture and sometimes concentrating is hard when you’re jamming to “Elevation.”  Then I actually bonded with the 5-month-old cat, whom I affectionately and not so affectionately have nicknamed Cathole.  Cathole and I may be coming to an understanding of sorts: if she is a Cathole, I can throw her across the room, and then she’ll leave me alone for a while; if she is not a Cathole, I will scratch the area behind her ears.

Now I am at the coffee shop over here in the Highlands checking my email.  When I walked in, Room on Fire was playing, which made me even happier.  I had a decently long conversation with the [cute] guys who work here about the Strokes, picked up a Creative Loafing, and got called ‘miss,’ which I found super amusing.  I have vague plans to meet up with this guy I’m kind of into, and I have more definite plans to do a Ponce bar crawl with friends on Saturday.  I am making duck breast prosciutto today.  And I’m just in a really good mood in general.  Why not write about it?

Eye of the storm

Well, I survived the GRE and moving across town.  Today I am flying up to central New York to prepare for Wedding Extravaganza 2011.

Here is a picture of my new place.  [Former] Striker Number 9 is on the wall, so you know that it’s my room.