My New Haircut

Well, in the words of Jim Anchower: Hola, amigos. Sorry it's been a long time since I've rapped at ya. But I finally, finally. finally … got my internet connection. Damn you, Verizon.

I've moved into a teeny weeny studio in Queens, learned how to work the oven, found out how to get to and from work, and am learning how to do my job with the minimum of crying and/or swearing. I am also learning all about the proper use of elbows in a subway scenario.

In partial celebration of my first month here, and in anticipation of an upcoming visit from my friends Carla and Andrew, I have gotten my first haircut in New York.

I went to the barber shop around the corner, where I sat in the chair of a large greek barber who no doubt enjoys large quantities of garlic. We didn't speak much. I was told, in mid-cut, "You have lot of hair. Good for you."

I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

The hair cut is decent, the shaving cream was warm, and there was no bleeding. All in all, not a bad experience. It's not like skydiving or falling in love, but I could do worse.