Many years ago I gave up the practice of going somewhere to get my hair cut, and instead purchased a Wahl sheep-shearer gizmo with which my lovely wife buzzes the fringe of salt and pepper fur that surounds my pate on in a neat horseshoe. This keeps me looking dangerously hip without looking like a hippy.

Despite the obvious convenience of this arrangement–for me anyway-we sometimes have difficulty finding a convenient time for my lovely to perform the hair reduction procedure. For although the amount of hair that resides on my head, is paltry, the mowing process somehow maximizes the coverage to what seems like a statistically impossible area once it is off my head. In other words, a quick buzz has the potential to spread hairlets all over the place–especially places that have the potential to itch if irritated with little bits of hair.

Therefore, we only attempt the procedure under the strictest conditions: just before a shower and preferably within a day or two of a slated cleansing of the salon (our bathroom). Unfortunately these ideal times are also the times we tend to be very tired, and very rushed.

For some reason I cannot fathom my lovely doesn’t relish the opportunity to place a sharp motorized machine near my head, so sometimes the procedure gets put off until, fearing the predatory paparazzi that constantly trail me, I beg her in the harshest of tones to please give me 10 minutes and do the damn job already. So by the time we finally do it, she may not only be tired and busy, but variously distracted, annoyed, resigned and in a hurry.

On one such perfect occasion, I stood hunched , naked, and freezing in the dim light of the tile room, awaiting the 5 minute ordeal of having my head wrenched around and being occasionally poked and praying that my ears would remain intact. She switched on the Wahl and started in at the back of my head, just to the right of my left ear. She took one deft 3″ stroke and screamed. Seems she had forgotten to put on the 1/4 guard (the one that gives me the so popular velvety putting green feel ) and had shaved a 3 x 1-1/2″ swath up the back of my head.

I couldn’t see this in the mirror, no matter which way I turned or how I contorted my head, neck, and eyes. Then everyone else in the house quickly hid all the hand mirrors while we contemplated what to do. We considered a full cranial shave, but opted out because much as my lovely loves to attend to my ravishing dome, she strongly believes its aesthetic quality would be irredeemably compromised were it left fringeless.
So there wasn’t much to do but leave it be and trim around it daily until it faded. So for about 3 days I had a big stripe on the back of my head that I couldn’t see. I was pretty certain though that everyone else with eyes could see it, and would notice it. Yet when I went to work–a school of only 100 kids and 30 staff, all known personally to me–not a soul mentioned it. Not even the 15 or 20 Aspberger types. They had to see it, right?
So, on day 2, lacking much tact or restraint of my own, I started asking others whether they had noticed it. Of course they had, but were too embarrassed or too polite to say anything. They had speculated–minor surgery, a aborted plan to shave my head, a fashion statement, a weird grown-up thing…When I told them the truth we shared a laugh.

So my conclusions:
Don’t overestimate people’s obliviousness.
Don’t underestimate people’s sense of decorum and respect.

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Your symptoms are shared by people other than your race, to wit; many executives complain to me of of …., delayed Borgarigmus, and shortness of pants…long known as a source of
Theodore’s disesae, running sores, and Athlete’s Foot.

Thanks for the comnents!

It all sounds too familiar. At 25 I was still smoking and not in anywhere near the shape I am in now.

I’m not sure how you found the blog so quickly, but I’m glad you checked it out. Please know that our thoughts are with you and the rest of your family.

I don’t know if Gordon knows the derivation of JB. He may.

Yo! (See, I’m still down here with the digital masses.)

CDC

PS: Does Gordon know the derivation of JB?

1. It was still unclear who was paying her bills the past 42 years
2. Police now say that no one ever reported her missing
3. The window was left open and that may explain why no odor was noticed

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ZAGREB, Croatia (AP) — Governments have changed. War erupted and ended. Neighbors had children, and then grandchildren. But Hedviga Golik never left her tiny apartment in Croatia’s capital — until her mummified body was carried out this week, 35 years after she died.

Police said Friday that no one ever reported Golik missing and no one has come to claim her body.

Residents of her loft building in downtown Zagreb had broken into Golik’s flat after deciding that the apartment should belong to them, and not to her. Startled by the remains in bed, they called police.

Forensics experts said Golik likely died in 1973, about the time a neighbor last saw her. Expert Davor Strinovic said she seemed to have died of natural causes, but “it’s almost impossible to say for certain” after so much time.

Some of Golik’s neighbors claimed she had talked about going abroad.

Experts said her windows had been open, likely diminishing the smell. It remained unclear who — if anyone — was paying her bills and who exactly owned the apartment. In the 1970s, when Golik died, apartments were state-owned.

Neighbors now argue the apartment should be divided among the remaining tenants.

The discovery of Golik’s body on Tuesday prompted media debates on how it is possible for a woman to die so long ago without anyone noticing. One local journalist said it showed people were becoming more alienated.

“My dear neighbors! Please keep on being curious and a bit tiresome, as you have been so far,” Merita Arslani wrote in the Jutarnji list daily

Eat food, drink wine, and everything in moderation… including moderation.

Okay, the teacher was me, and I wish I’d written this article, too. Science may not yet, or ever, have all the answers, but having all the questions is a good start. And encouraging people to ask those questions is what it’s all about.

The “Taj Mahal” of high schools will be no such thing. Having recently spent time with a teacher and students from an extremely diverse (economically and all possible factors otherwise) suburb of NY, the new NNHS will be just about on a par with a reasonable facility serving as both a comprehensive high school and community performance and athletic center for a small city (which Newton is). I only hope that the flagrant design and construction mistakes that plague the building constructed in 1973 are not repeated in the new building that will open in… what was that year again?