The pleasure of no hair

Russ shaved my head on Sunday (with an electric razor, no guard), so I'm currently at the "velcro" stage of hair growth. This means that hats, sheets, t-shirts, etc, all sort of stick to my head.

It feels sort of bristly to the touch, not as soft as it will feel in a week. But I love the feeling of the air on my scalp. And showers are ecstatic experiences right now.

It is like the feeling of sheets on a freshly shaven leg, or the feeling of fingertips right after cutting your fingernails: the sensuality of the experience is enhanced because that skin, those nerves, are usually a little further from the world, hidden by dead skin cells of different kinds.

Sometimes when people ask why I shave my head, I tell them it is because I'm lazy and I don't like paying for hair cuts. These things are also true, but that is just the simpler explanation. I just don't want to explain to my parents, my co-workers, the occasional stranger, that I shave my head because I am a sensation whore.

Day 4 - Movies and drumming

Subtitle:

If you can't play well, at least use both hands.

Went to see Lost in Translation with Mom. Slow, but it had its moments. The girl was cute, and she spent large sections of the movie sitting around in panties and a tank top.

Other highlights of my fourth day off:

- Had leftover tortellini for breakfast.

- Downloaded about 70 minutes worth of Mardi Gras music for my up-coming birthday party.

- Went shopping at Michael's, the craft store. Tons of new scrapbooking stuff available; I wouldn't even know what to do with some of it!

- Pizza with Mom and Elaine, and they let me bring the leftovers home!

- Our first official Silver Spiral drumming lesson. My hands are red and tingly now. It was lots of fun. I'm not really good, but I think I have potential.