Thursday, March 23, 2006
Shave Head Instead
Oh screw budgeting my time, too much to do anyway, just carpe diem. Shaved my head for the first day of spring, feels alive in the wind. One's scalp is quite sensitive under "all that" hair. Back in "the day" my buddy Andre and I took a jaunt to the Berzerkeley Rose Garden with our matching fresh-shaved heads. We spent quite a while sniffing and feeling the various roses with our silky soft heads (we were both in the "rabbit fur" stage), laughing and carrying on down there at the bottom where the trees look like extras in a scary movie. This one big Georgia Peach was the shiznits, except for the spiders and ants. Everyone should shave their head at least once, just to feel all the stuff. It makes a big difference to bust out the shaving cream and go for pure skin too. That way, when you go to bed that night your head sticks to the pillow, you can tell the difference between linen, satin, or felt like never before, and also palpate the difference in hair length over a period of an hour or so. Psychic energy gets through better too, of course, so it's best to surround oneself with supportive people, especially if you're female since hair is the law for women in the prevalent death-culture. When I was 16 I convince my mom to shave her head for her 40th birthday. Some repressed lipstick & nylon wearing hag that worked at the bar in Occidental asked her why she did it, to which my mom replied "for fun", to which the old sourpuss barked back "You're sick", but she meant it nasty, full of vitriol, saying what the other chickenshit conformists were thinking. Some people will treat you the same with no hair, others not so, very illustrative of prejudice and insecurities. On my drive from San Jose to SF today I had the sunroof open and felt the coolness of the spring breeze just a might more than I wanted, so I reached for a red corduroye cap I had sitting on the dash. The sun had heated it just so, and the warm softness of that foam rubber lined cap was beyond compare, which is what made me think of writing about all these bald sensations.