{"id":274,"date":"2000-11-06T17:00:00","date_gmt":"2000-11-06T17:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/?p=274"},"modified":"2024-12-01T20:27:38","modified_gmt":"2024-12-02T04:27:38","slug":"well_call_him_s_1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/2000\/11\/06\/well_call_him_s_1\/","title":{"rendered":"We’ll Call Him Shawn"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"FreshlyIt’s amazing what a haircut can do to help morale.<\/strong> I think it’s because I cut my own hair (and have ever since I was fifteen \u2014 I\u2019m solely responsible for all those asymmetric skater styles I wore in high school and college), and I usually end up doing on the spur of the moment when I feel the need for some kind of change that I can control. Or maybe it’s the feeling of letting go of excess weight. Or just the novelty of looking different after feeling a bit of a rut come on. Any way you look at it, I\u2019m all easy-to-groom again and ready for the wash-and-go pace of my trip abroad.<\/p>\n

Oh yeah, someone<\/a> I chat with a lot pointed out to me that I haven’t even mentioned here that I\u2019m leaving Thursday for a free week-long trip to Sorrento, Italy. [Insert warning of a week without updates here.] I\u2019m helping a friend look after a group of her customers (among many other things, her company sells tour packages) in exchange for a week of free travel, food, and lodging in southern Italy. This is the same way I got to go to China and through the Panama Canal. It’s a sweet deal, and playing shepherd to a busload of tourists is a small price to pay for the change of pace.<\/p>\n

But anyway, I shouldn’t suggest that I needed a haircut because I\u2019ve been feeling rotten or anything. stressed yes, with sporadic mopiness, but not rotten. Amidst the frantic crush to get work and errands done before I leave for Italy, I had a fantastic weekend entertaining P.J.<\/a> and Chris, who stopped by for a quick trip filled with record shopping, eating in bamboo-filled restaurants, and general carousing.<\/p>\n

\"Me,<\/p>\n

There were some moments of weird social dynamics to the whole situation. I mean, we all got along swimmingly, but P.J. and Chris are old friends who haven’t seen each other in a while, and who came to visit me after they had already spent a couple of days together in Philadelphia. \"ChrisTo some extent, that left me a bit of an outsider to chunks of conversation they were having. Besides, they were in tune to the goings-on in all the record stores we visited in a way that I haven’t been in a few years, since moving from Boston back to New York threw off my connection to any flavor of musical scene. On top of that, I know them independently, through correspondence and phone calls and whatnot, so I also had to adjust to meeting each of them face-to-face for the first time. It’s an adjustment I\u2019ve had to make many times when meeting on-line pals for the first time, but the extra layer of catching up they had to do threw me for a little while. I got over it, they got over it, we got used to knowing each other as meatspace pals instead of flirty online abstractions.<\/p>\n

Them boys is fun, though, and we laughed a lot, looked at a lot of cute boys, bought a lot of records (well, all I got were a few zines and a Chicks on Speed EP of B-52’s covers), and goofed around.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s amazing what a haircut can do to help morale. I think it’s because I cut my own hair (and have ever since I was fifteen \u2014 I\u2019m solely responsible for all those asymmetric skater styles I wore in high school and college), and I usually end up doing on the spur of the moment … Continue reading “We’ll Call Him Shawn”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ultrapersonal","category-ultraphotographic"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/274","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=274"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77446,"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/274\/revisions\/77446"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ultrasparky.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}