Blogger: The Missing Year

Yikes. I knew it had been a while since I blogged, but a whole year?! I am shocked, yes, shocked! that it's been so long since I wrote. I had a hard time even finding myself, so to speak.

I've been writing, but not blogging; thinking, but not doing. Gotta do. So I'm back. With a vengeance . And a bad haircut.

I went in for a trim and shaping and got the Marsha's Haircut Massacree. Still, I didn't cry. I know hair grows. Two days later, a little local newspaper I write for called and said they wanted to take a photo of me -- for the cover.

I'm too old for this shit. 

It's all so high school/old school. But bad haircuts never die...they just kill.

The reason for the photo is an article on The Beatles that I wrote last year about their 50th anniversary, just now making it to print. Actually, the focus of the article is Karen Kosinski, a woman who went to Liverpool and got a master's degree in The Beatles. But I'm in there, too, with a personal part about 1964 and what the lads meant to me as a teenager.

1964. I remember getting a similar bad haircut back then, compliments of my dad, who thought cutting girls' hair was like cutting boys' hair. Since then, I've mostly gone with the "Give me lots of hair, long beautiful hair" philosophy of the Age of Aquarius. Damn the torpedoes and trends -- full hair ahead! Teach me for forgetting my roots.

So, you may see me tonight with an illegal smile...and also on the full-color cover of the Beacon Senior Newspaper for March, with distribution far beyond my wildest nightmares on a bad hair...day? I wish I were a dream for a day or even just the cover girl of the month.  

But some things last forever, as in newsprint. And the Internet. And the apparently everlasting sagas of bad haircuts. (Don't these people get training?)

O h, well. Next up on the playlist: David Crosby's "Almost Cut My Hair." I'm listening.