My barber, an older gentleman from Italy, has twice mentioned he'd like to "maybe 'hightlight' my hair on my next visit"; I'm not quite sure why he keeps suggesting this to me, I've never considered myself a "frosted tip" type, certainly not one to consider such a suggestion. Tony, the barber, tells me he at one time was a hired barber on the Warner Brothers studio lot many years ago, seems interesting enough to me, I'm just happy he has some skill with cutting. I don't need a cut for another few weeks, but I'm now faced with this question every visit and consider other throw-back hair fads that are now open to me. For instance, what about the lines on the side of the head just above the ear Dominic Wilkins style? Or, the quarter inch shave in the same area with a mullet? I guess there are some things men really shouldn't continue after 30, like wearing "skinny jeans" perhaps. I'm not one to judge...just sayin. 

September 7th 2008...

...was the day a harmless fender bender (101 fwy/Woodman Ave. intersection) became a few thousand dollars and a couple hundred hours of public servitude. Last night, while riding my bike to Universal City Station, my progress was inturrupted by yet another fender bender, by yet another careless woman driver not paying attention and once again I was hit at the very same intersection.

No need to worry, I've had worse bruises and scrapes (as a rad bmx'r when helmets weren't invented yet and Christian Slater was Gleaming the Cube), however I was a little freaked that the woman might call an ambulance or the cops and I'd be arrested. I made my way to the Red Line and played some pool with some friends. Yay! I have a feeling God is telling me something. Perhaps I wasn't meant to live in Sherman Oaks, perhaps I wasn't meant to be around that intersection. I think I'll move.

Oh...and Good Friday wasn't so good last year either.  

Happy Easter everyone. 
I have a "He is risen" party to attend. 

Ciao.