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Thursday, February 9, 2012


I have a new haircut.

Children cry out in revulsion at my haircut, and castigate me in loud voices. Men mock me. Women crowd around me, praising my haircut, a strange light in their eyes.

It is an eerie thing, my haircut.

Posted by benrosen at February 9, 2012 04:54 PM | Up to blog

Pictures, please! I want to mock with good cause.

Posted by: Stephen Gaskell at February 9, 2012 05:41 PM

I expected this to end with "All die. O, the embarrassment!"

Posted by: Jed at February 9, 2012 06:37 PM

What's the phrase? "Pics or it didn't happen?" Yes. That.

Posted by: Jackie M. at February 10, 2012 07:51 AM

That's one amazing haircut!
I see you went to that stylist whose work can only be seen by those who are virtuous and worthy - the same one who gave the Emperor his new 'do.

Posted by: Jim Moskowitz at February 11, 2012 06:51 PM

Yes, Jackie, that is the phrase I was trying to elicit.

For the curious, and not for the faint of heart, here is a picture.

Posted by: Benjamin Rosenbaum at February 12, 2012 01:35 PM

If you do not look precisely like that the next time I see you in person, i will be very Put Out.

Posted by: Jackie M. at March 4, 2012 12:01 AM

I take it that's a vote for me to keep the haircut until Wiscon.

Posted by: Benjamin Rosenbaum at March 4, 2012 08:26 AM
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