My New Jazz Age Haircut

I wanted a change badly, so I took a risk and had a bunch of my hair cut off. I felt a small tinge of separation anxiety when I saw the hairdresser assistant swept the long chunks of my hair off to the side of the floor. But voila here is my new look and I'm happy! It's meant to be more "This Side of Paradise" than a flipper. I know, I know, I made that up. The way it's going now without blow drying for the third day in a row, it's going to end up looking more like a junior high girl's hair before she found her own style. Well, anyhow i love it.

Growing Pain- Part I

I met Michelle T. when I was twenty three in the Hong Kong University coffee shop. I was still new to Hong Kong, and as an undergrad transfer student from New York, I felt out of sort amidst the younger Chinese university student colleagues. I saw myself as old and unfit to be there. Imagine that? I'd die to be twenty three again now, but that's how I felt then. I was already married yet I was still a kid, and comparing myself to the other naive kids who may have still been virgins I had mixed feelings of superiority and shame.

It was may be the first or the second day of school, I don't recall exactly. Exhausted from the class hopping in the new environment, I made my way to the coffee shop on the main square on campus. The venue was crowded with hungry people hunting for food and seats. I maneuvered my way to the pay station with a tray of toastie and a Diet Coke and snatched a table quickly shamelessly demonstrating my competitiveness (and perhaps rudeness) a la Korean style. Once seated, I opened the can of Diet Coke- the drink of choice by me in those days, always dieting- and lit a Marlboro Light, ready to start people watching. This was the moment I spotted Michelle T. And she spotted me too! It was a classic moment of friendship at first sight. I recognized the uncanny coolness in her looks and demeanor right away. She stood out like a rose in a bush of weeds, like a flamboyant soul among, let's say, a bunch of bankers. And as for me, well, it was clear that she also noticed me because she actually came up to my table and said she had noticed me earlier on campus would it be OK if she sat next to me.

Truth Be Told

The thing about blogging is that I'm a little confused about who my readers should be. Originally I decided to start blogging in order to keep track of myself as well as to keep my friends and family posted on what I'm up to since I'm never in their lives by the default that is where I live. What I didn't realize was that friends and family and myself was too big of an audience group to satisfy.
The question of subject matter surfaced when deciding to whom among the "friends and family" I let known the existence of my blog. I mean, what if I want to talk about the future move to Korea and some of the family members aren't supposed to know about it just yet? Maybe I want to write up on kinky thoughts or on ex-boyfriends? Eventually I decided that my blog will be a "clean" blog. Nothing dirty, nothing I wouldn't hang on my laundry line out the window.
But that's about to change now. Now, I WILL talk about everything I want. I WILL banter on friendships gone wrong; I WILL go on and on about the shoes I saw at the mall the other day; I WILL talk about how awful it is to work on a make-up gig in Israel because the people involved are so horrible; and maybe if I'm in the mood, I might even write about my political inclination or the lack there of. The only "family and friends" reading my blog posts are Michelle and David anyway. (Hello! and hello!)
So to celebrate this *bold* move, I'm going to write about Michelle (No not the one I mentioned in my earlier post.), a friend from Hong Kong in the upcoming post. (I am going through a growth spurt right now-- I'm mending things from the past.)