morning fog
this morning i woke up and thought my hair looked good, so i rode the bus to work instead of my bike because i didn’t want to mess up my hair with a bike helmet. this is how decisions are made.
i tell the people, when i get semi-annual haircuts, that i want a haircut that will look good when i roll out of bed. i do not want to have to manipulate.
carless commuting is good. either i am swimming through the ocean breeze on my bicycle, skirting the freeway and through the park where dogs run and frisbee golfers are drinking beer at 9am, or reading a book or the new yorker, alternativing between laughing to myself or staring out the window of the bus. most days, both of these methods beat driving in my car, even though the car trip was only 7 minutes, because they give me time to wake up in the morning before i get to my desk, and decompress before i get home, not to mention getting exercise and fresh air and some thinking done. it’s the days when i want to go to the grocery or run errands that are difficult, but even then.
this morning a youngish guy in an AC/DC Back in Black shirt got off the bus (original or reproduction?), and i was immediately reminded that today i have a red mohawk, and not 12 hours ago i was dancing on a bar in pants that are too tight because i haven’t been to the gym in a month.
and although i despise evergreen lawns for ecological reasons, when the bus passed and the whole thing filled up with the smell of cut grass, i was in heaven.
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