The hair gets chopped before I leave on tour (31 March).

Done and done!

No, I don’t mean the kind of static that occurs between people, or on the radio — you know, the important kinds. I mean static in my hair. And a metric ton of it.

As many of you know, the consistency of my hair is very much like a baby’s. I just have more of it; what the commercials used to call “flyaway hair.” And boy does it fly in the dry winter weather.

Seems I’ve tried every method out there to get rid of my static flyaway. From conditioners to humidifiers, I just can’t survive the winter. I dread pulling a shirt over my head. Here’s stuff I’ve tried, to limited or no avail:

• ionic hair dryer
• fabric softener sheets through the hair
• leave-in conditioner (icky)
• spraying clothes and hair brush with Static Guard (I keep a can at home and a can in my desk at school — it works temporarily)
• keeping lotion on my skin and hands

I don’t know what else to try. Here’s some sage advice I found on the web:

You can apply olive, almond or coconut oil to your hair and leave this on overnight at least twice a week. This will start changing the texture of your hair from dry to generally healthy. A cup of milk cream with a tablespoon of lavender oil will also make your hair very healthy, sleek and glossy. Applying castor oil to your scalp and fomenting it with hot water will also help to moisturize the roots of your hair. Soak a towel in extremely hot water, squeeze it out and wrap it around your head after applying the oil. Once the towel cools, repeat the process. Do this for at least about four to five times before you wash off the oil.”

Yyyyeah OK no.

I am considering (and I am not joking), the Jamie Lee Curtis cure:

At least I could wear pomade and it would look decent. I don’t know….I just might do it. What say you, Finkites?

All right. Time to go tame the savage follicle beasts.

Blark.

More of “all the news fit to roll your eyes at.” At.

So…remember all the hoo-ha about cell phone EMFs being dangerous? Check this out. Seems we mobile hounds might have cause to take heart. According to the new experiment results published in the Journal of Alzheimer’s Disease:

The researchers say that if cell phone exposure was begun when the Alzheimer’s mice were young adults, and before signs of memory loss became apparent, their cognitive ability was protected. And if older mice with Alzheimer’s were exposed, their memory impairment improved. What’s more, months of cell phone exposure even boosted the memories of normal mice…”

How about that? I hope they’re right…

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I am most decidedly not ready to be shocked at what I read regarding this subject. Not. And I haven’t been on a plane since the 90s.

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I still want a Droid. But I’m looking out the corner of my eye at this. But it would have to be unlocked. Me and T-Mobile…maaaah I don’t think so.

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Ya THINK? Boyfriend had a condo on the side he openly shared with his lady luv, while still refusing to divorce his wife. You tell me.

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On the “the fact that this is important to people creeps me out” scale, I’d give this about an eight.

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Blark. Time to get ready to go to the school house. Too much news, not enough hours in the morning. FYI, my dinner theatre auditions went very well last night. Fun show this year…or at least I hope it will be.

FO

WHAT do you get for the person who has everything already? I know gift cards are the standard answer, but I’d like to stay away from those. Cash is out. Has to be something nice and thoughtful (and I’m not “crafty,” so it unfortunately can’t be anything I make on my own).

It really is a constantly-asked question, isn’t it. There are several people on my Christmas list like this — mostly friends. I mean, you know your family’s hobbies, special likes & dislikes, etc., so they’re not as perplexing. Besides, you can always ask a sibling or spouse for help.

But how do you score with buying presents for he/she who has seen everything, done everything and has everything?

Hep me! Please and thank you.

Begin.

PS – Last night was weirdsville at the Fink house. No revisions to do, no reading 15-page journal articles, no studying…bizarre.

So I’m on my sixth trumpet player already. No, no, sorry no, and no, sorry. That’s all I’ve heard since my guy bailed (via a message through someone else) yesterday. It’s amazing how one domino in the line — one stone thrown in the pond — can affect everything else. I could just scream. I mean, really. So I call the guy, and he says, “I can play the show; I just can’t play on Saturday.”

*cricket*   *cricket*

So if any of you could fly out to Finkville on Saturday, 7 November, to play our 2:00 show, that would be outstanding. I have the other 3 shows covered by someone else (thank the Lord for him), but he cannot make the matinee. Come on, Suzanne. You’re a trumpet player. What’s the airfare from Amsterdam to Cleveland? Couldn’t be more’n a couple-a grand. Help a sister out here.

I’m just a bit tetchy today. Up since 4, battling that which I cannot control. I hate not having control of my stuff, you know? Ah well, no matter. I will see some good fiends today. I’ll also see baby boy Lars when he comes to pick me up to go to rehearsal. Haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks, and we live on the same flippin’ street. Life is crazy, I tell ya.

I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on my erstwhile 2nd trumpet player. He’s a really nice young man; a stand-up guy who didn’t see a conflict coming. I suppose if I simply went without a 2nd player in the matinee, the world would still spin and we’d make it to the end of the afternoon alive. It’s just that I really hate that idea.

Tetchy. It’s the word o’ the week. Good mouth feel. Sounds like a swear word, but isn’t, so it’s a good value for your anger buck. Thumbs up.

FO