Nirvana, here I come

Today I styled my hair just like my new best friend Artem (not actually my friend). I have made a very big decision – I will go ahead and get my “2046” haircut. I will be cool, I may even buy spats (http://www.benlocker.com/blog/?p=178). Progress, you little charlot. A full life is maybe 70, 80 years? We cram it full of shit – brand new televisions, homeopathic remedies, self-defense classes, comprehensive lists of battlefield locations. Goddamn it all to hell, all I ever wanted was a nice haircut and a few accessories, a little pussy and a whole lot of senseless fun.

Shooting a Russian

Another day of taking orchestra photos. Extra special mention has to be made of Artem, originally of Siberia, who did a Russian dance with his cello in his hands. Forget the fact that he was able to do it – just the fact that he did do it was beautiful, and he did it with humor and gusto. I just can’t help but admire people who dance and sing and laugh. Tomorrow feels fun already.