The weekly cut

Tuesday 7/16/24

I've been listening to what might be the greatest musical document I've ever heard, as in, the single best piece of music I have experienced in my life, a musical document as the answer, if you will, a document beyond music in and of itself, where so much comes together. What is it? I'll get to that later. I would like this document to be discussed in a book I've been planning, but I'll talk about it on here soon.

Got shorn at the barber. The Zulu cut.

There was this meathead before me getting his hair cut. He had a big dog, and the meathead had fastened the dog's leash to the knob of the open door of the shop so that the dog was positioned in the doorway, laying across the length of it. Really hot today--tough to be a dog outside, I should think. But, man did this guy make himself comfortable in the shop. When he was done, he stood up and said, "I look beautiful" as he admired himself in the mirror. Then he started helping himself to the barber's stuff--tools of the trade, as it were. He was getting towels for himself, and using the thing that blows the hair off of you. He went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open, bathed his head in the sink, and came out for another towel, which he got himself, like he owned the joint. As he left, he said he'd be back next week. For his weekly haircut? Interesting.

I talked to a certain buddy of mine on FaceTime, but only briefly, because she was busy pretending to be her sister getting a vaccine. "So you're eight-years-old right now?" I asked. "Yes," she replied.

Some people are about to do some things they're going to regret. It's not worth it. It's just not worth it. I know what you're up to, I know who you've done business with--for lack of a better term--and why, I have quotes from those people about how they weren't qualified to get what they got and it was just a hookup, and of course I know all about them and their career (as such) and their poor writing (which it's so easy to provide examples of) and I'm ready to roll on you with all of the information and proof I have as soon as you do officially do it. Don't. You'll just regret it. And you won't get away with it.

I don't want to put anyone up on here and I don't want cause to do it, either. I'm a guy who writes thank you notes to tax collectors via the Department of Revenue website. But I won't stand by and let you discriminate against me. Especially as it's so blatant--as obvious as anything can be for others to see.

Walked three miles, did 100 push-ups, ran 3000 stairs at City Hall. It was a little tricky in the heat. A man came up to me and told me he ran eight miles this morning. He did look very fit and he had a nice suit. Friendly guy. I liked him.