Hair

Generally speaking, I regard the gratuitous posting of pictures of one's self on a blog as obnoxious---the natural extension for the person who once counted the number of pictures of their self that appeared in their high school yearbook. But since this is directly applicable to the content herein, I'm going to have break my rule.

Last night, my wife Liz and I decided that we'd make a New Year's resolution that was actually attainable. From this day forth, we are not going to cut our hair until 2010. If you're wondering, there is no real point to this, other than making a resolution that we stand a chance of keeping. Will we keep it? Who knows. But it seems more rational than saying, for example, I'm going to go to the gym every day or I'm quitting drugs.

So here, take a gander. Here are pictures of Liz and I, and our hair, on December, 31, 2008. Notice I'm scratching my chin. It must mean I'm thinking big literary thoughts because people who scratch their chins in pictures are always thinking big literary thoughts. And Liz has her head tossed back like a starlet because every woman who lives in Manchester, New Hampshire, is a starlet. Quite the handsome couple, eh?

Right now, caffeinated and brazen, I think we're going to actually do this. God speed, my friends. And God bless America.