On Coiffures, Unplanned

Like the dandy-boy I can be when I'm not watching a baseball game, sipping a Guinness, or extolling the potential virtues of a McCain presidency, as I just brushed my teeth in the mirror I sheepishly wished that my rain-tousled hair could always look this way.

P.S.

I know the layout of this blog looks ridiculous. But I majored in Accounting, not interior decorating (miracles and not math?).

I'm open to any and all recommendations.

Done

Yikes. No more politics for a while. You know it's time to give something a rest when even you're tired of it.

I just started watching The Sopranos. Yes, typical, Mike catching on to something about nine years after it started. Well, I didn't have HBO as a boy (nor do I now), but Netflix is helping me bridge some gaps. It is totally mind blowing, just the art of that show. Perhaps the first thing that people from Howard Beach and the Upper West Side can agree on since, oh, just ever.