You know you've gotten vain and self-absorbed when you upload all the pictures of yourself you can find to Flickr, and when you start referring to yourself as "Moi" a la Miss Piggy. On the other hand, I wanted a project to do while dealing with an insomniac night and avoiding a terribly early start to house cleaning. It's nice to have these scanned and ordered.

In any case, here's every picture I could find of myself that was either solo or with a very small number of other people. My parents each have more of them, I think, and there are some major gaps in the timeline, including any picture from my favorite childhood year (1977-1978, when we were in Coronado, California) and a surprisingly huge gap in my mid- to late-twenties. I think I have a large number of undeveloped throw-away cameras from that time stowed in a box somewhere.   Come to think of it, the gothic pictures of me account for some of that intervening time.



In other news, my friend Phil will be house-sitting for me starting tomorrow while I'm at JavaOne in San Francisco. Thus the house-cleaning - I didn't want Phil to have to live in an utter pigsty for the next week. Look for plenty of pictures from San Fran during the week.

I've been seriously neglecting my hair for some time. Somehow, going to the hair dresser's has tended to creep down my list of things to do for the past year or two. So I finally got off my duff and went to the hair dressers yesterday. Fortunately, I knew the best place in Durham to go for a hair cut:



Do or Dye is on Gregson Street just south of Brightleaf Square. I've tried several other places in town, and this is the only place that gets it right - and it's very reasonably priced. In particular, Therese is the best stylist I've had in years.

My friend hsarik wanted me to put before and after pictures up on the blog, so here goes:


Before


After

She took about 4 inches off all around, and gave me some nice layering. Therese joked that she probably cut about three pounds off - and it certainly feels like it. The ends are far healthier now.

So it's not like I lost 50 pounds like I need to, or that I could be a movie star, but it definitely was a positive change. It'll be nice to have shorter hair this summer, too.

A friend recently asked for a photo of me when I was in my Goth phase (which lasted generally from 1993 to about 1999, give or take, although I was interested in the music long before that.)

So here are a couple of pictures. I was known more for wearing red than black, and I was fortunate enough to be involved in the scene before tattoos and piercings were de rigeur. Given my belonephobia and all (which is related to the PTSD.)

I believe the following picture of me and my friend Julie was taken at the 9:30 club in Washington, D.C., during a Strange Boutique performance, circa 1993. I was wearing what one friend termed "My Little Red Goth Suit," which I gave to Goodwill a couple of years ago to brighten some other young gothlet's night. See the flickr stream for more of this sort.




So, you see, I did have a past... really, dancing was the main reason I went.