Hair Cut

I got my hair cut yesterday. Off all the male grooming procedures out there, I think I enjoy this one the most. A skilled hand working its way around your head, the snip snip of the clippers, the soft buzz of the electric trimmer. Its living the good life, if only for 15 minutes.

I like my guy here in London as well. He has a real sense of style and always offers me a whisky when I stop by. Not quite sure about that one, but he never partakes, so I feel confident that he isn't drunk behind the wheel. I do find it a little odd that he has a very confident, manly photograph of himself in the shop where he is showing off his hair style. This has always confused me because it obviously isn't an example of his own work. I mean, he isn't cutting his own hair, is he? When I was a kid, I remember hearing a story of a Japanese surgeon who removed some malfunctioning part of his anatomy, but I have to believe that cutting your own hair is a little more difficult. When you are dissecting yourself, you don't really need the aid of a mirror, but when you cut your hair, you need to use it. Left is right, right is left -- it just gets too complicated.

But I was also thinking that my guy is a little misguided on the business front. He kept pushing me to cut is a little bit shorter. I gave into his whimsy a couple of times, but at one point I had to call it. It was short enough. But, as a man cutting hair in a London suburb, he relies on repeat customers. He isn't one of these central haircutters who rely on passers-by, tourists and vagrants. Repeat customers are his life blood. The best kind of repeat customer is the frequent repeat customer. The longer he can get me to leave my hair, the sooner I'll be in the chair, but if he perfers a job well done to the hope of a more frequent customer, then so be it.

Hello, World?

I'm still trying to get the world to notice me via Google. I have given them the information the need to get me listed on their site but it might not happen for a while, or ever.

I went to see if my site had indeed been posted yet and the short answer is no, it hasn't. But, if you do a search for brett davis old blog cabin you come up with results that I certainly did not intend.

Now, I don't have anything against gay porn if that is your thang but I guess I feel as though I may be misleading the public. What if, for instance, someone goes to Google, types in brett davis blog cabin expecting to find this well crafted piece of internet opinery and finds the Gay Porn Blog? What if, indeed.

Generally speaking, if you were to Google only my name, you would find that I share my name with some kind of author that writes a series of books called Bone Wars (which may also be some kind of porn) and a guy running for the 80th Assembly District of the state of Wisconsin as a Republican (not porn, but gratuitous none the less).

Now, I've never been able to explain this one, but if you should find your way to www.brettdavis.com, you are redirected to the homepage of the Democratic National Committee. How you relate that to porn is up to you. Personally, its a satisfying and doesn't leave a fairly disturbing taste in my mouth.

Existential crisis

I am in the midst of an issue.

At work, because I am not a full member of the staff, I have to login as the guy who had my job previous to me. So, the computer refuses to recognise me as who I am, a real, flesh and blood person trying to help out the masses. That is bad enough, but my crisis has reached whole new levels. Now, it doesn't even recognise the guy I am imitating. Existentially speaking, it doesn't get much worse than when there is a refusal to recognise you as an individual person, except when there is also widespread refusal to recognise the person that you are pretending to be.

The good news is that the Victoria Liners really took command of the hallway today... mainly because the Thameslink was suspended at King's Cross. You take your victories where you can get them.