There are some things I’ve never done that I want to do: get a tattoo.  Jump out of a plane.  Go hang gliding, dye my hair punk-rock blue, etc…  but they become harder to accomplish at different points in my life.  I can more likely jump out of a plane in the next five years than do the hair dying thing.  That was something that probably had to happen in college or not at all.

Shrug.  No big loss there, really.

However, especially when surrounded by artists and looking to save money wherever I can, cutting my own hair was kinda on the list.  I’d had an old girlfriend do it once before, it was her idea, and it turned out pretty short and pretty unfortunate then, too.  But my hair was at a point where either I cut it myself or I committed to a much shaggier lifestyle.  There’s nothing that says the latter still won’t happen once my head recovers…