My dreadlocks
Today at the Young Men's Christian Association a guy on a workout machine randomly said to me "Hey, you got a minute?" I was like... "maybe?" because i don't want to, for instance, join in a multilevel marketing venture. I don't care how many times you "ran the numbers" -- those things just don't work for normal people like the kinds of people i know. Although if i ever DID get involved in an MLM, i would call everyone i know and say "Hey, i just got involved in an MLM, and it only works if i have lots of people on the level below me, and you can use this same pitch to get lots of people on the level below you, and if you do, you might make some money." None of this crap like "Hey! It's Philliam, the guy who lived across the hall from you at college! Could we get together for a chat over coffee to catch up on old times??? I'm buying!!!!!!exclamation point!!!!"So the guy on the weight machine said "sure you do!" so i went over and he asked me "Do you know where dreadlocks came from?" I believe the first time they were called "dreadlocks" was in Jamaica, where the African immigrants rebelled against the white establishment, and started letting their hair go crazy just to piss off the silly English types, who called them "Dreadful locks of hair". The fellow told me about the nazarite vow from Numbers, and we had ourselves a nice little conversation about dreads. John the Baptist, Samson (a Nazarite for life), Elijah, these people may have had dreadlocks, although i'm sure they were called something else.
I'm really happy with my locks at this point. I used to spend hours working on the ends of the locks, trying to get them blunt and rounded. I'd even snip off the straight haired bits. But no longer! Now i'm leaving them to just get wispy, letting them partially fall out at the ends. I think it looks rad. And possibly a little more obviously clean. No Doritos stuck in my hair, thanks. Actually, the other day, somebody came up behind me and said "You have a feather in your hair", which was from my pillow, but we had a nice conversation about pet chickens, and now i have a contact in the pet chicken community.
Also, i made some pants today. They're specifically ZUMBA! teaching pants. This means they're loose enough to move freely, but not baggy enough so nobody can see my legs. And there's different color pockets on the knees and seat so, again, people can see what's going on. Which brings me again to the rather weird thought that when i lead class, people staring at my butt. Or at least paying attention to it. Again: weird. I guess i should put pictures up. Of the pants. Not my... uh... nevermind.
Juanito, you are one of my favorite people.
-- Linda (URL) - 03 November '09 - 15:50