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As some of you know Neyir and I have taken the plunge and slapped down our 40 quid to get all the haircutting and colouring that we want at a local Higher Education college (read: beauty college). It was slightly scary at first being that to get one’s hair coloured a skin test is required each time and that we are the only people under about 78 who go to the college for hair treatments. Neyir seems to always get the chatty ones while I get the shy hairdressers. I haven’t even had to tell anyone yet about my husband training to be a minister (which is usually quite a conversation stopper). Then again, maybe I’m just shy. Somehow chatting with your hairdresser (and when this person changes every time you get your hair cut) just isn’t on the top of my list for fun activities. Beyond the general civilities, I’m not sure what to say. How does one work on one’s small talk skills?

I think this may be one reason why Bryce’s hair is long and yet still standing upright — as a means to avoid the difficult hairdresser small talk.

In other news, it’s cold and windy. I’m thankful I did get my hair cut last week (it’s at the shortest it’s been ever I think) because the day after I did, winds upwards of 25 mph were swirling my hair around like I was being tossed around in the dryer. And I’ve decided that having short hair or long-enough-to-pull-back hair is the only way to make it out alive in this Edinburgh wind tunnel. I’ve been super busy with reading for tutorials, reading for my PhD, and reading for my research job.

A post to come on intentional living, Derrida and Thoreau — it’ll probably find a home on Intellectuelle within the week.

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