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If you were interested in the paper about an early modern doctor’s casebook that I posted asking for, let me also point you in this direction: the Cambridge Casebook Project: “In the decades around 1600, the astrologers Simon Forman and Richard Napier produced one of the largest surviving sets of medical records in history. The Casebooks Project, a team of scholars at the University of Cambridge, has transformed this paper archive into a digital archive.”

(What’s different about the guy the paper is about is that he’s not an astrologer-physician, but a more modern learned physician.)

And also in historical stuff, YouTube helpfully reminded me that Janet Stephens, the “hairstyle archaeologist” exists, by throwing my way her video of a period 1870s hairstyle done up in magenta pink for steampunk purposes. I’m fairly sure I mentioned her before, although I can’t be arsed to look it up. But while waiting for my repaired computer to arrive (it was shipped overnight...on Thursday*), I whiled away the time watching her demonstrate lots of Classical hairstyles.

*I am sympathetic to them being overwhelmed due to the pandemic. I am notsympathetic to them claiming the computer was on the truck Friday, then not attempting delivery Saturday, then claiming the thing was on the truck this morning, and delivering it at 8:50 PM, after they said the delivery window was 1-3. If they’d just SAID the damn thing was delayed, I’d not be so annoyed and panicky that it had been stolen. (See: my Wacom Companion 2 several years ago that was shipped to FLORIDA, and the terrible run-ins with Wacom’s terrible customer service, and them not giving me any response until I threatened to reverse the charge on my credit card.)

I have also got inspired to buy hair extensions because I am tired of not having hair long enough to do really nifty updos, and since it looks like we’ll be wearing masks in public for the foreseeable future, and pulling my hair into an updo reduces the amount of poking at my face I do, well, it seemed the logical next step. I sent pictures of my hair to a couple different companions for color-matching purposes, then ordered swatches, and pulled the trigger on that earlier tonight. The second set of swatches also fell victim to postal shenanigans: this time instead of UPS delivering four days late, the post office just didn’t bother to deliver on Friday, when they said the samples were on the truck, or Saturday, claiming there was an obstruction and they couldn’t get to the mailbox. (We have a video doorbell. At the time they claimed, there was nothing parked in front of it.) We’ve had delayed-delivery weirdnesses with this post office several times in the past few months, starting from before the pandemic, so I think it may just be employees scanning things as delivered so they don’t get in trouble for forgetting it or not getting to our house.

So we shall see. My hair is too thin on top to clip extensions in higher than my ears, but that’s totally fine for the purposes of twisting and braiding into various buns and such. If these work out, I shall consider investing in a set in a ridiculously fake color for the hell of it.
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The 2020 Minnesota State High School All Hockey Hair Team.

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Go answer my poll in the previous entry before reading this. :)

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Toby and I went out to lunch today, and afterward, as we headed over to the cashier to pay, we walked by this elderly couple, the woman pushing the man in his wheelchair. As we passed, the woman looked at me and gave me the sourest look ever. I just gave her the sunniest smile I could and went on my way.

It wasn't until I got back to work that I realized she must been offended by my hair.

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I signed up for [community profile] fandom_stocking this year, and my stocking is here.

I meant to say The Haunting of Hill House rather than The House on Haunted Hill, but it gets across the idea of horror and ghost stories that aren't terribly DEMON POSSESSED SPLATTERPORN, so I'll let it stand.

Now to try to get enough motivation to do something in return for someone! I had a migraine threaten yesterday morning and for ONCE managed to take meds in time to catch it, but that means I spent the rest of yesterday and last night rather sleepy, and I'm still kinda sleepy this morning. At least in the afternoon I didn't have to do anything more taxing than sit in a chair at the salon and let my stylist color my hair. As is my tradition, I took a selfie from the car and sent it to Toby, and as usual it looks nothing like the actual color.

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So apparently I have curly hair now. Forty-odd years of stick-straight hair (though permed to hell in the 80s and early 90s), and now this. Who knew?

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And one more post this morning before we go find breakfast and then PACK ALL THE THINGS!

Went to get my hair cut yesterday, which is where I learned about the Groupon coming out today. It's been HOTTER THAN HELL here and I was tired of my hair gluing itself to my forehead in damp strings, so I told Anthony "Think Judi Dench!" He said "That's short!" I said "That's the idea!"

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Okay. So I'm getting my hair cut at the salon I go to, which moved to a more ... not downtown, as it's still a mile or so south of downtown, but certainly a more hip, "up and coming" neighborhood, which is code for "the crack dealers are moving out and the trendy artists are moving in."

As part of the vibrant street life there's this raving street preacher who wanders in every single day right about 3:30, and since I always go at 3, he wanders through in the middle of my haircut (which means I have no real idea what he looks like, as my glasses are always off). He writes his own sermons. They're not very long, as he hand-writes them on printer paper or notebook paper in large handwriting. He reads the sermon off with no regard for punctuation, and if he's got an invitation to a prayer meeting at the end of it, he launches straight into that with no pause, which is a bit disconcerting.

The staff listen to him politely, say "Praise Jesus" if he says "Say Praise Jesus!" and then he leaves, leaving his handwritten sermon behind. I do not know if he writes a different sermon for every place he visits, or just copies the same one out by hand. Anthony, my stylist, keeps the sermons in a folder and claims he's going to put them into a coffee-table book, and give Preacher Guy, whose name I've forgotten, a copy, and keep one for the coffee table in the waiting area.

Today Anthony showed me what he terms the Scary Jesus sermon, which is one on which Preacher Guy drew a picture in ballpoint pen and pink highlighter. When he gave it to Anthony, Anthony said "So who's this bad guy?" pointing to the picture, whereupon Preacher Guy was slightly affronted and said "That's Jesus!"

And when I looked at Scary Jesus, I thought he bore a distinct resemblance to James May from Top Gear.

If you don't believe any of this story, I present you proof! Page 1 of the sermon, along with Scary Jesus and James May side-by-side:

Click! IF YOU DARE! )

Picspam!

Jul. 8th, 2009 05:59 pm
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Kittyspam, new haircut, and button display board. :)

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I have the pictures you were screaming for here. Can I have some peace and quiet now?

It was damn hard to get a non-goofy-looking pic today )

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