in which our heroine

My hair smells like good clean boy. I don't have and haven't been rolling around with a good clean boy, but my hair smells like it. Strange how smell can have such a strong effect on our associations and memories--all it really is is a molecule or several fitting into some fancy receptors and triggering some kind of synapse pathway leading to memory. (I'm guessing; no actual research done here. I figure your nose if like your tongue, just a lot less... well, I guess measures of fun are subjective.)

Earlier today I was remembering very distinctly the smell of the old video store that used to be at the bottom of the cliff in Oregon City and trying to pinpoint the separate elements--stale popcorn, hot plastic, subtly old smoke, repaired TVs... I should have been working on writing instead of rememorying, c'est la vie.

Ok, all of that was really just to throw in some science to justify blogging about new haircut!

Before, notice how the rain from biking around last night has made it all very wispy, curly, buoyant, romantic, feminine, very much like all those damn cream puffs she's been baking. I would make a nice dinner and then cuddle with her, wouldn't you?


After, a little more flash, a little more dominance, this girl is more likely to throw a silly dance move your way and toss a wink as she licks the chocolate off of the puff than snuggle up with some hot chocolate and an old movie (not that she wouldn't want to).

(It has product in it that smells like Nice Clean Boy smell. Mmm...)


Odwalla's PomeGrand juice is really great when you reduce to about half-volume with an hour of good simmering and more than a few dashes of sugar. Mmm, PomeGrand syrup. Do not ingest if allergic!