Thursday, February 28, 2013

Barbering & Surgery

From the Wiki:
The origin of the red and white barber pole is associated with the service of bloodletting and was historically a representation of bloody bandages wrapped around a pole. During medieval times, barbers performed surgery on customers, as well as tooth extractions. The original pole had a brass wash basin at the top (representing the vessel in which leeches were kept) and bottom (representing the basin that received the blood). The pole itself represents the staff that the patient gripped during the procedure to encourage blood flow.
I've got this unlimited-monthly Metrocard I've been burning off since I bought it to get me through the tail-end of this last gig. Something liberating about having an unlimited Metrocard. You don't think twice about hopping on a train. In fact, you look for excuses to hop on a train, to maximize the value.

So, not feeling particularly creative, I've used it to travel to other parts of the city and use different New York Sports Club facilities. Last week, I traveled to the Upper West Side to work out at the NYSC that I used to work out at when I lived up there. (Not so great.) And there are two locations in the Village that I've been hitting.

On my last visit down there, on Tuesday, I walked around a bit afterwards and decided to get a haircut at a barber in the area. $2 cheaper than my regular place in midtown! Hey, why not...?

Now, understand that I... don't really enjoy the process of getting my haircut. I don't enjoy sitting in a chair and staring myself in the mirror for half an hour or more, with some stranger getting way too close to me and prodding my skull this way and that. And no, I don't like making small talk on top of all that.

Usually, a barber will get the drift that you don't want to talk. A question here, a question there, they pick up the social cues (curt responses) and FUCKING DROP IT. If they need to talk, they can talk to the other barbers.

But for whatever reason, this barber KEPT... TRYING... TO... SMALL-TALK...

"How you doing? How you been...?"

"You live around here, work around here...?"

"What do you do...?"

"Where do you live...?"

"You like boxing...?"

"How's the weather out there...?"

I wanted to murder him. Guy getting his haircut next to me gets to NOT have a conversation with HIS barber. What's with the Spanish Inquisition? My barber is a younger man with two older barbers with him; they seem to be of Russian descent, perhaps. Maybe he's just new to this scene.

But could it get more awkward? Sure, why not?

I thank him, get my coat to leave, and take out some bills to pay for his service. As I walk toward him, one of the older barbers intercepts me (in this very small space), places out his hand and says, "$12". I give him the bills, call out "Thanks, man" to my guy, and step out the door.

A beat later, my barber's flinging the door open, "Hey, sir, you forget to pay--"

"I gave it to the other guy," I say.

The two older barbers look dumbly at each other and don't offer any confirmation to the younger man.

"Which one you give it to?" he says, desperately.

I point to the guy right beyond the door, who I gave money to just A FEW SECONDS EARLIER.

The younger barber doesn't apologize or offer any other clarification of this tense, peculiarly awkward barbershop setting. He just closes the glass door and retreats.

And... another barbershop I'll never go to again.

Of course, I could have checked YELP beforehand. Five Stars Barber Shop gets this 2-Star Review from 7/21/11:
They give a good haircut here and it's cheap. Plus every fifth haircut is free. BUT...
Avoid the guy in the middle chair. The two older men on either side of him are good, but the guy in the middle will make every attempt to talk with you PLUS his English is terrible. So even if you do engage in conversation it's all for nought. He doesn't pay attention when he cuts hair, too, and just has no social skills. They usually have terrible movies running on their flat-screen TVs but the barber in the middle sometimes sneaks peeks at them when he should be looking at your hair. One time he was cutting my hair AND checking for email on his cell at the same time.
Other than him, though, this place is damn good.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Full-Stop

We started on October 1, 2012 and ended on February 15, 2013. Full-stop. Just 4.5 months but it seemed like an eternity. This one took a harsh toll.

A few weeks to recover. Regenerate. Strength-train. Detox.

Can't afford to waste too much time. Or any time, really.

One day, I want to look back at these years. At the sacrifice years. I will look back in awe at how I survived with so little to keep me going.

What keeps that fire alive after all this time? What fuels the engine...?

Revenge.

Revenge...

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Bobby Boblick Meme 2013







Friday, February 08, 2013

I Hate Background Extras

Me:
Accounting...

Caller:
Hi... is this... uh... [Movie Production]?

Me:
Yes. It's [Movie Production].

Caller:
I'm... calling about missing checks.

Me:
Okay. What company?

Caller:
[Movie Production].

Me:
Excuse me?

Caller:
[Movie Production].

Me:
I know, we're the [Movie Production]. What company are YOU calling from?

Caller:
Oh. I'm not a company.

Me:
Okay. Who Are You . . . . ? !

Caller:
I'm [Stupid Name].

Me:
You were an extra, right?

Caller:
Yes.

Me:
Hold on.

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Jesus FUCKING Christ. I've learned that the sort of people who do background extra work in movies FULL TIME are some of the sorriest people on the fucking earth. Forgetting they've cashed checks they've received, angling to scam higher pay rates for bullshit like "Special Abilities" or "Haircut" or "Makeup" or "Prop Used". They run squealing to SAG and Mommy SAG will come knocking on the movie production's door saying, "So-and-so didn't get paid enough on this date because she wore SHOES and that's a higher rate." And the movie production errs toward appeasing because it's just an extra $10 here or there to some pathetic shit-eater, against the looming threat of larger SAG penalties.

Seriously, some of the saddest fucking people you could fathom.

Friday, February 01, 2013

Chrome Tab Overload!

Using the INTERNET, I have this tendency to have a surplus of tabs open. Mostly filled with articles of varying length that I'm interested in reading but don't get around to. The latest gig I'm on is nearing a finish so allow me to share these links I've been meaning to read. Note, I'm not necessarily RECOMMENDING these reads.

The Subtle Code of Inequality in Children’s Books
Do Transformers Have Souls?
What is "Porn for Women"?
Scharpling & Wurster pick their favorite Best Show Gems
Mr. Show Behind the Scenes
How Is Life Outside After Being in Prison for Over 20 Years?
David Foster Wallace, Big Red Son
Inside the Greatest Writers Room You've Never Heard of

Ed Koch Has a Posse


Edward Irving "Ed" Koch
December 12, 1924 – February 1, 2013

Ed Koch has a posse.

When I was in the 2nd grade, I wrote him a letter as a class assignment. It was about my concerns over razor blades in Halloween candy. He wrote a response back (or someone wrote it for him and he signed it), and Ms. Santana put his letter up on the classroom wall.

Years later, when I went to NYU, he used to vote in our dorm.

And that's that.

Welcome to February. TGIF, World.