Friday, December 5, 2008

A "Magnetic Field"

Here are some lyrics I'm interested in right now, from the song "I Don't Want to Get Over You," by Magnetic Fields
(Thanks to Darius for the referral.)

I don't want to get over you.
I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will
And not have to go through what I go through.
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
And just smile all night at somebody new,
Somebody not too bright but sweet
And kind who would try to get you off my mind.
I could leave this agony behind which is just what I'd do if I wanted to,
But I don't want to get over you cause
I don't want to get over love.
I could listen to my therapist, pretend you don't exist
And not have to dream of what I dream of;

I could listen to all my friends and go out again and pretend it's enough,
Or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus,
Smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth like I was 17 that would be a scream
But I don't want to get over you.

Braids




Got a few done on Tuesday at The Natural Choice. It's my first time getting "official" braids (by that I mean done by a professional, not the chick down the hall who knows nothing about ethnic hair or a half-hearted attempt by the chick from gospel choir).

Sicily used a bit of gel, soothed my scalp with some olive oil (not extra virgin, mind you), and quickly spun 13 little braids in a band around my hairline. They are 2-3 inches deep, about how long my new growth is. The hair around my hairline is a different texture than the rest, more fragile and fluffy. And even along my hairline the hairs on the side are a bit different than those on top, which is why the braids are spaced out more on the sides (the hair is finer and less dense). I swear, there's about 57 different hair textures total on my head.

It feels good on my little baby hairs. They still get that itchy feeling as they continue to grow out. The braids pull them out of the intense curliness, if just for a few weeks. I tell ya what, this transition to natural is slow-going! It's been over a year now, and I don't think I've got more than 3 inches or so of new growth that's been brave enough to reveal itself. Come on out and prove yourself, my friends. I must confess that I miss the length I could get with a little texturizer, but I'm givin' this all-natural thing a shot.

At first the braids felt too tight. So much so that when I raised my eyebrows I was aware that my entire mass of hair was moving too. But after about a day or so they calmed a bit. I can't not sleep on my sides, so I was worried they'd get fuzzy real quick, but they're stickin' around just fine. Washing might be a challenge, but we'll see. Kinda cute, huh? I might have to start getting these done more often, on those days when I think I just can't take it anymore. I need to show my old boss at CPK, who one day basically told me that I wasn't "black enough" for braids.

Adam's and Eve's Hair

What kind of hair did Adam and Eve have?  
Most likely peppercorn hair, the oldest documented hair in the world. Aboriginal peoples in Africa (the birthplace of mankind) have this hair, and there are isolated tribes today whose members maintain this short "pepper-like" style, such as the Khoisan of South Africa and the Adamanese people. The hair is short--it never grows more than a few inches--and is gathered in tiny clusters all over the head. Quite cute, really. And perfect for sub-tropical living. Why, you ask? Curly hair gives what has been described as a "radiator effect," an adaptation to very hot, equatorial climates. It pulls heat and sweat away from the head in a spongelike way, helping maintain adequate body temperature under that blaring sun. It's naturally dry, too, so it drinks up the moisture. I used to notice this about my own hair--it would soak up water likety-split, and dry time after a shower was 5 minutes flat. 

The evolutionary trait of straight hair came later, as people migrated north and adapted to colder climates. They needed more hair to cover their heads and keep the heat in. 

This is why I say Adam and Eve were black, period. And on their heads were kinky little clusters that kept them from sweating too much as they pranced around their jungle paradise.