Jupiter and razor blades

Amongst tens of thousands of cel phones, expensive cheese, wine, Blackberries, iPhones, men comparing the size of their cameras, smokers, chatters, and dozens of other distractions came the sound of Jupiter. We were crowded together in a beautiful field with a pond and castle behind us and a forest of majestic trees in the distance. This really happened.

It was Mozart's "Jupiter" - his 41st symphony - followed by Beethoven's 7th, performed at the NY Philharmonic's summer concert in Central Park. You could donate by calling a certain number on your cel phone. You could vote on what the encore could be too, by calling certain cel phone numbers.  The music was a tad distant, but excellent. I heard new things in the Beethoven that I will study tomorrow. And then there were fireworks, of course. I'm glad I went - it was worth it!

Earlier today I went for a walk in the lower east side, and came across a barbershop, so I went for it, partly on a whim, and partly cuz people were staring at my unique heady combo of 70's feathering bangs and 80's mullet, with sweat pouring off because of this heat. The guy sculpted my head for 40 minutes with six types of electric razors, then he got out a straight razor and shaved my neck. I never thought I'd have the nerve to have someone with a razor blade at my neck but I didn't have time to get worried or protest, cuz he just went for it. Then he said wefrm. I said pardon. Wefrm. Pardon? Wefrm. Pardon? Oh, where am I from? Canada! Ever been, I asked. No, he said. You should go, I suggested. No, he said, not worth it. 

My haircut was finished, and I was still very much alive, so we both laughed and I tipped him.