“Self portraits” aka “The end of an era”

It’s the end of an era, I guess. My trademark is no more. I’m serious. It’s gone. My built-in cat-toy… my man-leash…—whatever you want to call that strange braided patch of long hair that I have had for what? Fifteen years?—met its fate with a pair of scissors on Sunday, March 23, 2008.

Seeing that I had shaved my beard some two weeks before that, I guess it is going to be a lot more difficult to do self portraits now (see Exhibit A).

Oh well.

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