Dirty Kafka

NPR reports that you should wash your hair every three days.  Does that include athletes?  I've always washed my hair daily after a workout.  Girls I know tell me they use some sort of "dry shampoo."  They never wash their jeans.  I think I've mentioned this before.  Shit. . . my hillbilly relatives have been right all along.  And junkies.  Junkies hate water.  But I've decided to go along.  I'm trying to be as dirty as everybody else.  Saves resources for sure.  Sometimes now, I'll go days without bathing.  Good stinky fun. 

I hate doing laundry anyway. 

I have hibernated for the winter, I think.  I don't want to do anything.  I am a physical and emotional mess, and sitting still seems to be the only thing for it.  There is that and music and looking for things of interest on the internet.  I am like a scary character in a good movie.  I found this site the other day.  It is hours of good fun.  It is a good history of the world, the way it looked and felt before the population doubled, before there was everything everywhere, when there was still a hollow, empty feeling to much of the world that just seemed part of the natural human condition.  Someone too young to have experienced needs to look at those photographs to understand the movies of John Cassavetes or most of the literature of the time.  There seem so few blank spaces any longer, nothing so haunting nor wondrous.  NYC or San Francisco late Sunday afternoons, perhaps, can replicate the feeling.  Eating dinner alone on Thanksgiving in a Chinese restaurant.  Christmas Eve without anyone to love.  But look at the photographs.  They are a better description of the Kafkaesque feeling in life than anything I can say.