CC.2:

RB: “Your shoes look like you are a fancy boy, but your fingernails are dirty! ”

JH: “Aah. Come on, come on it’s the hair we’re talking about.”

RB: “Look!”

JH: “It’s time, I know. I’m in the middle of finals and this is me avoiding a twenty page paper documenting the fictionalized breakfast-eating habits of post-modern printmakers. ”

RB: “REED COLLEGE.”

JH: “AND, I ran out of Oolong. Oolong, kombucha and toilet paper run. And haircut.”

RB: “Well Sir, I will tell you once more that I am in love with your girlfriend, and that you are clearly something special, with your crazed silhouette, and that a deep pulse of thrill runs through my wrists when I think about cutting both sides of a perfect equation. Cutting both of your domes, I consider this to be a holy privilege.”

JH: “Make me blush, you do it every time.”

RB: “Then I blush. Blushing, together. ”

[INTERLUDE IN WHICH I TURN FROM THE MIRROR AND PRETEND TO EXAMINE MY SCISSORS UNTIL MY CHEEKS AREN'T RED]

RB: “Can you tell me whats in your mind, right now? What do you want your head-shadow to look like?”

JH: “Uhm. The thing is, I guess, every time I get a hair cut, I always secretly want to tell the person with the scissors that I desperately want to look ‘Terrifying’, but I am always afraid to ask. I’m afraid to say I want to look terrifying. Hmmm?”

RB: “I’m delighted when someone feels so much in regard to their head-shape. Please feel, and opine, please do this always! I think I want your hair to look like the lovechild of Capote and Lynch, a fiery, benevolent nightmare on top of your rosy dome. Yes?”

JH: “Weirdo, yes, you weirdo.”

RB: “Let’s go.”

JH: “Well this will be nice, I will have a full-fledged cut for my performance final, one in which I, along with a band of other boys, will film a dissection of a paper-mache antelope carcass, a very bloody dissection. It’s strange and I think it’ll be really beautiful. Ah, yeah, I do.”

RB: “I want to see this, actually to be there. Will you send me a picture, please Dearest? You and your girlfriend. You and your girlfriend.”

The Windmills of Your Mind

“Pronoia is a neologism that is defined as the opposite state of mind as paranoia: having the sense that there is a conspiracy that exists to help the person. It is also used to describe a philosophy that the world is set up to secretly benefit people.”

“Pronoia is the positive counterpart of paranoia. It is the delusion that others think well of one. Actions and the products of one’s efforts are thought to be well received and praised by others. Mere acquaintances are thought to be close friends; politeness and the exchange of pleasantries are taken as expressions of deep attachment and the promise of future support. Pronoia appears rooted in the social complexity and cultural ambiguity of our lives: we have become increasingly dependent on the opinions of others based on uncertain criteria.”

I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night