tonight was the night. after having dinner with my parents (burgers), i had my mother give me a haircut with the automatic clipper. my father was going crazy, he thought i was making a terrible mistake, that i wanted it too short. i thought the mistake wasn't it wasn't short enough. my mother shaved my head with the intermediate setting, but i wanted shorter. minutes later, i was practically bald. not since elementary school have my hair been this short. i'm so used to seeing myself with a head of hair, the new sight was sort of shocking. i looked like a convicted criminal, or a cancer patient, or a monk. without hair my head looked too small for my body, like i was born a pinhead. i definitely looked evil with my new wiffle. the top of my head felt cold without its natural insulation, and i couldn't stop rubbing my hands over the stubbles. it's an interesting experiment, but i like myself with a little bit more hair. not to worry though, in a few weeks when things grow out a bit it'll look better. i can make it work. if i shaved off my goatee and wore my contact lenses, i bet nobody would be able to recognize me.
earlier today i rode the motorcycle into beacon hill, to the afro-american history museum on joy street. doug was already waiting outside, waiting for one of the security guards to arrive and open the door for us. soon ally and tyler showed up, and we started putting up displays onto the walls. around noon we breaked for lunch, ally and i going to phoenicia, a lebanese restaurant on cambridge street, to get some food to bring back. a pretty middle eastern woman took our order, while a man also waiting in line raved about the kibby (2 layers of ground beef & cracked wheat mixture around a middle layer of more beef, onion, and pinenuts) so much that it made ally and me change our orders. with our food in a large paper bag and a reimbursement receipt, we went back to the museum, where we ate on the 3rd floor. the work we were doing today was pretty good, this being our third day, we pretty much got the techniques down, and skilled even sometimes to just eyeball a measurement.
we finished earlier than yesterday (the space isn't as big as the BPL), and packed everything up by 3pm. i found my bike through the maze-like streets of beacon hill and rode back to cambridge in a slight drizzle (it wasn't bad, the smell of fresh rain splashing the asphalt screamed summer). i got home just in time to watch the red sox game, but once again, putting exhibit museum exhibits is a draining process, and i quickly fell asleep without seeing the end of the game, manny scoring the game winning run after a weekend filled with rumors of his departure.