I love John Rawls. I think I can now pull off my very against-the-grain thesis. Either that, or the professor will think I’m as unfocused and hodge-podged as the posts on this blog.

In a somewhat related vein, I related the story of the Paper and Panda Express to my haircutter. He will now be on the lookout for a girl who likes take-out.

Twice during the haircut, the women next to me gave “pause” during my conversation with my haircutter. First, when I was talking about personal injury law (she probably knows someone who thinks they were completely screwed by a money-grubbing lawyer) and second when the haircutter was telling me about keeping Playboys on hand for his straight customers. I then volunteered that growing up, our family had a very nice, but off-kilter hairdresser who lived in the hills and had nude black and white photos taped to the door of her little bathroom at her studio. My first brush with porn. My fellow patron looked disdainful. Might also have been the apparent resemblance I have to Eminem.

-jd