Saturday, February 10, 2007
Daydream disbeliever
Ugh. I hate, hate, hate this part of it. Transcribing interviews, especially the more ambitious ones (read: the hour-long one I'm presently at battle w/), is just damn tedious. Coffee helps, but considering I've been here (new discovery, liking it) three hours, refilling on the hour, my caffeine intake has reached that critical level where to take even a single sip more could push me over the edge. So, enough.
Thing is, I really shouldn't whine; it could be worse, as in, I could be dealing w/ some major hand-cramping issues. Not that he (she?) looks any worse off for all the longhand.
Hmm. Allow me to indulge myself in some public fantasizing, a pleasant little daydream that Ms. E planted in my head an hour ago and that refuses to be shaked. "I've decided that at some point you and I will open up a salon there in New York. You'll do hair. I was telling Jeff [husband] all about it. I'm serious. Next time I'm out there, I want to start hunting around for a location." Whoa there, buddy. But, but, it's actually not all that farfetched, considering my childhood, parent-given nickname was none other than Parlor Beauty. If you had hair and were willing to sit still awhile, I would come at you w/ a pile of plastic barrettes and go to town. Sometimes for hours. Actually, I wasn't quite that feisty, but I did enjoy myself. Then there were the prom updos and the college 'going out' hair arranged w/ a few timely flicks of the wrist. Not bad, if I do say so.
Anyway, our salon, we agreed, would/will be different. It will involve cupcakes, and it will involve books. W/ E and I at the helm, the business will operate as a salon/bakery/reading venue. A designated person will walk around w/ a platter, ensuring that all patrons get their cake, maybe more than one if multiple services are purchased (the usual cut/color/perm lineup). All the while, open mics and/or organized readings will be taking place, w/ featured speakers delivering all kinds of entertainment. In time, that partial foil or those extensions will cease to be associated w/ a depleted bank account alone; getting your hair done will become synonymous w/ intellectual stimulation! And cupcakes! I imagine we'll debut w/ someone/something that speaks to the nature of the business. This, say, or this. Then, maybe once a month, E will lead an evening workshop in the back of the shop, instructing in the fine craft of cupcaking. (I might have to teach her a few things, first.) The more I think about it, the more valuable it all seems. Salon, indeed! (Say, something tells me that she could've benefitted from a cupcake or ten. And that hair, that hair. How we could've helped.)
And how productive I've been. Wow. Could've had that transcription all but wrapped up by now.
Alright, back to it.
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Note: E has since clarified that it's not NY that'll house our project, but ye ole West Coast. Well then.
your salon needs to be in san franciso. right next to my yoga studio/massage parlor/astrology shop/psychology office/vegan cafe/spiritual bookstore/library :) sound good? how bout noe valley?
Noe Valley it is. San Fran IS still my dreamiest of dream cities, y'know...
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