Lev Lafayette's journal

I don't advise a haircut, man... Hair are your aerials. They pick up signals from the cosmos and transmit them directly into the brain.

In an attempt to delve into the utterly trivial, I'm 'blogging about my hair. I think it was around 2002 when I last went to a hairdresser. Since then I've simply let it grow, tied it back and when it reaches a "it's too long" state, I snip several inches off the ponytail. Well, it's certinly reached that recently, reaching the lumbar. So I handed caseopaya and she snipped several inches off and now I have a vaguely concave bob. People seem surprised that (a) it was done at home and (b) it took about three minutes. The approach fits a general approach to personal aesthetics; that is, a modicum of style without spending too much time and effort on the matter. Speaking of such aesthetic matters, I have completed a review of New Order's Music Complete on Rocknerd.

The long-drawn out winter election continues will pollsters with pundits thinking that Labor will just fall short with two weeks to go. I'll readily admit that I don't particular care for the opposition leader, Bill Shorten; I've seen him operate up close and personal and it's not my way of doing politics (which is possibly why I'm not in his shoes). But it seems that he's going for the jugular in these last two weeks and doing surprising well at it. There was a smashing QandA broadcast on Monday and tonight he left the Prime Minister looking tired and directionless on a leader's debate on Facebook (copy of the debate available). Shorten and Labor seem to have the full slate of thoroughly sensible positive policies whereas the government seems to have nothing. For liberals in the Liberal Party, they must be very disappointed with Turnbull, who comes across as directionless, dithering, and waffling. If this goes on I would not be surprised to see Labor pull off a surprising victory.