One hundred and fifty years ago in Calabria, Italy, when crops failed, farmers reasoned that at least the 'Ndrangheta wouldn't get them. Yesterday, when a great-great-granddaughter in Boston's attempt to highlight her hair didn't work, her first thought was that at least they didn't turn out badly.
No words were harmed in the attempt to make these highlights.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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this past fall, I tried to give myself highlights and while the highlights didn't turn out badly, midway through, I realized I was flirting with disaster. you'd think I would be old enough to be smart enough to not recreate the overindulgence of elementary school art class on my own head. however, I don't think I am. lesson learned.
Highlighting should be taught as a second module in "Communication Design Fundamentals," right after arranging two black dots in a square to communicate "just got a piece of mail that wasn't a bill" or "entropy" or whatever.
Or, you know, weekend in the Southwest + Sun-In. Wow, imagine a really bad fake tan and an unsuccessful run-in with Sun-In (I swear I didn't see that coming). You'd look like a Cheeze Doodle. I mean, not you specifically.
maybe highlighting can be a new MAPW concentration.
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