It's something I've been considering and I thought I'd put it out there for the universe to consider on my behalf.
Having hidden the greys for more years than I care to count, it occurred to me that all the money spent hiding them could be better spent elsewhere. Not to mention less time in the chair every month.
Of course, one gets used to the dark brown of their youth, and a blond do might not work for more than a fanciful fad. Still, after watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy where Lexie suddenly went from one extreme to the other, what amazed me was that by the end of that episode, it all looked so 'business as usual'.
Which brings me back to my original question ... After a half century of dark, should I go blond?
You tell me!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Since when ...
... have old farts been boring? Apparently since they started using Twitter [Dec 27, 2009, SMH]. And it is with respect to them and it that I beg to differ by saying, it all depends on how you use it.
Our family boasts longevity and there are a few nonagenarians and a smattering of centenarians in our tree. Bodes well for me - a bit of a late bloomer who thinks my time is now rather than in my 20s, as I originally thought. As for my rellies, old ... yes. Farts ... not for me to say. Boring ... absolutely not! There's plenty of life in them their bones and their humour and energy suggests that they are definitely living their lives to the hilt.
Case in point ... A few weeks before my grandfather died at 100, we came together as a family - including many of us travelling in from overseas - to celebrate the big event. The letter from the Queen was read, as was the one from the Prime Minister, and lots of accolades and wishes were shared all round. When my grandfather was getting ready to go home, I asked him if he was tired. "No," he replied, with a strong, certain voice, indicative of a man half his age. "But I have to go home so I can watch the wrestling." With eyebrows raised, I turned to my cousin, who added: "A new passion he picked up a year or so ago."
Ah, I thought. Why not?! He had risen through the ranks while the World stood witness to silent movies, motor vehicles, the loss of the Titanic, the Spanish Flu, two World Wars, the Great Depression, the Space Race, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the Rwandan Genocide, and he simply wanted to see out his final years in a style of his own making. He had certainly earned it.
My great-aunt stands tall at 98 and is anything but boring. In fact, her life is as full as it can be, and she never complains or withdraws from an opportunity to have fun. Every trip to Australia includes at least one visit to see her, and she happily and graciously welcomes me, as if I flew all that way just to see her.
Neither my grandfather nor my great-aunt were into computers, and certainly not Twitter, but I know for sure that if they had, it would not have been to be hip or groovy, to tell the world everything they were doing every minute - something that was never interesting even before Twitter - and certainly not because they had short attention spans. They would have found some creative use of that communication tool and made it worth following in anyone's book. That was their way - something that is sadly lacking these days.
When I first got into Twitter, I didn't know what to say, and didn't think I had anything interesting to share. Until I hit on the idea of twitter verse and began to use that vehicle to document, in 140 characters or less each day, my progress as I pursued a career in speaking.
I'm pretty sure no one reads my tweets, but that's not my intent. Instead, I use it to challenge myself on a daily basis to prepare an impromptu update on where things are at and what lies ahead. The stuff I write is cryptic and quirky, and only those who know what's going on actually know what is going on. Hopefully, by the time I get my career well and truly off the ground, I'll have an interesting tale for those who ask: "How did you get to this point?" At the very least, I'll have certainly enjoyed the ride.
I'm just saying that too often these days, people are all too ready to close the proverbial book on anything that no longer - if ever - connects with them. Dead Twitter may be, but that shouldn't stop you if you are creative enough to put it to your own good use. If that makes you a 'boring old fart', so be it. And if you are the only one left standing when all is said and done, congratulations. You will be one of the few who truly appreciate the art of 'succinct' - another thing that is sadly lacking these days.
Our family boasts longevity and there are a few nonagenarians and a smattering of centenarians in our tree. Bodes well for me - a bit of a late bloomer who thinks my time is now rather than in my 20s, as I originally thought. As for my rellies, old ... yes. Farts ... not for me to say. Boring ... absolutely not! There's plenty of life in them their bones and their humour and energy suggests that they are definitely living their lives to the hilt.
Case in point ... A few weeks before my grandfather died at 100, we came together as a family - including many of us travelling in from overseas - to celebrate the big event. The letter from the Queen was read, as was the one from the Prime Minister, and lots of accolades and wishes were shared all round. When my grandfather was getting ready to go home, I asked him if he was tired. "No," he replied, with a strong, certain voice, indicative of a man half his age. "But I have to go home so I can watch the wrestling." With eyebrows raised, I turned to my cousin, who added: "A new passion he picked up a year or so ago."
Ah, I thought. Why not?! He had risen through the ranks while the World stood witness to silent movies, motor vehicles, the loss of the Titanic, the Spanish Flu, two World Wars, the Great Depression, the Space Race, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the Rwandan Genocide, and he simply wanted to see out his final years in a style of his own making. He had certainly earned it.
My great-aunt stands tall at 98 and is anything but boring. In fact, her life is as full as it can be, and she never complains or withdraws from an opportunity to have fun. Every trip to Australia includes at least one visit to see her, and she happily and graciously welcomes me, as if I flew all that way just to see her.
Neither my grandfather nor my great-aunt were into computers, and certainly not Twitter, but I know for sure that if they had, it would not have been to be hip or groovy, to tell the world everything they were doing every minute - something that was never interesting even before Twitter - and certainly not because they had short attention spans. They would have found some creative use of that communication tool and made it worth following in anyone's book. That was their way - something that is sadly lacking these days.
When I first got into Twitter, I didn't know what to say, and didn't think I had anything interesting to share. Until I hit on the idea of twitter verse and began to use that vehicle to document, in 140 characters or less each day, my progress as I pursued a career in speaking.
I'm pretty sure no one reads my tweets, but that's not my intent. Instead, I use it to challenge myself on a daily basis to prepare an impromptu update on where things are at and what lies ahead. The stuff I write is cryptic and quirky, and only those who know what's going on actually know what is going on. Hopefully, by the time I get my career well and truly off the ground, I'll have an interesting tale for those who ask: "How did you get to this point?" At the very least, I'll have certainly enjoyed the ride.
I'm just saying that too often these days, people are all too ready to close the proverbial book on anything that no longer - if ever - connects with them. Dead Twitter may be, but that shouldn't stop you if you are creative enough to put it to your own good use. If that makes you a 'boring old fart', so be it. And if you are the only one left standing when all is said and done, congratulations. You will be one of the few who truly appreciate the art of 'succinct' - another thing that is sadly lacking these days.