It occurred to me this morning on the bus that politicians all have the same hairdo because they’re all about the same age. You know the ‘do, slightly staticky and parted at the side. Lots of combing. Products don’t work. I’ve been complaining a lot lately about getting old. One of my biggest beefs is losing control of my hair. “It’s changed,” I said to Suzy, “Something’s going wrong.” “You’re almost forty, Stuart,” she replied. “It’s Normal.” So I look like Joe Schmo Liberal going for the hard centre-left vote. Bye-bye “Dare to be Defiant” hair wax. I guess it was just inevitable. Here’s a fun link sent by Mme.…

Grey hair is more coarse than brown. Not quite pubic. Just assertive enough to ruin that youthful windblown look I’ve always wanted. I turned 38 on Sunday. It was fine. Life has been amazing lately, but very stressful. And it’s all self-imposed, which is a stupid thing to do at this age. I took today and yesterday off to celebrate and found myself giddy and excitable at the Wild Oat reading about a new drug that can reverse heart disease. It could have been the double latte. Then I walked through the Glebe Emporium and got strange looks fondling a banana protector (I didn’t know what it was, or how…

Ok, so finally I can see my own blog again. Waldencabin.com stopped letting me publish on October 11, 2005, then the site disappeared, and when I finally moved it, I couldn’t see it (though apparently others could). So tonight I can. I really miss writing. My life is light bulbs lately. Tomorrow I get the final price on 350,000 of them so every household in Ottawa can have one. Thanks for reading. I’m rusty, and tired. Not so bright tonight. C’mon back! I’ll try to post daily now, even if it’s this kind of crap. And if you’re here because you’ve been waiting for something new for 5 months, that…