The Ukrainian women working out of Mission Barbershop always give me the ace Russian officer's cut with that little flourish up top (a wee whisper of hulking action humanoid Dolph Lundgren, famous for a moment in the late 80s and early 90s). These Ukrainian hair clippers are charming and ironic as well as efficient and economic in their movements...like, if you have to do a job don't add anything extra to the job if you can help it. I love these ladies. But that's not love. No. That's sentiment. Which is at least better than infatuation. What is most precious in fleeting encounters is a momentary look of uncannily deep recognition. Do you feel me? A spiritual being cannot run and operate without networks. And never could. You can run and operate just fine without a shovel full of coal in your hands. The 'sons' and 'daughters' of Silicon Valley are hardly our enemies...
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