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24. A photo of you that your hair looks nice in. 11\/14\/2009 Nanowrimo Pic-A-Day<\/p><\/div>\n

Pictures where my hair looks good are few and far between. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that the less hair I have, the better I look, which is a good thing, since it’s going away whether I shave it or not. This one is from last year’s NaNo again, newly shorn, sitting outside on the back porch, writing about Melvil Dewey.<\/p>\n

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An example of a bad hair day. I'm the clown.<\/p><\/div>\n

Not much to speak of in NanoLand. Sitting at 40,953. The home stretch awaits.<\/p>\n

Here’s a deep cut of an excerpt, from way back in the…middle. Or something.<\/p>\n

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I looked back over at Kelly. There was no chance of anything happening with her. I know that Luis, one of the warehouse guys, had gone out with her a few times. He was too much of a gentleman (or so he claimed — I think he just didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like me enough) to reveal any details, but from what I gathered, Kelly only dated Hispanic guys that were over six feet tall, drove red cars made in a factory that was on Greenwich Mean Time, lived in 1200 square foot apartments north of New Brunswick, spoke three languages, knew the rules to Brazilian League Football, scored between 1000-1200 on their SATs and could harness a donkey using six feet of twine and a food processor. I failed on so many levels when it came to her.<\/p>\n

I turned back to Steph. She was starting to look better and better in my eyes. I smiled at her and said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, around you, Steph, I feel like I can just say anything.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t usually prone to such shmaltzy declarations, but desperate times call for desperate measures, or something like that. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Say, would you like to go have a drink this weekend?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Before Steph could answer, Kelly skewered me with another glare. She must have sensed that we were no longer talking about Cola Industries related topics. I could sense her gaze burning into me without looking over. I think Stephanie did too because she immediately turned back to her computer and started typing randomly at her keyboard. When I did finally muster the courage to look back over at Kelly, she pointed angrily at the doorway. In case I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get the message, she said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Arthur. Get. The. Fuck. Out.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

I beat a hasty retreat. As I passed through the doorway, Kelly said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on. Those pictures won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t take themselves.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

As if I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know that already.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Pictures where my hair looks good are few and far between. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that the less hair I have, the better I look, which is a good thing, since it’s going away whether I shave it or not. This one is from last year’s NaNo again, newly shorn, sitting outside on […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[109],"tags":[257,16],"class_list":["post-771","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nanowrimo","tag-aphotoaday","tag-excerpt"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/771","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=771"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/771\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=771"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=771"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.illinoir.com\/wp\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=771"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}