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communication
Pronunciation: k&-"myü-n&-'kA-sh&n
3 a : a process by which information is exchanged between individuals through a common system of symbols, signs, or behavior <the function of pheromones in insect communication> also : exchange of information b : personal rapport <a lack of communication between old and young persons>
Anyone desperate enough to:
1) check back on here to see if I have actually added anything, and
2) have absolutely nothing better to do with their time...
You may or may not poses the knowledge that I work for a communications company. At some point in my pathetic "college" days I took a communications course (it was one of those pesky general requirements.) As hard as I try to avoid it, I communicate on a daily basis. With all this, I'd qualify myself as "knowledgeable" on things that are communication.
From the aforementioned college class I seem to recall that the number one problem in communication is that what is said is not necessarily what is heard. That didn't take long to wrap my head around at the time and it still doesn't... If you need an example of that than here we go:
Imagine a red wooden box
What you imagined is in no way what I meant... I'm sitting here thinking of a box that is about 6 inches wide, 4 inches tall and 9 inches long. (Trig rule states that all squares are rectangles but not all rectangles are squares.) I also imagine it with an open top (only 5 sides) and made of pine... The point of all this is that if I wanted you to know exactly what I was thinking I should explain it in detail if I actually expect you to be on the same page. However, as with the majority of any conversation we give an abbreviated description and hope for the best without giving it any other thought. On to what this relates to...
I had longish hair to start out my day today... I'm lazy, long hair facilitates me doing nothing with my hair. I will deny no ones opinion that I look better with short hair as I totally agree with that assessment. The long hair also happened to be doing this mullet kind of jig on my head so I went to see about getting that situation remedied... I sit in the chair, grab the hair at my neck and tell the stylist that I need that much hair cut off. Previous encounters with this stylist have gone along the lines of, "you only have long hair when you come to see me. When are you going to cut it short?" Well, maybe I mentioned that I'm lazy... So she agrees that she needs to cut about 2 inches off. I trust the stylist that I'm going too, otherwise I wouldn't go... Don't tell a cook how to cook... blah blah blah... She goes ahead and sprays water on my head I assume to make the hair slightly more manageable. What she does next is grab the hair dead center on top of my head and cuts 2 inches off the top.
I'm not patient. My laziness facilitates the long hair as long as there is a way to keep it out of my way on a daily basis. As I've come into the summer months, I don't particularly like wearing a hat while working as it makes me hot. What I had been doing for the last month is pulling my hair back to a semi ponytail. That is to say that most people think I look like a samurai for some reason or another as it is only the hair on the top of my head that I pull back and the pony tail is at the top and back side of my head. 2 inches less length would eliminate my ability to perform this little trick and I may have mentioned that wearing hats in the summer tend to make me hot.
Having watched 2 inches of length vanish I watched her proceed to cut another section down by 2 inches. It was at this point that I instructed her that I was going to have short hair today and that she should just go ahead and cut it the same length as jack's hair. Hair stylists have always thought I am joking when I tell them this... My usual approach to getting rid of my long hair is just to go bald. Some might think that no hair is even less work than long hair but they would be horribly mistaken and they probably have no idea what a cowlick is...
I started the day off with long hair...
