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Thursday, June 04, 2009

The Telephone



She called
I answered
She hung up.

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Gratuitous non-sequitor:

The hair is gone. All gone.
Lots of gray.
Sigh

(I've got a hole in me, now)




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13 Comments:

Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

Excellent self portrait, Jonas. I love the goatee... I've always loved facial hair on men, but only if it suits them... and it does suit you.

By all gone, do you mean you've cut it all off?

I hope the hole will close... time heals most wounds... or at least allows them to retract to a lesser noticeable size...

Perhaps she decided it was best to not talk to you? Or words that shouldn't be voiced, would be?

Thu Jun 04, 11:44:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Yes, ponita, it's ALL gone...the hair, the goatee...the fire, the sizzle, the "in yer face" insouciance. All gone.

Will I post an "as-I-am-today" photo?

No.

Fri Jun 05, 12:04:00 AM  
Blogger Jay said...

Why's it all gone? By sheer force of will did you make it implode in on itself?

That photo makes you look like one of those cool college professors. Like Robin Williams character in "Dead Poets Society", except you'd be from Stanford.

And the fire is still there. We can see it. Can you?

Fri Jun 05, 12:25:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

I sold it all for 60,000 pieces of silver (and I'm sick about it).

Can I see the fire, Jay? I've been blind for so long, I really can't say.

Fri Jun 05, 12:36:00 AM  
Blogger deb said...

You look good Jonas, dare I say sexy?

Fri Jun 05, 08:31:00 AM  
Blogger L'uragano (The Hurricane) said...

I have to admit that I loved it back in the day -- there was a certain romanticism about it -- when you could call someone up just to hear their voice, the tone, the cadence and slip away as anonymously as you entered.
You could talk yourself into thinking the other voice at the end of the cable was .... longing or...remorseful. Sometimes it just felt good to hear the song of that person...who was long gone.
As for the hair, I've twice shorn all my locks not knowing it was the first action in "changing" my life.

Perhaps this is what it is for you, too. A shedding.
Nothing wrong with that...

I think the full-on photo is more evidence of "shedding"......

Fri Jun 05, 11:10:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Dare to be daring, Deb! You may not always be right, but the truly "daring" don't care (and geezers swoon)!!!

Yes, my Tempest, hair is usually a "tell". When I used to teach Spinning classes (attended almost exclusively by females), I ALWAYS knew when one of my proteges was in crisis when the hair changed dramatically.

I'm not "in crisis". I'd rather that than simply being a mercenary for money.

In the "fullness of time" (Hah!) I will chart my own free course. Just a few months more...(maybe).

Fri Jun 05, 06:11:00 PM  
Blogger Woman in a Window said...

Jonas, you're beautiful. I can't imagine that hair would make an ounce of difference. Wonderful pictures.

Fri Jun 05, 07:50:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Beautiful, my Pella Princess!?! Have you been uncorkin' wine, lately?

Beautiful? Me!?! No. I'm not. I'm just a human. Scarred, wounded, aging, burdened by regret.

I WISH I were beautiful. I wish, with all my heart, that I had lived up to my potential. That I had lived and loved virtuously. I wish for all I'll NEVER have or claim.

I wish we ALL could claim what was our's to be and claim.

Fri Jun 05, 07:58:00 PM  
Blogger anna said...

I think you look hot. And I'd bet you look even hotter with the hair all gone. I would love to see an "after" picture. Would a little begging convince you? I'm good at begging. ;)

Mon Jun 08, 06:03:00 AM  
Blogger Selma said...

You lived. And you continue to live. That is the greatest achievement of all.

When I was in my early 20s my hair was really blonde. I looked like I was Swedish. I had hair right down to my waist. I was also really broke and sold my hair to a local wigmaker. I remember crying about it and cursing how poor I was. I found out a few weeks later that my hair had made a wig for a little girl who had cancer. It made me feel really good. Maybe that's where your hair ended up!

Mon Jun 08, 08:56:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Funny, I've always pegged my "temperature" somewheres between room temp and tepid. And, no, Anna, no amount of begging will induce me to snap a few self-pics of the "new" me.

Yes, Selma, I AM grateful for the time I've had. There are so many who have not been as blessed.

As a matter of fact, I donated my hair to "Locks of Love" a US charity that does exactly that: weave natural hair into wigs for cancer patients. I receive a measure of joy in doing that.

Mon Jun 08, 07:54:00 PM  
Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

How excellent that you donated your hair, Jonas! That's an excellent reason for being shorn... and you should get some pleasure from that!

My youngest brother did that a number of years ago. His hair was waist length, wavy and a lovely medium red.

Your hair will grow back, albeit not the same as that which was recently shorn... that had years past showing in it. But the new you will become familiar and comforting in his own way, just you wait and see. ~hugs~

Wed Jun 10, 08:35:00 PM  

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