Today I got my haircut. One of the tracks that was playing was a weird cover–by a white boy–of Tracy Chapman’s “Fast Car.” It felt very, very wrong. I shook my head (well, okay, I kept my head very, very still while the razor was at the nape of my neck, but I imagined shaking it).

But later, as I was going through the photos I took in the UK, pondering a Hild blog post, I came across this (one of those hasty snaps-of-snaps I’ve mentioned). I’m guessing I’m three or four. Clearly planning on going places…