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It's been almost exactly seven months since The Balding and I finally have some hair to work with.

I now have enough hair to put into four little ponytails: one sticking straight up on top of my head, one over each ear and one at the back. With this hairstyle, I look like a four-year-old. Fantastic!

I haven't had any haircuts since The Balding, so my hair has naturally grown into a baby mullet. It's not nearly as red-neck as some of the mullets I see when on the bus. I don't quite have the German to say, "Please remove my mullet." Communication about hair is crucial. So to resolve this mullet situation, I plan on buying my own hair scissors and cutting it myself. How hard can it be?

The scariest thing is seeing hair in your peripheral vision when you haven't seen it for half a year. Only one thing could be scarier: human statues.

The Power of the Simpsons

At school we're learning vocab about culture and cities with lots of cultural attractions. As a 'fun' activity we got to listen to 3 snippets of music and identify which was Bach. Everyone in my class thought one was Bach, but I knew better! I thought I'd have no chance with this exercise but the episode of The Simpsons where Bart is Mozart taught me that the tune we heard was Mozart not Bach. It was a moment of epicness. This is the song, sorry I couldn't find a better one but you get the idea:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-l15QzwFBWg&feature=related

This only reinforces that anything can be directly related to an episode of The Simpsons.