May 14 – One month to go

I can’t believe it’s already been two weeks since I started; more importantly, it’s only 31 days until I’m shaved clean.

I have sent out most of the emails I intended. There have been 75 reads of my fundraising website and 30 people have donated. Although I have personally written to each “hero” to thank them, once again I must acknowledge that without their support I would simply be some loudmouth looking to glorify a haircut.

There are still three groups yet to be contacted: the fine brothers of Phi Gamma Delta; the two cohorts of people I attended the VSB “Leadership Development Program” with; and what appears to be a listserv I found in my email cache of people I took my Masters degree with. All of them will be getting their emails sometime next week, and then it will be reminder emails for those who have not yet given. The nuisance aspect of fundraising is that you have to hit the same people two or three times before they will send in the money.

My problem always is that while there is no doubt I can be persistent, I have to avoid being an ass about it; I’m not known for my subtlety. Nonetheless, they'll be ga-ga at the go-go when they see me in my toga. My toga made of blond, brilliantined, Biblical hair. My hair like Jesus wore it; hallelujah, I adore it.

One question has been raised since I started – why am I focused on who I should emulate when bald? More people have fun comparing what I look like now to famous bad lids from the past. Since I have one month left to enjoy this fabulous mop, I can indulge.

On the left, me at a Vancouver Giants game on May 11.

On the right, Ian Gillan of Deep Purple, circa 1969.






Question: Twin brothers from different mothers? At least I've never been fired by Ritchie Blackmore.


This is the legacy my haircut leaves behind. Please, donate to the cause.