Clipper Club do

For my birthday last week, I decided to indulge myself a little bit with The Clipper Club‘s Lifesaver package: shampoo, head/face/neck massage, hair cut and another shampoo.

It’s a very relaxing process. Sit back and relax with a hot towel wrapped around your face while you enjoy the head and neck massage. Afterwards, you get a fantastic haircut and then another shampoo to wash out any loose hairs.

The Clipper Club is located just off Maybank Highway behind Wappoo Cuts (just past Mustard Seed and Boulevard Diner). It’s a place I’ve walked past many times before, but never noticed until recently when Clipper Club got on Twitter.

Not only did I get to enjoy a nice relaxing massage, I also received one of the better haircuts I’ve had in a long time. It’s also within walking distance of home, which makes it easy for me to get haircuts a little more regularly than I used to.

So glad I discovered the place. Now I wish I had known about Clipper Club earlier.

1 semester down, 9 more to go

Actually I have no idea how many semesters I have left to go. Part of that depends on how many courses I’m going to have to take. Guess I’ll need to work on figuring that out.
Wrote the final exam in my Biomaterials class today. Think it went ok, although as usual, most of the exam ended up covering material that I didn’t study quite as much of or quite as thoroughly as the rest.
There end up being more on biomaterial and tissue interactions than I was expecting. I was still able to pull out some answers out of my brain, although not in quite as much detail as I might have liked.
So, first semester of being back in school has been interesting. Fitting it into the work schedule hasn’t been too bad thanks to some work flexibility, but has still been challenging.
The most difficult thing so far has been getting back into the habit of actually remembering the details of the material I’m studying rather than just remembering the general stuff and where to find the details if I need them later.
The down side of going back to school while you’re working is that when school’s out, there’s still work. It only gets a little less busy.
Well, gotta pay for school somehow I suppose.

Where’s the spell check?!

While writing down some notes studying for my Biomaterials final, I couldn’t think of how to spell a word. I wrote what I thought it should be and waited to see the squiggly line to tell me that I spelled it wrong.
On my pad of paper.
I think I’ve been spending too much time on computers.

Filled with opinions

The only time I ever listen to the radio is when I’m in the car, and these days it’s mostly tuned to NPR/ETV.
Lately the news and stories I’ve been hearing have been filling my head with tidbits of responses and arguments, particularly the health care related ones. I feel like I need to start assembling those tidbits into something more coherent, if for no other reason than to get them out of my head.
Often though, by the time I get out of my car and to some place where I can write them down, even the tidbits have lost enough coherency that it would take me too much time to reassemble them into something meaningful.
Then there’s the fact that I probably need to spend my time getting through the work and school related reading, rather than typing up essay responses to NPR segments.
I guess I’ll just have to let the tidbits rumble through my brain a little while longer.
Maybe I should start using the voice recorder on my PDA.

D-Day + 65

65 years ago, Allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy, France.
CBC asks “What does Remembrance Day mean to you?
This a poem I never get tired of reading.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
– Lt. Col. John McRae (1872-1918)
Take a few moments to think about those who fought and died, and those who are still fighting.
Poppy